“ you are the story that,

i never want to end. ”

...

• Delhi, India.

She was seeing a beautiful view, sun and moon shinning together like pearls yet so apart. She has always been a sunrise person but today she fell in love with the dawn of the sun, sky turning into different shades, stars appearing like majestic opulence, winds dancing around her, touching her exposed skin so effortlessly, tingling her, birds flying back to their homes and trees talking in their foreign language. For the first time in her life, she was stunned with Allah's creation.

"Beautiful. Magical. Healer."

She was enjoying the weather, a little bit too much. And her driver came infront of her, she got out of trance seeing him.

"Ma'am. Lets go." He opened the door for her, she looked at the car carefully and back to the driver.

"Its not my car."

Before the driver could say anything her phone started ringing.

"Salam Ammu....yes..yes... I'm on my way....yeah ammu I'll be home soon." Mahrosh sat in the car and ordered the driver to drive as fast as he can.

Mahrosh was feeling dizzy and tired. She has been working tirelessly, the land mafia was giving her a very tough time and she is not ready to back down. After all she was walking on the path of Righteousness and Justice, nothings going to change her ways.

She closed her eyes and soon fall asleep, her Driver looked at her from the mirror and then wiped the sweat on his forehead. For a moment he thought of not doing it, but soon his daughter's face came infront of his eyes.

And to save his daughter from the den of wolves, he decided to throw another daughter of Eve in their cage.

Mahrosh was sleeping peacefully without knowing that the car has changed its route, she wasn't going her home, but in hell.

The car came to stop with a halt and Mahrosh wake up with the suddeness, her eyes were half opened but she can see its not her home. She looked at the driver, about to question him where they are, but to her surprise, the driver looked at her with hands joined Together, his head bowed down in shame.....she didn't understood what was happening but before her mind could work or think.

The car's door opened and she was pulled by her hair harshly. Her eyes were closed, she couldn't open them due to the pain she was feeling in her head. The man was dragging her, her clothes were dirtied, her scarf fallen somewhere. She was trying to let herself free from his hold. But the man was too strong and she was still fighting.

He threw her harshly on what feels like a mattress. Mahrosh holding her throbbing head looked around and saw men standing around her, her strength gave up on her, she felt terrified. Their lusty and filthy gazes piercing in her soul. She left their dirty hands moving up and down on her body, she pleaded to leave her, she cried, she begged....but they didn't stop.

Mahrosh's sense were giving up, in the Very last moment she prayed for death.

...

Tujhe Ishq Ho Khuda Kare

Tujhe Uss Se Koi Juda Kare

Tere Hoonth Hansna Bhool Jayein

Tere Aankh Pur-Numm Raha Kare

Tu Uski Baatain Kiya Kare

Tu Uski Baatain Suna Kare

Usse Dekh Kar To Ruk Jaye

Wo Nazar Jhuka Kar Mila Kare

Tujhe Dosti Bhi Na Raas Aye

Tu Tanha Tanha Phira Kare

Tujhe Hijar Ki Wo Jhari Lage

Tu Milan Ki Har Pal Dua Kare

Tere Khwaab Bikhrain Toot Kar

Tu Kirchi Kirchi Chuna Kare

Tu Gali Gali Sada Kare

Tu Nagar Nagar Phira Kare

Tujhe Ishq Par Phir Yaqeen Ho

Usse Tasbiyoon Per Gina Kare

Phir Main Kahoon Ishq Dhong Hai

Tu Nahi Nahi Kiya Kare

Haider was sitting in his office taking huge puffs of cigars, calming the rage inside him. Everytime he sit alone, her thoughts fill his mind and he became restless, helpless. Nothing excites him. He doesn't like doing anything, except remembering her and her.

He had stopped following after that night, since then he was trying to maintain his distance. He wasn't a man who goes after a woman who has no interest him. He understood Mahrosh Yaman is too good and he is, he is just a shameless man.

Still he couldn't forgot her. Six months has passed away yet, his heartbeat for her. He wants to listen her sweet voice again. He wants to see her angelic face again.

"Sir." Shenk Ryan came in his office without knocking and Haider looked at him liked he is going to kill him.

"Ryan...."

"Sir Ms Mahrosh's Mother is waiting for you outside."

"What?"

Haider shouted and walked out of his office.

Shabeena Yaman, who didn't felt weak even after her beloved husband's sudden death, is crying and sobbing.

"What happened Auntie." Haider made her sat on the nearby sofa.

"Mahh.. rosh. She didn't came home its been two hours.... I've gone to the police they're not listening. Mujhe meri Mahrosh wapis la do beta."

Shabeena's voice break down and she was begging him to bring her daughter back. Haider was stunned to hear that Mahrosh is missing.....but he forgot that Mahrosh has gotten many enemies, not everyone is like Haider Talal who plays fair even in enmity.

...

She was praying for death and then she heard gunshots being fired. So death is coming. The hands stopped moving on her body like reptiles. She was trying to open her eyes, to welcome death with open arms. Afterall death is relieveing her from pain, Shame, self hatred.

"Ammu. Sehrish..... Papa...." Her voice broke down.

...

Haider who has tracked down her mobile's location and has reached in this abandoned farm house farway from the city's uproar. His guards has already took their places and did what he had ordered them killing anyone who comes in their way.

He was walking in the bloodshed, face devoid of any emotion. He saw dead bodies in his way, he didn't feel an ounce of bad for them. But his heart felt stabbed when he saw his love, laying on the bed with bruises on her exposed skin, her clothes were torn, his legs were faltering, still he walked towards her, wrapping the sheets around her, he took her unconscious figure in his arms and walked out of the hell.

