DISCLAIMERThis is a work of fiction and has no relevance with real life. The content of the story is to raise a social issue and the idea is inspired by a show called 'satyamev jayate'. Except for the story, I own nothing. The characters belong to four lines. Medical procedures and incidences used are completely my work of imagination.
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NOTE: The story may lead to confusions at certain points as the plot is based on just one incident that happened. so, do not expect a proper background of characters.
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Part 1Hidden in the shadows, curled in a corner, A broken cherub, unable to fly, zoya sat at the corner of a street. Drenching herself with the ice chilled rain water,She had her Arms wrapped tightly around her knees, pulling to her chest in fear she would literally fall apart. Bruises, cuts, torn cloths, boiling blood pulsed agonizingly slow and ticking the seconds away just as her life faded to nothing.
Numb and bloody, she refused to let salt water seep from her clouded eyes. A cold sweat dampened her pale face and her lungs burnt for oxygen which it failed to get enough.
It had been the worst than any of her nightmares. Something this disastrous would ever cross her path was beyond her imagination.
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Zoya was a 19 year old chirpy little joyous natured girl who came to India to meet her mother after 8 long years. Her parents got separated when she was 10 and along with her father, she shifted to states for the rest of her life. But one letter from her maternal uncle regarding the ill health of her mother was enough to bring her and her dad back to the nation.
Her mother was diagnosed with second stage of cancer and her dad, mr. gaffur ahmed siddiqui had decided to leave no stone unturned to make a path through this hazardous disease. Hence, leaving his well settled life back in states, he and zoya decided to reside in India till zeenat,her mother, completely recovered..
Being the welcome-everything-that-life-gives girl that zoya was, she was excited for a new beginning in a new country, oblivious of the cruelties of her starts that had destined something else for her. enough
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Thin, confident, friendly, beautiful hair and smile, zoya was the image, all women strived for. And so, a stay of just one month was enough for her to make friends in her new uni. Her positive approach towards life was something that helped her to find happiness in everything she did. And she believed, nothing could steal that happiness away from her. Of course, that was before that grievous day.
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Zoya walked out of the classroom crying shielding her face from the class with her long amber hair from mortification. She walked into the girls' bathroom and cried in a stall.
"zoya?" she heard najma, her best friend of india, call.
"Go away!" She yelled.
"Come out please?" Najma asked. She ignored her.
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Come out please?" she asked again and Zoya walked out.
"What?!" She snapped at her.
"You need to talk to someone." Najma tried to comfort her.
"About what?!"
"Why you're in so much pain? You've been crying since last week. I'm worried sick about you."
zoya looked at her flushed face in the mirror. She kicked the stall door and fell on her knees crying. Najma hugged her tightly, trying to sooth her pain but She shoved her away from herself .. Najma narrowed her eyes as the hissing sound that escaped from zoya's mouth was not gone unnoticed by her.
"What's wrong."
she asked through clenched teeth. Zoya looked up and saw an anxious and equally angry najma. Najma however seeing the depth of pain that her eyes reflected calmed her self down and holding her cheek, she spoke " Zoe, We are best friends right? M I not supposed to know if something is hurting you?"
Zoya, right that moment knew that she had to tell her. She closed her eyes and shuddered as her mind replayed the scene over and over again.
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With Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey,sitting on the floor, an Unshaven man stared at the blank walls of his room.
The man went to the washroom and He looked into the mirror. He asked the reflection in the mirror to get lost. And He went back to room. The shiny deadly knife that laid on the table caught his attention and he took the piercing object in his hand. A whisper appear in his head as he checked the sharpness.
"Life is sweet. Death is sweeter.."
The applied pressure increased and the blood oozed from his finger. The pain caused a feeling of satisfaction rush through his veins and he wanted more of it. It was raining heavily and he knew, this was the end for asad ahmed khan.
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Knock knock..'
Asad groaned as he heard the door knocking. The alcohol was getting over his head and keeping the knife aside for a moment , with his shaky legs , he reached for the door.
"I found your wallet at the streets, I thought you would be looking for it." Said zoya cheerfully as she returned the wallet.
Knock knock..'
Asad took the wallet and with no words, was about to close the door when he heard the girl again.
"Aren't you missing something?"
"huh?"
"Well, I was expecting a thank you!"
"Th..thank you"
Asad said but his words stumbled. The alcohol was not helping. Zoya saw the man's trembling lips and he smelled bad. He looked in a bad state and zoya, being zoya felt terrible for him. But alas! She couldn't do anything. So she smiled and turned to go back. Asad, being intoxicated lurched and fell. Zoya, hearing the noice and rushed to the man..
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