Mannat......A Love Story

49. The Black Porsche

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      49. The Black Porsche

“Atif! kuch pata chala” he entered in the room and looking at our face slowly shook his head.

“I have searched her everywhere man! like in hospitals, hotels, parks…. She is no where” Atif said almost falling down on the couch.

“kaheen…. Kaheen kisi ne usey….” Minahil said slowly looking down then looked up at our faces. This was the thought we all had in our minds deep down but nobody could utter it aloud.

“Allah khair kare! Wo jahan bhi ho izzat aabroo k sath sahee salamat ho” Mom said and I put my hand on hers.

“where is Hussain?” Waqas asked and I shook my haed.

“don’t know… subha ka nikal hua hea, I called him a couple of times but he didn’t pick up, just sent a message after that… that he is okay and” I stopped and looked a them….. “and he wont come back jab tak Mannat mil nai jati” I added and Mom looked at me at once… worried.

“Shehry beta! call him and ask him to come home, this is not the way… we all are worried already, us k ghar na aane se mil jae gi Mannat?” Dad said and I nodded my head…. Deep down I knew he wont listen any one now.

“ooper se us Shehroz ne damagh kharab kiya hua hea…. Rida called me in the morning, she was hell worried….” Minahil said and Mom sighed deep.

“pata nai is bachi ki qismat mein kia likha hea? Allah bhi jab kisi ko aazmane per aata hea to hoob aazmata hea” Mom said, worry evident on her face. We all knew how much she likes Mannat. wo to dil he dil mein usey bahu man chuki theen. Wesey sach bhi tha, thi to Mannat unki bahu he… bus wo janti nai theen.

It was the second day since Mannat was missing and we all were trying to find her every where possible. But there was no sign of her.

“I wonder if somebody has…. Has kidnapped her or something…. why didn’t he call or contanct anyone for ransom?” Atif said thoughtfully.

We just looked at each other, having no answer of all those questions arising in our hearts and minds.

“Shehry yar call Hussain, dekh kahan he…. Kal ka kuch khaye piye bager serken chaan raha hea” Waqas said and I picked up my phone.

HUSSAIN’S POV

“have you seen her?”

“No, am sorry”

“hey hey! Hi… ummm have you seen this girl somewhere?”

“nops! Am sorry”

Holding my phone in my hand I just stood there, like… like I am going to loose evertyhting, there was that fear inside me which was not letting me breathe, my heart and mind was racing…. There was no rest inside…nowhere.

I was in her university and have asked almost everyone in her department but nobody had seen her for so many days.

My feet were paining after hours of running here and there… and now I couldn’t even feel pain, they were numb… so were my senses.

That message over her mirror was actually haunting me now…. why did she write that? Did somebody… somebody made her write that over there? but who can do this? and why? Why would anyone do this to her?.... to me?