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Just rewatched old episodes... felt like writing ..
After all the fighing to expose Tanveer, Sanam got her husband's complete trust and gratitude and once-in-a-lifetime Love. They were happy, finally united in every manner, body and soul, their confidence in each other at its highest peak.
Then she was taken away. Captured and sent away in the flesh trade. Sent to be sold as an object of desire to other men. Where resistant girls would most probably be tortured into obeisance.
She cried in the truck. Boy, she cried and she cried.
He is looking for me! He won't survive without me !!
Please save me from this Fate, ya Maula. My soul is tied to my Aahil, without him I do not want to exist anymore. Please save me from this Fate !
Aahil also prayed for her safety.
Just then, the truck veers off path and hits a huge rock.
And Sanam is thrown bodily off the truck. Her slender body hit the rock hard, the bed of rocks hardly a cushion for her fall. She tumbled down the river banks into the water. Her head couldn't take the pain and the rough terrain. Unconscious, she floats to where Fate has decided to take her.
She wakes up, hurt and bruised, the pain must've been awful. Spinning head and terrifying confusion. Nothing in her head but blankness.
Nothing...
Try as she might, she couldn't remember anything.
Who am I?
Where am I?
Where am I from?
What am I doing here?
Imagine the frightening feeling of not knowing anything.
She wander around a town, Nothing seems familiar. No one knows or recognizes her...
Am I a ghost?
Can these people see me?
Am I really here? Or is it just my soul wandering around restlessly ?
ANd then all of a sudden someone sees her ! and then suddenly there was not only one, but a big group of men who saw her.
Chased her. Shouting at her. Angry scary looking men.
Asking so many questions.
I don't know anything !! Please !!
But they don't want to help her. They continue to shout and accuse. And suddenly she is the cause of a death. And then she is running...running for her life...
Terrified, she runs from street to street as the angry mob follows. No one opened their door to her.
No one.
She ran and ran. Not even registering her body pain, and hunger at all. Survival instinct at its most critical level.
Then she saw him. A uniformed man. Safety ...
With stumbling feet she reaches out to him. touches his shoulder.
He turns in surprise, not recognizing her, looking around for her companions or family. Exhaustion overtakes her and her world turns black. But there was no pain of hitting hard rock this time. Someone was holding her from falling.
She opened her eyes and saw a pair of curious eyes. Assessing, Interpreting.
but then the angry mob appears again, and the familiar fear rises like bile in her throat. She hides behind the uniformed man, shivering and terrified beyond all measure.
a touch to her hand. Reassurance. Don't worry , I've got you.
This man defends her. Protects her. Even when the hooligans are thirsty for her blood.
Suddenly, he shouts: SHe is my wife !! Jannat is her name !!
Somebody knows me !
I am Jannat ...
I am this brave man's wife ...
I am somebody...
I am not alone...
Who was I before?
Where I came from?
Who was my family?
I don't know anything.
But I am someone's wife. and I have a name...
Ishaani
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