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I was no doubt taken aback by dada jaan's sudden disclosure and so was Miss Hasan I guess. Her face was horror stricken. Her expression showed that she was still trying to comprehend the situation. Her eyes were wide and mouth agape. Now it was dawning me why dada jaan brought her to phuppo's room? Why he allowed her to go through the letter phuppo wrote before escaping?

Oh, my Allah!!!

I can't believe I took this long to understand the all strange thing happening around.

Maybe it was because I never thought Miss Hasan by any means will be my long lost cousin.

I looked at dada jaan. He was still holding her hand and looking at her with so much hope. Hope that she will forgive her.

"What?!!! Why are you asking forgiveness from me? Are you practicing before you do it in front of your real granddaughter? " I guess she still couldn't comprehend that an old and intimidating man in front of her was serious enough to do practice.

" No, I'm not practicing. You are my Haya's daughter."He said calmly hiding a huge storm of grief and loneliness inside him.

I was totally ignored and thought to remind them by some fake cough but stayed silent waiting for what next to come impatiently.

I looked at miss Hasan for some reaction on dada jaan's disclosure this time clear enough to make a nursery students understand but I guess that the case here is different since there isn't any child with mind blank as slate to engraved it with whatever they were told. There stood a grown up girl with complicated mind which has already so many engraved things.

As a reaction on what dada jaan said she stood abruptly freeing her hand from dada jaan's grip.

"You are highly mistaken sir. I'm not what you are thinking me to be."She said moving away from him towards the door.

Dada jaan was also stood and I followed him.

"I'm certainly not mistaken. If you have doubt you can ask Hasan Farooqui."

I heard dada jaan.

Hasan Farooki?!!

Why I feel like I have heard this name before.

Oh, shut up I need to concentrate here istead of pondering over some old acquaintance whose name might be..... Ah... Yeah, it's.. Hasan Farooqui.

I looked at Miss Hasan who turned on her heels instantly listening what dada jaan said.

She looked at dada jaan for a while.

"How do you know my father?" She asked scrutinizing her gaze on dada jaan.

Her father?!!

Phuppo married after she escaped?

But as much as I know she wasn't divorced to remarry.

Why all this have to be so complicated!!!

I've never been so silent this long without even raising a single question when there was literally pile of questions my tongue was itching to ask.

Strange!!!

"I know him because I'm not mistaken as you said. I'm sorry that you no nothing about your past. I thought you must have been enlighten at least about your real mother's name. If I would knew you were totally kept on dark I wouldn't have revealed the truth this way. I would have included your foster parents. "Dada jaan said as calmly as he can and sighed. Which wasn't the sigh of relief. It was a sigh due to a heavy pain bearing heart that I guessed from the painful expressions of his face.

Oh so he was Miss Hasan's foster father.

Miss Hasan walked towards dada jaan. She searched his face for good one minute.

"Can I borrow a phone, I need to call my father." Dada jaan looked at her with a worried expression. Looking at dada jaan she continued with calm expression.

"Don't worry I will not complain about anything you did to me..... I mean the kidnapping."

Dada for the first time in this whole situation looked at me and I knew what he wanted. So I took out my phone, unlocked it and handed it to Miss Hasan.

She took and dialled a number. I thought she will be talking to him privately but she stayed in front of dada jaan rooted.

Maybe her call was answered as I heard her saying.

"Assalam o Alaikum baba."

She was listening intently to her father's side of conversation which was a big question mark to us, I mean to me and dada jaan.

"Baba, I will tell you everything later. Now I just wanted to ask you a question." I heard her what seemed like an hour after.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Again there was a long pause.

Her foster father must be very talkative I guess.

"Baba, am... am I your own daughter?" I saw her shivering a little when she finally asked this question. Maybe she was dreading from the answer.

I don't know what her father said but it must not be the answer of her question because I saw her features being tensed.

" Baba, I need the damn answer." This time she wasn't looking like the soft spoken girl. She looked like as if she was consumed by fear, anger and confusion, as if she wanted to be out as fast as possible from what she was feeling.

"Baba, please tell me the truth. I need it now as much as I need oxygen for living."She said this time begging.

And next thing I saw my phone kissing the ground and crying over it's fate.

She followed the phone and slumped down on the ground.

Suddenly she was looking pale.

Oh, my Allah!!!

Is she okay?

What her foster father told her?

When I looked her I instantly I forgot about my phone. It was her well being which concerned me more.

Strange!!!

I saw dada jaan hurried there and kneeled down beside her worriedly.

"No.......... This can't be. My whole life can't be a lie." She was under some daze.

I felt something being twisted in my heart causing a pain.

Why was her pain effecting me?

Perhaps she is my long lost cousin, my dear phuppo's only daughter.

Yeah, that's why!!!

"No.... My life can't be lie." She shrieked hysterically scratching her hijab.

Dada jaan was looking as clueless as me as on how to console her.

He looked at me as if asking for help.

Before I can do anything I heard her heart breaking scream again and a second later she collapsed on the floor.

Some servent were outside the door maybe they came after hearing her screams.

I asked on of them to bring water and kneeled down and checked her pulse. Her pulse was slow. My heart beat quickened for some unknown reason. I was afraid.

Dada jaan was paled as well.

"Dada jaan for Allah sake, please be strong and ask Anwar to take out my car. He has the key." I said composing myself and took the water one of the servant brought.

Dada jaan nodded.

I sprinkled some water on her face but she didn't flinch.

Oh, Allah please don't let anything happen to her. Dada jaan will be devastated if anything..... Astagfirullah(I seek forgiveness from Allah).

"What happened to her Haroon? Why she is not waking up? I shouldn't have told this to her. I've been selfish. She was happy in her life." Dada jaan was panicked seeing Miss Hasan laying unconsciously.

"Dada jaan, I think we should take her to the hospital as fast as possible." He nodded. I picked her up in my arm in bridal style and moved towards the door not before picking my phone which was fine except some scratches here and there.

Dada jaan was already there standing whilst holding the car's backside door opening. I put her there and dada jaan got inside with her holding her to prevent her from falling.

I closed the door and moved towards the driving seat taking my key from Anwar who was holding it for me.

Before I can sit I heard Amma calling me.

"Haroon, where is she? How is she? Does she look like Haya? And where are you going?" She popped her questions as soon as she saw me.

"Amma, relax. She is not well and we are taking her to hospital. I'm in hurry."I gave her information as much as I thought necessary.

"Amma, if you want to come, you can tell your driver to follow me to the hospital." I said before driving away.

I reached hospital soon enough because of the rush driving.

Dada jaan this whole time was reading some dua's and blowing on her.

He was looking so helpless unlike his usual self.

We admitted her. She was taken in emergency.

A while after I saw Amma almost running towards me. She didn't bother to greet dada jaan.

"Haroon, what happened to her?" She asked me controlling her ragged breathing.

"Amma, doctor hasn't informed us. He will come in a while."I said looking at my phone which was ringing for a while.

It was unknown number. I excused myself and went outside to take the call . Who knows it might be important.

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