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|| • Imaan & Momin • ||

"us ke faroġh-e-husn se ,

jhamke hai sab māi noor

sham-e-haram ho yā ,

yā ho diyā somnāt kā."

• Imaan's Pov •

Winds is blowing like it will tarnish the whole City with its silent havoc. Pigeons are making terrified noises like they know something is going to be happen Which is not right!

"Imaan where are you. Ufff Allah Talah! You're again here with your cute little pigeons."

I was in my deep thoughts when my friend Myra Disturbed my beautiful Chaos.

"Myra what happened why're you making a scene."

I said while making faces. Even though i very well knew why she's here and what she wants.

"Imaan Amma ji wants you in here room ASAP. She wants to discuss......ummm......"

Myra goes pale and started her strange miniatures.

"Myra! Don't go umm hmm on me. I know what they want. And why Amma ji out of the blue wanted to talk with me after ten days."

Myra looked at me helpless and with something I've never seen in her eyes 'Pity' for me.

"Imaan, its your turn tonight. Amma ji wants the best for you. You're a part of this 'Gharana', you can't change your destiny Imaan. You go downstairs I'll feed your pigeons."

She said all this in one go and taking the bowl from my hand and started giving grains to Hungry pigeons.

What a turn of Destiny! Last year it was Myra who becomes the Zeenat of This 'Tawaif khana' and now its me. Last year i was consoling her when she was shattered into pieces. He didn't only Took her purity but tainted her soul forever. She had gone through with this torcher since then. Everyday a new bruise, Every night a new Monster.

I didn't knew who my father is, because my poor mother died giving birth to me. Since then Amma ji has brought me up like her own. I was groomed like all the other girls here. But the only privilege i got being Amma ji's favourite is my education. I've always been her pride excellent in Dancing, Singing, playing sitar and learning all the etiquettes of 'A Great Twaif'.

I belong to this 'Gharana' a place where countless Men visits to seek pleasure. But still i love this place. I love Amma ji and Myra because they're all I've. People call us countless name and what not.

I've always knew what's going to be happen to me but i guess its the belief of mine on Amma ji that she will not let me do this Haram work. She'll let me complete my studies. But how naïve I was!

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Flashback

Ten days ago,

Loud music and cheering of Men is making my head hurts. I hate this night rituals. I hate this people who eats up my Myra and my other sisters body. I complained to Allah in my Sujood. I was offering Isha prayer but as usual this monsters have come up here. Its my Seventeenth birthday. Any other normal teenager would be happy but not me today is the day i was going to be offered as a meal on silver platter infront of this monsters.

"Bibi ji, If you're done praying then please come downstairs everyone is waiting for you."

The maid left giving me the ultimatum of my life. Dismissing her i thought if i were a maid, if i were born somewhere else then i shouldn't have been doing this sinful things. I wouldn't have to sell my dignity. But who i was to think all of this my fate has already been written and sealed. There's no going back from here.

"Imaan my child look at you. Mashallah you're looking like an angel in this attire. May Allah bless my Imaan jaan with a lot of appreciation. May you be the best Twaif' this whole place had ever seen."

Amma ji take me in her embrace and started murmuring this prayers. What kind of mother would sell her own daughter? I thought looking at her. But i knew better i know she's not the culprit we all are born into this. Even if she tried to saves me and freed me of this place she couldn't because the outer world will kill me without even letting me breath in open air.

I still love her because she never lied to me about my fate. She never hid anything from me. I knew my reality.

I was standing in front of Allah knows how many men. They all were looking at me with predatory gaze. Their lust is visible in their Filthy eyes. They're taking in every inch of my body while i was standing helplessly. I heard the sound of Tabla and sitar looking at Amma ji i started dancing on my feet like i used to do in my childhood when she taught me how to dance. In that moment i didn't felt anything i just heard the music and my own inner suffering made me dance through it all.

My little heaven comes to an end with the pose of Tabla sarangi. My legs felt wobbly and with a thud i lost my senses.

When i woke up my head is hurting like hell i don't know what had happened. I looked around and took in my surroundings. Its almost afternoon and thankfully I'm in my room wearing last night's attire.

I was still trying to process things when Amma ji came into my room and said something which i wasn't expecting.

"Imaan beta, yesterday you did great I'm proud of my jaan. You didn't knew how much you've made me happy. Syed Momin Ali had bought you. Ufff my my he couldn't take his eyes off you last night. Well you're such a sight anyone will loose their freaking mind

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Present

"Imaan! Imaan! Wallahi in what thoughts you're wandering off. Go before Ammaji comes up and beat both of us."I looked at her one last time and hugged her tightly her scent is feeling me up with the same kind of warmth and love I've for her. She looked up at me and patted my hair lovingly while caressing my cheeks. Her eyes had welled up now with tears which she couldn't shed.

"Imaan everything happens with Allah's Will. You're lucky that you have been bought otherwise you know we can only live this place in two condition one is to be bought and second is death." She told me things Which i already knew but coming from her is relaxing at least somebody understands me.

Kissing her on cheeks i left and took steps towards Amma ji's chamber.

"Amma ji you've summoned me?" I asked before entering.

"Oh my sweet Imaan you took so much time to come nonetheless leave it. Look who's here to meet you!" I saw a man sitting infront of her. He's beautiful. Kind of an enigma. I've seen many men here but none of them had this aura around them which this man possess. He's looking at me intently and Allah knows why i returned his gesture by glaring at him.

"Imaan, please come and sit beta. He's Syed Momin Ali. He's here to take you with him. You remember i told you about him."

Then it all hit me he's the one who had bought me. And now I've to leave my life behind, just to warm his bed.

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