Beauty lived In a quaint village with her parents, desiring to follow in her father's footsteps as a lawyer. Little did she know that her dream would intertwine her fate with a man known as devil in human form. Despite his cunning and manipulative w...
Admist the turmoil and tears. I scrambled to my feet and stumbled into the closet. Grabbing a bag, I frantically tossed my clothes inside, my hands shaking with a mixture of fear and desperation. As I zipped it close, a wave of sadness washed over me.
I yearned for the days when life was simpler, when my only concerns were my studies and my dream of becoming a lawyer like my father. But fate had a different path in store for me. I had no control over the events that had unfolded, and I couldn't help but question why.
Just then, my phone buzzed with a message notification. An unknown number had sent a message that read. "Hi jaan, wait for me, I'm coming". The heart emoji at the end sent a shiver down my spine. I knew it was from Danish.
My heart raced as I debated my response. Should I text him back or block him? After a moment of hesitation, I choose the later. I blocked the number and tossed the phone onto my bed.
Why couldn't he leave me alone? Why was everyone tormenting me? Tears stream down my face as I hurled the objects around my room in frustration.
Suddenly, my parents burst into the room. They stood there in shock, their eyes wide as they took in the choas.
"What's wrong?", baba asked, his voice laced with concern.
"I don't want to go anywhere, baba", I sobbed, hugging my knees tightly. I feel like something bad will happen to me if I leave.
As I sat there on the floor, my knees drawn up to my chest, tears streamed down my face. It was a torrent of emotions that I couldn't control. Suddenly, I felt the presence of my parents beside me. They sat down on the floor, their arms encircling me in a warm embrace.
"First, you need to stop crying", baba said softly, patting my head with a gentle touch.
I lifted my head and looked at him, my eyes still wet with tears. He reached out and wiped them away with his thumb.
"I don't want to go anywhere, Baba", I said between sobs. "I want us to stay here".
Baba's face softened as he listened to my words. "I know, gudiya". He replied. "But sometimes, we have to make some sacrifices for the greater good".
"So you want me to sacrifice the life I have lived here for that 'greater good?", I asked, my voice barely a whisper, as I wiped away the tears that streamed down my face.
Baba's gaze met mine for a brief moment before he turned his head away. "Yes, you have to", he said, his voice heavy with a mixture of regret and determination.
I sat there my mind racing, trying to make sense of my father's strange behaviour. Why was he suddenly so keen on leaving this place? What will Danish do if don't leave? So many questions ran through my mind, but I couldn't bring myself to ask them aloud.
"Baba, are we really that scared of Danish that we're willing to abandon our home?", I finally asked, my voice trembling.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and fear. "Im not scared of him. I'm scared of what his father might do to you", he said, his voice breaking as tears formed in his eyes.
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Allah hafiz 💕💕
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