❝ Ishq saccha wahi
Jisko milti nahi manzilein ❞ - Humari Adhuri Kahani
It is the mid 50's, the time when Anahita Devi was a regular teen. At first, she was soft-spoken and an ideal child to her parents. Then her life takes a drastic turn opening her...
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Anahita wiped angry tears from her jaw, sweat beads from her forehead as she climbed the stairs in a hustle. Asif walked out of his room and noticed her thumping her way up. He panicked, seeing her disheveled. On her way, Anahita kept tossing her dupatta belligerently on her shoulder.
"Hey!" He called, but she pushed past him; her petite shoulder punched him hard on his upper arm. Asif turned around and called her again, but she ran.
Anahita couldn't control her eyes as she raced through the stairs to the first floor. The more she thought of what to say, the more tears made their way from her eyes. Her vision blurred as she dashed into her friend's room and looked around.
"Nausheen? Nausheen." She shouted, but there was no response. In anger, she yanked the loose dupatta off her and threw it on the floor. It won't keep still, and right now, anything coming her way was a dead goose.
"Nausheen, where are you?"
Asif held the hinge of the door. He straightened and cleared his throat, - "Nausheen has gone to her cousin's place." He reminded her. Anahita stilled and a little of her brain fog cleared. She sighed and moved a step back, covering her mouth with both her hands, as she recollected Nausheen's letter where she mentioned about a week's stay at her cousin's place.
