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Irfa Zafar had never thought that in a span of an year her life would turn upside down. She hadn't expected her qadr to play like this. It was long back when she had accepted her fate and miseries but then again her fate plays. Landing her so...
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Khizir's pov
I was feeling a different sense inside me, the kind I had never felt. It wasn't something sudden...just after that stupid but kind of beautiful girl bumped into me. However much I try to kick her out of my brain her angry face knocks in with double force.
Groaning in frustration I rounded my car inside the tall gate if my house, the driveway was as usual empty. What could I expect from a family of two women and a man...my father was no more. He had left us quite early but then it wasn't early for him. It was his time to go. As planned by the almighty.
I stepped out of my car and entered the large double door. The first thing that came to vision was my mother, my everything. Sitting on of the couches she was watching some news on the television. Her aged face showing the unexpressed pain and emotions.
“Assalamoalaikum ammi.” I greeted and sat next to her. It felt like I was meeting her after ages, these days were very busy.
Baba's company is in debt and huge trouble. My uncle has tried every way to handle it, but he couldn't, his old age had tackled him. Though mamu Jan and Shehreyar are helping me a lot. I just hope everything turns out fine.
“Walekum assalam beta. How are you?” She replied and kissed my forehead. A smile formed on my face seeing her loving eyes gaze me.
“Hell tired...ammi where is Zainab?”
“She is in her room maybe sleeping.” She replied and tuned back towards the T.V. Kissing her forehead I turned my way towards Zainab, my sister's room.
Turning the knob of the closed door I entered the room only to stop hearing a soft sob. Fear engulfed me making me move forward and look for her.
“Zainab what happened...where are you?” I asked. The room was dark making me turn on the lights.
“Bhai...” she called me and got up from the bed. I reached forward and held her face in my hand.
“What happened why are you crying?” I asked looking at her tear strained face. A look of realization flashed in her eyes, and she started looking here and there.
“Bhai see…these stupids made the male lead of this drama die…is it necessary for him to die.” She said sobbing in my arms.
I heaved a sigh of relief, I thought it was again the attack. From the time of my father's death she has been facing some attacks. My mother didn't know about this...we couldn't tell her. It's been more than ten year but then losing her father at an age of six is something really traumatic experience. She would cry like this every time she would have attack.
