I didn't get to ask this in my super worried week.

How have you all been?.

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She stops at the sound of his voice turning to watch him falling on his knees, "I can't lose any more people dear to me. Please, don't do this. I promise I will save you. I promise I won't fail this time".

She frowns looking at him crying as the rain starts to pour on them and she gets down from the wall walking towards him sitting in front of him.

"I lost my mother". He cried as his voice was hoarse," My father always abused her but I never understood anything until I was 7. I told her to run away and leave but she never did any of that. She would always just smile at me and tell me to not be like my father".

He pauses stumbling back, "That night I was in my room when I heard my father screaming at my mother. I thought it will stop in some time but when it didn't I walked out of my room to look at what was happening. The moment I stepped downstairs I saw my father banging my mother head on the wall so hard that the blood started gushing out of her head immediately. I screamed trying to help her but my father locked me in my room. I continued to scream at him asking him to open the door but he didn't do that until he took care of my mother body".

"What did he do?". She asked scared to know herself

"He threw her away somewhere by ordering his guards. He never told me what he did until one day he came home drunk and started telling me. I remember I was angry that the place I thought my mother body was all this time, it was just a empty grave". He shouted angrily

She cried looking at him, "She couldn't run away. As you said it's the ability to run away that's taken and we all know that the world outside isn't sunshine and rainbow. It's even harsher and harder for a woman especially the one on run for her life".

"What are you two doing?". They heard Waqas voice as they turn to him

After about an hour she sits curled in a warm blanket after changing into one of his other hoodie sitting on the coach along with Waqas and Zaheer.

"That bastard did all that?". Waqas asked angrily, "I have a plan. How about we throw his car against a truck?. Or we can blow his car?. Even better we can ask our men to kill him?. Or we can kidnap him and kill him slowly--".

She giggles at his threat list drinking her coffee when she found both of them looking at her.

"Are you laughing at my master plans?". Waqas asked blankly

She purses her lips hiding her smile, "No. Not on your plans".

"Then?". Waqas asked

"I read in a book that your friend threat people when you are in pain. You look similar". She said grinning

"Who said I am your friend?". Waqas asked monotonously

She tilts her head looking at him innocently, "I am not?".

Waqas looks at her eyes shining looking at him making him sigh when he heard snickering from Zaheer.

"Ok. Now I know why you did all that?". Waqas said shaking his head looking back at her, "Yes! I am your friend. Now I am a friend of two loners. My life is going to be just amazing".

"I am not loner". Zaheer said, "Get out of my house".

"I am not leaving two children without supervision". Waqas said smirking, "I will ask my guard to bring my stuff here".

"My father came in". Zaheer said clenching his hand

Waqas eyes widen, "What in the world is he doing here after all these years?".

"Maybe he has some of his colleague daughter he wants to sell me off to". Zaheer said shrugging

"Your father will sell you like mine?". She asked shocked and worried, "You can't let him do that. It's very bad".

"Wait! Your parents sold you off?". They both asked

She nodded meekly nodding her head, "My father was a poor farmer so when my husband came for some development program he saw me and gave my father money for me. I found about it when I came back after running away".

He banged his hand on the side table making her shriek as tears brimmed her eyes from the fear. He immediately looks at him guilty for losing his patience again.

"Sorry". He said softly

"Sorry?". Waqas asked wide eyes, "Did he just say sorry?".

She nodded smiling, "That's the second time. Why?".

"Don't tell him that". Zaheer said hurriedly

"Oh, is that right?". Waqas asked smirking making him shrink back in his couch looking anywhere but at him, "It starts to get more interesting. I am not leaving this house until the end now".

"This is not your house. Get out". Zaheer said narrowing his eyes

"Do you want me to leave, sweetheart?". Waqas asked looking at her

"Don't call her that". Zaheer shouted making her eyes widen, "Don't you dare call her that again".

"Why are you getting angry at me?. I can call her whatever I want. Do you have a problem with it?". Waqas asked looking back at her

Before she could speak he did, "Say yes".

"Don't listen to him".

"Get out of my house right now".

"I don't follow your orders".

"Um, you can--". She started

"This is my house you have to do as I say".

"Not if I take her permission".

"I am just going to go". She said watching them bickering back and forth while she runs to her room

"Why did you come here?". He asked once she was away

"Your plan works". Waqas said handing him the files, "The project is ours and he is doomed".

"What about Tauheed?". He asked looking through the documents

"He just wanted to bring him down so he is satisfied with that". Waqas said shrugging, "He is a strange man. Though he has several crimes on his name I never saw any relating a woman".

"His mother". He said calmly, "It is because his mother died a painful death".

"Like yours". Waqas commented regretting when his face turned stone, "What will you do about your father?".

"Do I have to do anything?". He asked not interested, "He will flap his broken wings for a moment and then die out".

"How are you sure?". Waqas asked blankly

"The age he is in he wants to appear intimidating and wants the same old sick sense of his power and authority back but now that he saw that I am not the small boy he can control he is losing his mind". He explained sighing, "I am worried about him doing something to her. I don't want to add in her miseries especially not because of me".

