She is, Afaaf
عفاف ; Chaste, Virtuous, Decent , Pure.
A beautiful young woman with sparkling brown eyes.
He is, Zaryaab
زریاب ; Rich , wealthy, possessor of gold.
A handsome young man carrying the secrets of world on his shoulders.
She runs.
He ru...
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Afaaf
It was the fourth day.
Without him.
Without Zaryaab.
Yet, it felt like months had passed, years had passed. Decades had crossed and centuries had changed.
Yet nothing changed.
" Suddenly cars had surrounded us. Lala was inside as we two got out to fight the men but we were hit badly. Lala was outside with us then, we tried to fight against the men but lala was hit by someone hard. And then we remember nothing."
This was what I heard from the guards that gained consciousness. And this wasn't helpful. It wasn't enough for tracking down Zaryaab. The whole city's police was finding him, Jahan had special forces looking for him. But still there wasn't any clue of him.
I rocked on my place, hugging myself as my eyes stared at Zaryaab's picture. I couldn't move my eyes away from him.
Allah! Could it not have been me, who was abducted. Why him? Why Zaryaab Alam Khan. It could have been me.
Why Zaryaab?
The search for him was constant. Jahan was everywhere. Sometimes he wouldn't return home for straight eleven hours and sometimes he wouldn't move from in front of Khan Dada and Dadi Gul Jan. Clutching at the old woman's hand as if he was a small child. The security was also tight around the haveli. No one was allowed to meet us, mostly.
I didn't even want to meet anyone, till I saw Zaryaab. Till I knew that he was safe. He had to be safe.
My heart had a feeling that he was near, that he wasn't far. That he was safe. But not close enough that I'd yell for him and he'd hear me. But he was near. It was a gut feeling, gnawing at my skin.
Rain had been pouring on the land since morning. Dark clouds had taken over us. And with each roar of clouds, my heart shivered. Standing before the mirror, I brushed my hair. The strands wet from the quick shower. My brown eyes were swollen and the dark circles were more prominent against my pale skin. The white block print shalwar kameez fitted me perfectly. And as I draped the long dupatta against my shoulder. Zaryaab's smirking face came to my mind. The day he took me out for shopping.
Ughh!
Stepping down the stairs, I casted my eyes around the large house. I could hear Gulroz speak in the hall and so I made my way over to the large room.
" You could give everything to the man and bring Lala back." I went and sat besides Dadi Gul Jan. Her warm hazel eyes staring at me for the longest of hours before she leaned my head on her shoulder.
My eyes staring at the two men. Waiting for Khan Dada to answer Gulroz. The older man, sighed loudly. His wrinkled hands rubbing together as he leaned forward.
