Those blackish blue eyes staring in my soul..
Those hypnotic blue grey eyes hypnotizing
my so called mind to stare back..
Those conspicuously active and not so perfectly arched eye lashes of hers making butterflies in my heart. I felt sharp pain whe...
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The journey into the depths of the mind can be an incredibly treacherous path to tread. Within its vast expanse lie hallucinations, delusions, hopes, fantasies, desires, thoughts, ego, and regrets. These echoes reverberate through the tranquil chambers of your existence, instilling a sense of fear and uncertainty about the destination that awaits you. It is natural to question whether the continuation of this journey is truly worth it, as it may leave you feeling bewildered and lost.
What to do in such a situation?
Listen. Hear the genuine voice resonating from the rhythm of your heart, the voice that validates your very existence, the voice that embodies the essence of humanity. The radiant gleam in your eyes, as you attentively listen to your heart, will illuminate your path and empower you to conquer any distressing thoughts that may arise, ultimately leading you towards the culmination of your journey.
It was the eerie twilight, the hour when the most bone-chilling occurrences unfold. In the midst of this darkness, Humera Ahmed stealthily made her way towards her designated spot, her senses tingling with the presence of a sinister group lurking within the shadows of the crowd. With an unwavering composure, she pressed on towards her train, fully aware that they could never dare to approach her. Her mobile phone, a lifeline in these treacherous times, remained on constant standby, prepared for the unexpected horrors that awaited her.
"I should have prepared for the worst." she whispers in terror. They were five, a sinister quintet donning pitch-black caps, the menacing warnings she received were now manifesting into a horrifying reality. Her heart pounded violently, threatening to burst through her chest, as one of the women from the group took a seat directly across from her. The woman's hands concealed within the pockets of her tattered, ebony trousers. Humera, though trembling, summoned her courage and locked eyes with the woman. To her astonishment, the woman's twisted grin revealed a mixture of surprise and sadistic pleasure, as she coldly informed Humera that her time had come...
Humera trembled, trembled in terror. The horrifying truth she possessed had to be unveiled, even if it meant sacrificing her very existence.Her grandmother must be made aware that it was her own flesh and blood, her son, who mercilessly snuffed out his own brother's life. They had to comprehend the sinister reality, that Shazia was nothing more than a ghastly puppet, manipulated by the diabolical mastermind, Haroon Ahmed.
Those 15 minutes unleashed a nightmare upon her, engulfing her in a chilling terror that pierced her very soul. The malevolent smirks directed towards her, mocking her futile and excruciating plight, ignited a seething rage within her. As beads of icy sweat slithered down the edges of her hijab, they whispered of the immense dread that consumed her. With a trembling breath, she finally glimpsed a glimmer of solace as the crowd of people gathered, preparing to leave the station. Filled with desperate hope, Humera rose from her seat, yearning to dissolve into the anonymous masses, praying that they would shield her from the horrors that lurked in the shadows.
Her mind screamed, "Humera, think about yourself!" A sinister battle raged within her, tearing at her very soul. The urgency to escape the train consumed her, drowning out the feeble cries of a helpless lady, a mere novice in the realm of train travel. The pounding of her heart intensified, a chilling itch that threatened to paralyze her. Yet, in a moment of sheer terror, she clutched onto the frail hand of the elder woman, determined to rescue her from the clutches of the train's catastrophe.
Ammaji! Where is your son?" Humera exclaimed, her heart pounding in fear as she desperately searched for the group of five ruthless assassins who had come to end her life. The old woman's eyes gleamed with a twisted delight upon hearing about her beloved child. "My son? He's coming to take me away! Oh, and my grandson is coming too!" the woman rambled in a genuine delight.
The horror that lingered was instantly pacified by the comforting presence of the elderly woman, who graciously guided the way to the parking area, acting as a shield of unexpected protection. The immense gratitude felt by Humera towards her was immeasurable.
Kindness repay you back .
Humera was overcome with emotion as the elderly woman gently placed her hand on her head. With a warm embrace, the woman whispered to Humera, "Let's get you some help. I'll stay with you until someone arrives to pick you up." Tears streamed down Humera's face as she felt the woman's comforting presence.
Humera remained calm despite the dilemma of whom to call. Her brother was occupied with surgeries and her mother would be overly concerned upon hearing the news.
Surprised, she thought to herself as her eyes tensed up, gazing at a familiar car. How could he possibly know that I was here?
Amir Hussain steps out of the car, observing Humera Ahmed standing next to an elderly woman. Approaching her directly, he greets the woman with a smile and fixes his gaze on her trembling hands, uttering in a cold tone, "Let's go."
Humera's head nodded in agreement, overwhelmed by the sheer anxiety that made it impossible for her to resist him. "Ammaji... may I go?" Humera sought permission from the elderly woman.
"Of course, my dear. My son is just around the corner, you may leave," the woman assured her kindly, granting her permission to go.
As Humera sat in the car bidding farewell, she couldn't help but feel grateful to her higher power for allowing her to survive such a terrifying experience.
Humera sat in silence, her eyes fixed on the floor of the car. She could feel Amir's gaze on her, but she didn't have the courage to meet it. She knew that he must have known where she had been all this time, but she couldn't bring herself to ask him about it.
The journey was long and uncomfortable, with both of them avoiding eye contact and scanning their surroundings. The tension in the car was palpable, and Humera could feel her heart racing with anxiety.
As they drove through the busy streets of the city, Humera couldn't help but wonder what Amir was thinking. Did he know the truth about where she had been?
Despite her fears, Humera couldn't bring herself to break the silence. She knew that she needed to face Amir and tell him the truth, but the words wouldn't come.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they arrived at their destination. Amir parked the car and turned to face Humera, his eyes giving her a cold gaze blaming her for this situation.
Little did she know about the immense solace Amir experienced upon witnessing her well-being was beyond her comprehension.
Amir Hussain, fueled by a burning rage and an insatiable thirst for revenge, made a solemn vow to himself. He swore to inflict upon each and every one of them a suffering so profound, so excruciating, that it would far surpass the torment his best friend's sister had just suffered.
With a heart consumed by darkness, Amir meticulously planned his revenge. He delved into the depths of his twisted mind, crafting a horrific scheme that would leave his enemies trembling in fear. No longer would he be the victim; he would become the orchestrator of their downfall.
On December 22nd, Humera Ahmed was meant to meet her demise, but fate had other plans - it birthed a strange possessiveness in Amir's heart for the girl he despised.
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