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CHAPTER #28
Zafar's POV
After last night, I was worried about Hafsa so, I had already decided I'll go home early today.
I was sitting in my room when the door suddenly opened
"hey hey hey" I asked angrily. They were a group of men in four "where is the receptionist? Who gave you the permission to enter like this?"
"I" a voice came from behind the smirking man and came the leader of the goons, sadiq
"what are you doing here?"
"we came here to offer you something" sadiq said smirking at his men
"what offer?"
"give your wife divorce, if you do, we will give 10 million dollars. Remember it's dollars!"
That left me shocked. I didn't say anything but just stared at them for a while "come on tell me it's easy" he said laughing and smirking, looking at his men.
"my wife is not on a thing kept in a market for sale that you are making such hideous kind of offer and what made you even think that I'll ever leave her?"
"so you are refusing?"
"I don't even consider your offer!"
Sadiq lifted his hand in air and snapped his fingers. I just kept looking at him while all his men attacked me and punched me near my lips, making a bruise while my lips too bled at the corner. One of them held me by my collar "so you still don't accept?" sadiq said from behind
"no! why are you even doing this? for what?"
"you think I'll tell you?" he laughed like a complete villain "beat him more" he yelled to his men. each and everyone were punching me. The receptionist came in and tried to stop them but those cowardice men pushed her away too. "you have a week's time to do it" sadiq said and snapped his fingers again on which all the four men stopped and stepped back "a week's time" sadiq said again and left the room. I had sweat running all over my body and my shirt was also torn a little. I looked at the time and it was almost 6. As soon as I was moving out of the room, the receptionist rushed in and squealed "sir, are you ok? should I get you first aid?"
"no I am fine" I said and left the office
...
"oh ya allah, what is this beta? who did this to you?" dadi almost yelled and leaped over me.
"I need to take some rest" I said to them and walked towards my room as I had no strength left to face anyone
I opened the room of my door and a pleasant scent occupied my nose. It developed a satisfying feeling inside of me. I sat on the bed, looking down, feeling the pain running all over in my face muscles just when hafsa came in.
"zafar" she almost whispered. She was sitting down looking up at my face and observing me keenly "who did this to you?" she asked me. What was I supposed to tell her? That sadiq came and offered me to divorce in return of 10 million dollars? Never! "who did this to you, zafar?" she was insisting me now. I had to tell her....but not everything, obviously!
"few goons came to my office today"
I could tell by her expression that she was shocked
"what?!"
"sadiq was with them"
"why did he come there?" she asked with a tint of aggression
"they simply want me to divorce you" I told her the first part but not the second, that is, in return he was offering me 10 million dollars "I don't get it, seriously, I don't get it"
I was seriously not getting it!!
"I am sorry" Hafsa said. It wasn't her fault! Did she understand that she was. The. Matter. Of. Discussion. In. This. Incident?
I should not let her feel that!!
"why are you telling sorry? you didn't do anything. I can't leave you nor will I ever leave because it's simply impossible. You are a very precious gem in my life and I realize I just can't live without you and I am ready to face any problem" she had tears in her eyes and nevertheless, even I had tears pricking my eyes. She needed me and I needed her and we are here for each other. She dug her head in my chest while I pulled her closer to me and caressed her hair in a comforting way
"you are wounded, let me bandage you" she said and grabbed her kit and started dressing my wounds "you go get bath"
Yeah it is a good idea, I kissed her forehead and went to bath.
After taking bath, when I came out, I saw hafsa was sitting on the bed waiting for me.
I sat in front of her and comforted myself.
After observing me for a moment, she got up and produced some papers out of the wardrobe. She handed them over to me to read.
I unfolded the papers and started reading
Paper 1-
Dear didi,
I've been a bad sister to you since we were little. You were my elder but I didn't consider you as one. And now I apologize to you for what I am going to do because whatever I am doing is for my right. It's not gonna be a guna because I am fighting for what is rightfully mine. Our parents gave you everything, almost everything because you are the elder one and also more responsible than me. I feel ignored and dismayed and now it's beyond my tolerance.
I am sorry..
Paper 2-
This is really important, I heard that the little girl of the family wasn't killed. I urge the team to bring her to me instead of killing her or dumping somewhere as we discussed.
"hmm.. What are these letters about?" I asked hafsa as I couldn't understand almost anything
"I found theses letters in abba's study and these are written by ammi"
I was feeling wrong now! There's really something wrong..I could feel some connections with this
"you aren't saying anything...is something wrong?"
"I don't feel good about this...can I ask you something?"
"yeah sure"
"do you have any picture of you with your family when you were little?"
"umm no..why are you asking that?"
"who's the little girl your ammi is mentioning in this letter?"
"it obviously can't be me because I am their daughter" ok so hafsa understood what I was thinking. I suspected the little girl that auntie is referring is hafsa but she also had a point.
"ok then, do you remember auntie talking or meeting any girl when you were little?"
"to be honest, I don't remember anything...my childhood" she was looking away out of embarrassment.
"there's something I understand from these letters"
I can understand the connections now!
"what?"
"I am afraid it may offend you or maybe you wont believe but I strongly feel the connection"
"I am listening"
Ok so it was the time I told her what I am thinking "we know that your friend and sadiq's mother are close friends. Don't you think that they both are playing with you something? because today I was attacked by sadiq because I am not giving you divorce and your ammi also wanted the same. After reading these letters I feel a strong connection with amaan and shams's story too"
"how exactly?" hafsa was listening to me very carefully with full concentration
"if you remember their story, they told that their fathers were asked to kill a family by a man in their gangster group who was himself ordered by a woman. If I connect that story with these letters, that woman is your mother, I am sorry if you are feeling bad or offended but you yourself tell me, why has she mentioned to bring the girl of the family who is killed? and they also had it discussed. You know at that time there was not much technology to do texting and all so she wrote letters to the team because she probably couldn't go out" hafsa was listening me and she was also fully engrossed in her thoughts "and I think that little girl is you,hafsa, and that is why you don't remember anything because probably they did something to you, maybe a treatment so that you don't remember anything and their secret remains intact" I said her concluding my speech to her after which I was feeling a sharp pain near my lips because of all that speaking.
"so you mean...you mean that ammi is not my ammi and abba is not my abba and samreen is not my sister?" her way of referring ammi and abba was so cute that it made me smile
"samreen is indeed your sister but maybe not your biological one but as your cousin sister"
"my cousin sister?"
"yes, because your ammi would be auntie's elder sister whom she ordered to killed when you were a little girl"
"those nightmares!" hafsa yelled suddenly "I am getting them now, I am getting what they mean now" there was a kind of determined excitement on her face now. I was glad she did not get offended but instead tried to understand me.