One of the worst feeling in this world is losing someone. It tears you apart and feeling of helplessness kills you inside. You feel it's the end of the world. Their voice,touch,smile which use to make you happy once was now the reason of your tears.

After her parents Jahan thought she will never feel like that again. She always prayed for her death before her brother's and she was sure Allah will do that.And there was no one else whose death will affect her much.

For the first time she was regretting bring Zeenat home. It's eight in the morning and Zeenat was nowhere to be found. Izaan and Kamran checked all the hospitals,her school, parks, hotels,in short each and every corner of the city but Zeenat was still missing.

They came back around one in the morning. They were planning to go to the police but Jahan stopped them. Going to police means it's a serious matter and Jahan was not ready to accept that. She was crying that's why Izaan agreed but he made her promise that they will​ go to the police in the moring.No one was able to sleep the whole night but boys slept around six in the morning.

Jahan was crying the whole night. Even now she was crying. She knows her friend needs her but she was not sure what to do. Regret was all that was left. She wished Zeenat would have agreed to come with them or they would have cancelled their trip. But now it was impossible to change anything.

Jahan was sitting on her the Sofa and her head was resting on the armrest. Kamran came out of the room and went to the kitchen. After drinking water he was planning to go back to the room and sleep again but his eyes fell was Jahan. Looking Jahan like that was making him feel bad. He hesitated for some time before he decided to talk to her.

He sat on the chair expecting Jahan to leave the room . Generally Jahan never sits alone with him in the same room so he was expecting she will stand up and Leave the room and then he was planning to start a conversation but Jahan did not move. Just like last night she was again ignoring him. He was waiting for her to say or do something but she was sitting as if he was invisible.

"Did you sleep last night?" Kamran asked.

Jahan decided to ignore again.

"Jahan?"kamran tried again after some time.

Jahan wiped a tear from her right cheek letting him know that she was not interested in talking to him.

"Jahan!" Kamran demanded attention.

"What?"

"Answer my question."

"No."

"Why?"

"My friend is missing."

"That does not mean you will torture yourself like that."

"I'm not torturing myself."

"I can see that."

"Breakfast?" Jahan changed the topic after sitting straight up.

Kamran stared her for few seconds before saying.

"Breakfast sounds good."

Jahan pointed at the kitchen,"That's the kitchen. We have eggs, Maggie,bread and many more things. Help yourself."

Kamran's eyes widened instantly.Jahan was always a sweet girl who loved to help people but Kamran never met this rude Jahan. He stood up and started walking towards the room with an intention of  sleeping again when Jahan said.

"Please make something for bhaijaan as well."

He raised his left eyebrow and turned to face her. She was not joking. Her face said she was hell serious. He left the room with his eyebrows high up. He entered the room and saw Izaan was sitting on his bed. His right thumb was resting on his lips indication that he was lost in deep thoughts.

"Bro I understand You are stressed but at least don't eat your nails! They have many germs."

Izaan looked at him with his left eyebrow up,"My hands are clean."

"But what about the area under your nail?"

"Kamran, at least look at the time before opening your mouth."

"What's wrong with humans of this house?'

"Sorry." Izaan said.

Kamran sat on the bed before saying,"Calm down. InshaAllah she will come back soon."

"What?"

Kamran rolled his eyes,"Yes I said InshaAllah. So?"

Izaan smiled before shaking his head,"let's have some breakfast."

Keeping his legs on the bed Kamran folded his hands,"No."

"Why?" Izaan asked frowning.

"Your sister very sweetly asked me if I wanted to have breakfast."

"So?"

"When I said yes she told me to help myself. I don't know how to cook."

"You don't even know how to boil water breakfast is out of question."

Kamran smiled,"It's impossible for me to learn cooking in this life. InshaAllah next life."

Kamran and Izaan started laughing. Where on one hand two friends were trying to distract themselves and cheer up each other, jahan was trying to stop crying. in spite of many efforts she could not stop crying.

She looked at the wall clock and wiped her tears. She stood up and started walking towards the kitchen when she heard some voice. She looked towards the door from where the voice was coming. She frowned thinking what was happening when suddenly someone opened the door. Jahan gasped before screaming,

"Bhaijaan!"

She took one step forward. Suddenly her heart started beating fast. She took one more step before asking,

"Zeenat,Where were you!?"

"First you tell me when did you come back? And what happened to your face?"

"Jahan,what happened?" Izaan asked coming out of his room. His eyes then fell on Zeenat,"Zeenat! Where the hell were you?"

"I'm confuse." Zeenat said.

"You are confuse?Great." Kamran said before rolling his eyes

"Zeenat tell us where were you? Why didn't you come home last night? What had happened?" Jahan questioned.

"We have never invaded in your privacy but now you need to answer us. We cannot live with this mystery any more. Where were you? Why was your phone switched​ off? Who are you?" Izaan asked.

"Do you have any idea how worried we all were. Jahan was crying continuous and Izaan and I looked in each and every corner of the city. People here love you girl.You cannot do this to them." Kamran said

Suddenly Zeenat's eyes started watering. It was a tough night for her and now when she thought​ she will have a peaceful day people started doubting and questioning her.

Jahan closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Let her breathe. Zeenat go and freshen up. First we will eat something and then discuss about this."

Izaan turned around and went to his room. Kamran after waiting for few seconds did the same. Jahan looked away before saying,"Go Zeenat. I don't want to talk to you now."