Haider Talal has killed all of them, those monsters. He was feeling bad for giving them an easy death, he wanted to torcher them till their souls were deprived of every human emotion.

...

■ One year Later

• Dubai, UAE.

A

year has passed away after that horrible day. The day none of them wanted to remember, yet, they live the reality with their painful eyes.

She was looking on the wall or more like staring. Her eyes were empty. Her soul was empty. One incident has changed her.

The rooms door opened and then closed, she heard the sound but she didn't reacted at all. She knows him, he's scent, afterall he's the only one who didn't look at her with empathy. Who didn't make her feel like filth.

"Roshi." He sat beside her on the bed and started massaging her head. She felt relieved in his touch, her eyes were closed. She hugged him tightly inhaling his scent.

"Meri jaan get up Sehrish is waiting for us." He broke the Hug and made her stand up.

His arms are securely wrapped around her shoulder, giving her sense of security. She looked at him sideways and she thanked her lord, for giving her Haider Talal.

Mahrosh Yaman, the brave girl, her abduction was successful....the land mafia has caught her. They are going to räpe her and then kill her, if it hadn't been for Haider, she would have died a painful death.

She was lucky or her mother's prayer worked, that horrible day she was saved, they didn't get successful in their evil plan.

She averted her Gaze from Haider, when she saw Sehrish sitting in their lounge. She was looking alot mature, their mother, Shabeena's death has changed both of them. Especially Sehrish has been away for her mother for two years, she didn't attended her mother's funeral. She got to know that her mother had died after three months when Haider Talal brought her in Dubai.

Shabeena Yaman lost her life after seeing Mahrosh's condition. Living her daughters without nothing but pain. Mahrosh has became silent, only talks when its necessary. Sehrish on the other hand just work and work.

"Merhaba Mahrosh." Sehrish hugged her beloved sister tightly.

Haider was about to go, when Mahrosh held his hand tightly. He kissed her forehead and patted her head affectionately.

Leaving the room, he needed fresh air.

"Why are you doing this Roshi?" Sehrish's voice was calm but disappointment was clear in her voice.

"I don't want this child." Mahrosh head is bowing in shame.

"But why? Its yours and Haider Bahi's child. Mahrosh he loves you so much and you're trying to kill his child." Sehrish sat beside her holding her hands.

"I don't want this child Sehrish. This world is not a good place. I don't want to give birth to another Mahrosh." She couldn't restrained herself from crying anymore.

"I can still feel their hands touching me. Their eyes undressing me. Their filthy voices calling me with degrading names. They didn't raped me.....but i can't wipe away those dirty touch, filthy gazes from myself. I wash myself everyday, yet i stink with those dirty touch......i Don't want to give birth to a daughter and then watch her getting räped......i Don't want to give birth to a son who turns into a monster....." Her voice broke down and Sehrish couldn't control herself from crying too.

"Look at me Roshi. What happened to you, it was not your fault. It was not your fault. Don't punish yourself, Haider bahi and your unborn child for this. Try to understand...." Sehrish was holding Mahrosh's face in her hands.

"Why don't you hate me Sehrish. Because of me Ammu died....you couldn't even see her face. Hate me Sehrish."

Mahrosh was saying absurd things and Sehrish's patience gave up on her, she slapped Mahrosh very harshly.

"Stop crying. And listen to me. You are going to give birth to this child. If you didn't wanted to be a mother, then you shouldn't have taken any step which......Calm down Sehrish.... I'm going back to Florida. And next time i met you, you are going to happy and smiling. Forgot everything. Move on. I've lost ammu too but I'm trying to live, and You are going to do the same. After all we're twins and we do the same thing. Yes?"

Sehrish was trying to convince her like she's a child. In her childhood she used to console Mahrosh like this and now she's applying the same trick.

"Yes." Mahrosh nodded her head and Sehrish hugged her tightly. Her sister has gone through so much, she can feel her pain. But she couldn't share her pain with anyone. Because Sehrish Yaman knows how to hide her pain from the world unlike Mahrosh Yaman, who is an open book.

Haider saw both of the sisters hugging eachother, he smiled knowingly. He was an only child of Malik Talal Durrani and Zehra bano, after his parents death he went on wrong track. But Mahrosh Yaman changed him for good. Her love blossomed in his heart and made him leave all the illegal activities he was doing.

"Can i join this beautiful ladies too?"

"No." Mahrosh and Sehrish said in unison.

And they all laughed together, after a long tiring phase, they learn the art of smiling even in the darkest times of life.

...

Later that night, Mahrosh who was resting and trying to keep herself away from thinking anything bad. Her heart skipped a bit, when her eyes fall on Haider who just walked out of the bathroom.

Haider smiled when he saw her staring at him. And sat beside her on the bed. She wanted to say so many things but no words come out of her mouth, Except.

"I'm sorry." Her lashes fall down in embarrassment.

"For what?" He lay beside her, taking her in his arms.

"For everything i said before....you know."

"I don't know before what?" He teased her.

"You know Haider a girl can live without Love, but she couldn't live without respect and trust. And you've given me so much Respect, love, trust even though I don't deserve it."

"Shhh Roshi." Haider shushed her placing an index finger on her lips.

"I love you Mahnoor Yaman. And i want you to love yourself. Without you I'm nothing."

He hugged her tightly, in his arms she finds her home.

They have passed many phases of life, time heals everything, with love and care they will heal eachother.

“ In your light I learn how to love.

In your beauty, how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest

Where no-one sees you,

But sometimes I do,

And that sight becomes this art. ”

~Mawlana Rumi.

The End.

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Note: My heart goes out for every Mahrosh who didnt get the second chance in life. Let me know your thoughts in comments.