Zehra Hassan
She was robbed of her ordinary life, brought into the dirt turned into a profanity introduced to the vulgarity of the red light area. She was tormented by day and tortured at night, fighting to survive in a completely different world...
"Daiwik!" Abhiraj yelled out, but I did not care, I picked him by his collar before he can help himself up to even try attacking me, and I once again punched him. He fell on the floor again.
All his men knew better than walking between my business. Because they know how maniac I get if I am out of control. And I was. I kicked him in his crotch, and he left there holding it. I was about to punch next when Abhiraj caught my hand.
"What are you doing? He is my man! You don't get to touch him!"
"Someone touched your woman even before she was yours, and you cut down his dick. He dared to touch something that is already mine." I told him when he realized what this was. The woman he gave me, someone dared to touch her. Of course, this was not going to end well.
He let go of my hand and took a step back. "Don't you think you should at least ask me for my permission? Before you do something like this?" He asked me when I shook my head.
Amar's crotch still hundred my shoes while I stomped hard on it. And he cried out trying to fight the pain.
"I am not going to ask permission for something I will do no matter what!"
"You are breaking your loyalty," he asked me, something I built 6 months and I screamed out, as he kicked at his face again. "I don't give a bullshit about the loyalty that hurts my Zehra!" I screamed, as I stood him up, and dragged him out, by now I am sure all his nutts were cracked, as he was completely moveless.
And put him inside my car trunk. Everyone followed me.
While I drove to my house, pulled him out of the truandandd dragged him inside the house, I saw Zehra sitting exactly where I left her at. I turned to Taara Sahiba, who looked at me and then saw Zehra, and immediately walked ran to her. Abhiraj is right behind me.
I dragged the man into the middle of the open veranda, as I turned to see Zehra, who looked at me in complete shock, she looked at the man who yet wasn't bleeding outside,
And she knew what was coming next, she stood up, Taara by her side,
"Whatever you wish for?" I asked her, men that had gathered at the door, Abhiraj by the side between the door and Taara by the room. All the men who slowly filled the room were scared for their own life. She didn't say anything just tears that vigorously bled on her face.
"The hammer." the words escaped her, the hammer? What did he do with the hammer? And then I realized the broken lock at the door. And I knew what she meant.
I nodded, as I walked inside the store room, picking out everything that I know will kill him, with scrounging pain.
I walked out throwing those stuff on the floor beside him as I picked up the hammer, and in one long squish, his cheekbone busted, the face being left the biggest scratch, bleeding, another long hinge and this time his front face,
The hammer, as this time his nose broke out, the blood-spattered, and a loud yell rang in the room, I knew who this was. And what this was. I turned to look at her, there she stood with her palm blocking her mouth.
His nose broke, his entire face covered with blood, as looking at her, tearful face. The rage that had already slipped out of me? Lost!
I was lost. Lost in the darkness I never thought I would see.
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ZEHRA
The last time his eyes rested upon me, the fear I was knitting in my heart was no longer for the man who was on the floor.
But,
The man over him.
I said, hammer unsure why? But I never thought what my one word will lead to, I saw him, I had seen him go insane before, and oddly that never scared me.
But today? I was at a loss. I saw him, attacking that man's face again and again with that hammer, his entire face covered with blood, unrecognizable. And he did that. He did that, the man I thought was kind.
The blood that bled his face as much covered the man I fear now. The hammer he let go of when we felt that man getting conscious. He walked towards the little tap in the corner of the room, as he picked out a bucket of water and he pushed in on that man's face.
The man came back to be sighted. But what about the man who was covered with the same blood?
I was stuck, stuck to look at him, rather than the man he was avenging me from.
"You don't touch her!" he yelled out, loud enough that the entire town might have heard his words! "Nobody touches Zehra! If so! He dies! Today, everyone must see this! And better come to their sanity that anyone who will as vastly as whiff a hair on her? Will countenance this!" he said to all the people, I had never seen, gathered at the door.
And then he picked up a plower, and my heart sank, I looked at its sharp edges, and what came ahead, I don't think I could watch I wanted to tell him to stop. But I was scared of whatever the animal that was before me. Because that was not a man.
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He picked up the tool as he walked between his middle, and in one minute, that man was dug by the teeth of that plower, the blood that spread across the entire room, the scream I couldn't handle,
I fell on the door, taking its support, and my eyes shut, this fear was beyond the one that I felt, I couldn't see it, the woman that showed up from nowhere standing beside me, helping me to soothe me. But only if words were effective.
That man died then and there but he did not stop. Daiwik did not stop. He picked the plower back, throwing it away, as he picked out the knife falling on his bloody chest he inserted that knife into that man's closed eyes sharp, and I was left on the support of the door, beside me.
Fear that was beyond my hold. He stood up, walking towards me, covered in his blood, I tried to run myself inside that door if possible. But it was not. And before me, he fell on his knees.
He fell on his knees, and looked up at me, with those eyes I couldn't keep grasp of, I closed mine, with the sour water on my entire face by now,
