Fanaa
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noun
~ total privation or loss; extinction; cessation.
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A groom endeavoured by his family name and honour, an absconding damsel carrying susceptible information that can dethrone the existence of a very illustrious political leade...
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kisi ko ghar se nikalte hi milgayi manzil koi humari tarah umar bhar safar mein raha
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The preposterously trouble seeking duo continued walking side by side under the spartan overcastedly dark sky in absolute silence. Not one of them dared to utter a word even though thousands of unresolved thoughts floated in the abyss of their irrevocable minds.
They had been walking for a good hour now and were on a deserted road surrounded by thick trees and the sounds of chirruping crickets. Not a single human soul was in the view of the night. Madiha had decided to take the route that lead from the abandoned rural forested area, to wherever her destination was, because she was certain with the kind of influential family that the Rahamanzais were, they would have already started placing police barricades and officiating searches to hunt down their son. So, they were a good five kilometres away from the city.
All of a sudden, Madiha came to a halt in the middle of nowhere, in a flicker of instance, her body started swaying left and right. Mustafa looked at her wobbling frame alarmed, as he managed to get hold of her shoulders preventing her from falling to her face.
"Hey! Are you alright?!" He said, as unnerving panic settled on his features watching her warm body go slump against his.
"I am pur--fact--" Madiha managed to slur out as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
Mustafa dragged her to a nearby tree and made her sit down against it, her back resting against its bark. He then proceeded to lift up her niqab, bringing the view of her pale face to meet his own vision. "Keep your eyes open don't lose your concious."
"As much as I would love to gaze at your pretty face, I am on three painkillers, with an empty stomach and lack of sleep." Madiha managed to weakly smile out a last time as she closed her eyes shut.
"Are you crazy?! Why would you have painkillers on an empty stomach?!" Mustafa yelled as he escaped the clutches of his abaya, abandoning it to a pile near the tree.
"Not all of us...have a choice to eat timely meals, hotstuff. Your nosey Aunt decided to interrogate me while I was about to devour....your lavish wedding buffet." Madiha grunted in pain, still eyes shut as she tried adjusting her injured arm to a more comfortable position.
"When was the last time you had a proper meal?" Mustafa looked at her awfully frigid face, the silver lined eyes safely hidden behind her guarded lids. Her sunken cheeks and dried out lips still made her look like a goddess who had just won a million battles, and was finally resting her eyes after an eternity. Her unruly dark tresses were falling out from beyond the confines of her loosely draped scarf.
"I don't even remember." She whispered letting out an exhausted chuckle. Mustafa sighed kneeling down before the very goddess, as he carefully reached forward and touched the velvety tendril of hair that rested against her cheekbone. His knuckles merely touched her glacial glass like skin and he found himself finding it hard to breathe, when she sighed and leaned into the warmth of his hand, Mustafa felt his world coming to a sudden halt and a soft buzzing echoed among his surroundings, his heart once again slowed down like it had done the first time he had laid his eyes on her. A sense of deja vu took over his body and for a second, he found himself wondering, Why was she risking her life like this? Why was she living a life on the run? What secrets was this witty-knife welding assasain- hiding beneath her skin?