"I'm sorry Jahan. I didn't mean to worry you but situation forced me."

Jahan frowned but did not say anything. She wanted to know everything but she knows her friend needs some time to relax.

"We will talk about this after breakfast."

"Ok."

Jahan folded her hands and Zeenat made her way towards their room. Jahan then went to the kitchen. She looked around as if it was a foreign land and she had no knowledge about. The only reason Jahan cooks is because she didn't want her brother to starve. In the past they didn't have enough money to buy food for two people. Many times Izaan sacrificed his food for her. He use to tell her he ate with his friends but it was years later when she realised​ that he had no friends that time. She didn't want her brother to be hungry even for a minute now. But deep down she hates cooking. It is the most boring thing in the world according to her.

After staring into space for some more time she left the kitchen and went to her brother's room. She slowly opened the and saw her brother and his friend lying down on the bed.

"Who made the rule only Jahan will cook?"

Izaan frowned and sat straight up. Kamran knew what she was planning to say so he covered his face with a pillow.

"What happend?" Izaan asked.

"I hate cooking. I cannot stay in that kitchen anymore. So if you all want something to eat then help me or else no breakfast."

Kamran removed the pillow from his face and sat straight up. He looked at jahan and narrowed his eyes.

"Ok." Izaan said.

"Then come fast. I'm hungry."Jahan said before leaving the room.

"You never told me she is so dominating." Kamran asked.

"Shut up. She is stressed so just do whatever​ she says. Angry Jahan is not someone you would like to meet."

"I don't even want to meet​ this semi angry Jahan."

Izaan smiled before standing up,"Come let's go."

"Why? This is not even my house."

"Because you are starving."

"That a very good point."

Kamran stood up and they both went in the kitchen. Jahan was standing there with her hands on her hips.

"I don't know what to make?"Jahan panicked.

"Calm down. It's ok." Izaan said rubbing her hand.

"What will we eat then?" Jahan asked.

"I'm sure we will figure out what to eat." Kamran said.

"Ok." Jahan said.

"Good." Kamran said.

They were quiet for few seconds thinking about what to do next. There was an awkward silence in the room.

"What to cook!?" Jahan screamed suddenly.

"Alhumdulillah our ears are absolutely fine. NO NEED TO SHOUT!" Kamran exclaimed

"Chai roti?" Izaan said to divert their mind.

"What's​ that?" Kamran asked.

"Yeah. Chai roti." Jahan said shaking her head.

"Ok, I will make tea and you work on rotis." Izaan said.

"Ok."

"What should I do?" Kamran asked.

"Sit quietly and learn. Maybe then you won't  force your wife to stay in the kitchen the whole day!" Jahan exclaimed.

Kamran was going to reply but Izaan shook his head indicating him to stop. Kamran rolled his eyes and sat on a chair in the kitchen. Izaan kept the water to boil and took out tea and sugar from the cupboard. Once everything was in the water Izaan went to kamran and smiled.

"I'm sorry for her behaviour. She is really sad and disturbed."

"It's ok. It's not your fault. Actually it's not even her fault."

"Thanks for understanding."

"Go and start working again before she starts to shout. My ears cannot take it anymore. Have mercy."

They both started laughing and Jahan decided to ignore them. Soon their breakfasts as ready and they started eating. They were quietly eating without talking or looking at each other. After they were done Jahan and Zeenat washed the dishes but again did not talk to each other. Finally after thirty minutes everything was done and they all sat together in the living room.

"I guess it's story time." Kamran said.

Zeenat looked at Kamran before looking away.

"You can trust him." Izaan said.

Zeenat looked at Izaan for few seconds before nodding her head.

"So, should I start?"

"Yes, please." Jahan said.

"Ok." Zeenat paused for some time before asking," From where to start?"

"From the very beginning." Jahan said.

Zeenat was quiet for some time before she started. "I'm Zeenat Zarir pasha Khan. I'm from kashmir. My family is very conservative. Girls in my family are not allowed to leave our rooms without any reason. Kitchen and my room was the only place I was allowed to go without a mehram. We were not allowed to go in our living room. It was strictly for men. They always use to say Islam does not allow girls to come in font of men. I was not even allowed to play outside when I was Seven. I started hating islam when I saw my friends enjoying their lives. They all use to talk about how they went together for a movie or how much fun they had during group studies. But there is one more reason why I hate my family and islam. And that's​ my father. He got married to his cousin when I was ten. He didn't even inform my mother. He directly brought her home and said She was now his wife. My mother was a very good wife! She did everything to make him happy but still he was never happy! He said my mom never made him happy. What is that suppose to mean?" Zeenat stopped to wipe tears from her cheeks. "His second wife is the cruelest person on earth! She tortured my mom so much! My mother's parents had died few years back and she had no brothers which meant she had no where else to go. And then Soon they had a son. But he was very weak. My mom had a lot of knowledge about babies and those stuff so my mom use to take care of him while my father and his wife went out, enjoying their lives. But like I said he was very weak. My mom tried her best. She use to take really good care of him I still don't understand why but unfortunately he could not survive. Everyone blamed my mom. My father slapped my mom that day." Zeenat wiped her tears and paused for few seconds again,"That day I decided I will run away from that hell. I wanted my mom to come with me but she refused. She actually thought I was joking. Years passed and many things happened that made me hate my family more and more. So as soon as my mom died I left that place. Jahan don't you think even I deserve peace in my life? You think what I did was wrong?"