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...
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ZEHRA
I heard the screening of the old door, the audible sound of someone approaching, the footing, and some wheels, a fearful thought crept into my heart wondering if it was Daiwik,
I brought myself to my feet, as I stepped outside my room, and my eyes settled on the two-woman figure, standing facing around the house, standing with suitcases and bags.
I heard footsteps again, and my eyes found Dev standing at the door, his eyes widen when he saw the two women, and his eyes hastily settled on me, and ran back to the ladies.
One was an older woman, probably in her fifties and another was a young girl, probably around the same age as me. They turned around and looked at me a little astounded.
They stared at me, then at Dev, and once again surveying the house, "Maa! Divya!" He called out,
Are they Daiwik's family?
I was surprised, Divya...she has studied along with me. I looked at her face, but no bell rang to me. They were surprised to see me here, of course... was hy a woman standing in their son's house?
On what relation?
I found another figure at the threshold next to Dev, Daiwik.
He saw his family and his expression tightened, his hand in a fist, gritting his teeth approached inside, "What are you both doing here?" It was not a rude tone but the question itself was rude.
They are his mother and sister, he shouldn't talk to them like this. They turned and find their son and brother. Surprisingly, Divya ran towards her brother and hugged her tightly. "Bhai!" She cried out,
And despite his angry deform, he hugged his sister back with only one arm wrapping around her neck, Dev approached his mother and bowed down to touch her feet, as an Indian culture to show respect to their elders.
His mother kept her hand on his head, her eyes asking so many questions Devakshaya, but he replied to none, meanwhile, Divya pulled back, and Daiwik walked towards his mother, but she caught his face and kept a peck on his head, and then blew on his both eyes,
"Still doing it?" She asked as she gestured around the house. Yes!! She saw this dirt,
She pointed at the floor filled with shattered entities, and then she looked at me. "Who is she?" she asked, Daiwik turned to look at me, he gulped down hard, his apologetic yet red eyes resting upon me,
"What are you both doing here? Divya's studies are going to start!" He changed the topic instantly, thankfully the focus was shifted,
"Your father..."She started, looking at me and back up front, "Your father did the whole drama and stole the money from the house and lost all of it in gambling." She said I have heard this. I blinked in confusion, it was twenty lakhs he sent to them, he lost it?
