chapter 23

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“Family ties mean that no matter how much you might want to run from your family, you can’t.”  ~Anonymous

Tooba's p.o.v

I was folding prayer mat after praying Magrib Salah when Rehab came in room.

I looked at him and smiled lightly.

He smiled back.

"Tooba..."

"Hnn?''

I put prayer mat aside and looked at him attentively.

"Someone came downstairs to meet you."

"Me???"

I passed him a shocked expression and he nodded.

"Look! All I want is you to not freak out after meeting them."

"Why are you behaving like I am going to meet some Mafia men or a terrorist?"

I raised brow on him.

"Its not like that. Just.. Ah! Nothing let's go downstairs."

He took my hand in his broader one and headed towards downstairs.

I was walking calmly after him.
But little did I know that calm was a silence before storm.

My eyes fell on the figure sitting on sofa beside Yusha bhai.

A gasp left my mouth.

Tears started pooling up in my eyes.

My gaze fell on another figure sitting beside beejan and a lone tear slipped down my cheek.

"Mom dad...."

A whisper left my mouth and their eyes snapped towards me..

I wanted to go and gave them a bone crushing hug but when I took a step forward, the scene of dad beating me brutally when I was shoot, flashed in front of my eyes.

Strange type of fear ran down my spine and I moved back towards Rehab and hide myself behind his broader back.

Everyone stood up.

Rehab squeezed my hand which was on its arm but I shook my head.

I didn't want to be beaten again in front of everyone.

Dad took one step closer and I clenched Rehab's shirt.

"Tooba.."

"Tooba listen! Jan..listen!!"

Rehab turned and cupped my face which was wet with tears.

"No one will hurt you. No one!! I am here."

I somehow managed to look into his eyes which were holding so much peace in them.

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