Noor-e-Haya pov:
As the devil was busy on the phone, I started thinking about my life—what would I do now? Would Yazan accept him, or...?
Ya Allah, I forgot about Layla! She's going to kill me. Okay, so basically, Layla is my best friend. She's helped me a lot over the past years, and I wish I could really do something for her in return.
Screech!
Allahu Akbar! What is that noise? I thought, pressing my hands to my ears and squeezing my eyes shut.
When I finally opened my eyes, I realized it was the devil's doing. Come on, I know he wants to kill me, but he'd die too—what would happen to his family?
Oh, so you care about his family too? a voice echoed in my head.
Arrrgh! I had an argument with myself over the devil, which didn't last long, because I just kept quiet. I was too tired, so I simply nodded if he said anything.
Eventually, we reached the devil's house—or mansion, you could say—and to my surprise, he decided to be a gentleman for once and opened the door for me.
When I entered the house, I saw a man who must have been in his forties, standing with a woman who was well-dressed—she must have been his wife. But there was something about them. Oh my Allah, these must be the devil's parents.
I don't know why, but I couldn't help it. I blurted out, "Bhari Maa," and as I did, I saw her eyes fill with tears. It was as if she had been waiting for me to say that.
The moment those words left my mouth, everything around me seemed to blur. Flashbacks flooded my mind, and the world started spinning. I saw black dots clouding my vision, my body growing weak.
Yazan pov:
When I turned around, I saw Noor-e-Haya lying unconscious on the floor. Panicked, I quickly carried her to my room and laid her on the bed.
That's when Baba entered, accompanied by our family doctor. The doctor immediately began examining her and asked us to wait outside.
I stood outside the room, while Ammi cried on Baba's shoulder. Baba was trying to calm her, his hands gently patting her back.
"Mr. Khan, can I speak to you for a moment?" Dr. Javed asked, his tone serious.
"Doctor, how is my bacchi? Is she alright?" Ammi asked through her tears, her voice trembling with worry.
"Actually, she fainted because of stress," the doctor replied. "She needs to eat healthy food and get plenty of rest."
But for some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something.
"Come, doctor, let me drop you," I said while escorting him outside.
"Mr. Khan, there's something I need to tell you," said Dr. Javed.
"Yeah, sure, go ahead," I replied.
"It's about the girl. She's not fine. She fainted because of the pressure she's been putting on herself. It's very harmful. Today she fainted, but I'm not sure I can help you next time if it happens again. She could slip into a coma," the doctor explained.
"Don't worry, doctor, I'll take care of her," I reassured him.
"Here's her medication. Give her one after every meal," said the doctor, handing me the prescription.
"Thank you, once again," I said, dropping him off by the door.
Flashback
"Nobody loves me. I'm nobody's friend," said five-year-old Noor-e-Haya, crying as she ran into the garden.
"Oreo, why don't they want to be my friend? I'm not nice," said Noor-e-Haya, hugging her horse.
"You know, at my school, that boy was laughing at me. He called me fat and pushed me on the ground. Look, I got hurt," Noor-e-Haya sobbed even louder. Little did she know, apart from Oreo, a boy was listening to her story with anger in his eyes.
"How dare you bully her and push her?" shouted a very angry 7-year-old Yazan, as he punched the boy who had bullied his best friend.
"Zanny, don't hit him! It's not good, please don't," said a crying Noor-e-Haya.
"I'm only letting you go because of her, but next time you hurt her, I swear I'll make you regret it," Yazan said, his voice seething with anger.
"Let's go, Haya," Yazan said, holding her hand firmly.
"Why did you hit him? Bhari Maa says it's bad to fight," said Noor-e-Haya innocently.
I was pulled from my dreamland by a scream.
"Ayyaan!" Noor-e-Haya cried out, drenched in sweat.
I rushed to her side, holding her hand. "Are you okay?"
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Spiritual"Please, leave me! Chhodo mujhe! What have I done? Leave me!" she begged, but he didn't let go of her hand. Instead, he tightened his grip. "Who are you? What do you want? Leave me, please! I need to go-he's waiting for me," she cried, her voice tre...