Waqas smiles slightly, "It looks good on you".

"What?".

"Pink". Waqas paused grinning, "Pink looks good on you".

"What is that?". He asked frowning

Waqas shrugged heading to his directed room in the middle of both their room thinking about his friend change of heart.

Pink is the softest pure colour to represent the purity of love.

The next day she was awake early as she stands in front of the mirror looking at herself to find a broken girl looking back at her questioning her choices in her life. She had never done anything for herself and whenever she tried she was thrown in guilt for it.

She had hurt her body that was a gift of Lord to be protected. She wonders if people realise that what they do to themselves will be questioned in the end. But she finds herself in the never-ending circle of self-loathing and low self-esteem. She is not confident about herself in not just one way but every single way.

It is hard to find herself when she was given away at the time she should have been finding her path. She didn't study and she doesn't know anything besides the house chores.

She walks outside absent-minded bumping into someone as she shrieks moving back immediately.

"You need to stop meeting me this way". She heard his gentle voice as she turns to looks at him guilty, "Why do you look like that?".

"If I don't go back to him then what will I be?".

"Everything that you want to be and everything you were taken away from".

"I will be a burden to you".

"Why do you think you are a burden?".

"I don't have an education. I don't know anything besides housework".

He leans back on the wall crossing his arms over his chest, "And that is a bad thing?".

"Isn't it?".

He shakes his head," Knowing anything in your life is worth it. Everyone has their own choices and way to life. If you know house chores then be proud of knowing them. Nothing is degrading to know your way in your house. I have zero knowledge in that department should I be ashamed of it?".

She shakes her head then he spoke again, "Exactly! If I don't have to be ashamed of not knowing you don't have to be ashamed of knowing. Even a little thing, a step or a jump in life counts. Just make your way forward and don't look back".

"Have you?".

"I, what?".

"Did you leave your past where it belongs?". She asked making his words dies down, "You should. Your mother made her choices as you said and she did what she thought was best. You can't blame her and you can't blame yourself to not being able to protect her because that was the age parents protect their children not the other way around".

"Only if it was that easy".

"If it was easy it wouldn't be temporary life".

"You always speaks about death".

"As we should". She said softly, "It's because we stopped talking about death and made it a taboo to talk about is the reason why people have stopped taking it seriously and considering their actions before they do them".

"I will think about it".

She nodded smiling and he felt his heart beating loudly as he tries to act cool from the outside without showing any expression whereas from the inside he was losing his sanity, again.

"Just remember to not place your worth in people because you will forever be disappointed and discouraged". He said running away from her before he suffers a heart attack

"You are talking a lot lately". Waqas said as he met him near the stairs, "I wonder what the reason is".

He sends a glare at him without saying another word as he descended downstairs towards the kitchen where his house worker made their breakfast. He had never had much food because he never considered it as important as his work.

However, the few meals he shared with her here and there he realised it was rather heartwarming. He never had anyone to eat with and she always eats patiently taking her sweet time. He remembers the first time they ate together when he was done and she looks embarrassed to not have finished for another hour. He shakes his head with a smile as he sits on his place and watches her sitting on his right side.

He waits for her to starts eating now and he eats just as slow for her to not be embarrassed. It is far too easy for her to be embarrassed by anything she does and he knows it's the effect of living in condition no human should live in. He hates the fact that he can't kill that man but killing him is easy, he needs him to suffer and feel the feeling of losing things he thought made him great.

Just like his father.

His father created wealth and power that he stood on thinking he had become a man superior to everyone else even his family. After Zaheer got at the age of being able to leave his father, that's the first thing he did. He found that his father loved his wealth and then to control him. So, naturally, he took both of them away from his father.

Now his father looks broken from the loss of everything including his health which made him throw fits and tantrums around but he never cared enough, not when his father didn't even care about killing his mother.

He is still waiting for the moment to be strong enough to throw his father in jail for his mother died but he can't seem to do that just yet. Somewhere inside of him- his father does have control over his thinking because living with him in such young age of manipulation it was hard not to have some of the effects follow behind him.

Such as he looks at wealth a way to secure himself from this world and to be able to survive in it. He turns to look at her wondering if his wealth does hold any value or was it him just trying to distract himself?.

Because the time he spent making that wealth all seem a waste to him now. He would rather come home early and watch her do weird things then spend hours behind the door of his office doing work that will never end and give him no satisfaction.

Why does he have to live a life when he finds no pleasure in it?.

He becomes like his father to control the things around as he had been working in a similar way to never involve in unnecessary circumstances that can shake his mind, heart or existence. He had worked in a way to have great control over himself and things around him.

Until she came along bumping into him and now he is standing in the middle of the stick trying to balance it. Going back to his non-stop working life and spending time with her is the dilemma he spends hours in.

"Are you going to eat your breakfast today or should I wait until tomorrow?". Waqas asked making him release a grunt of disappointment as he moves his eyes away from her to his friend

"Get lost". He said irritated as he continued to eat his food

After they were done with their breakfast he wears his coat stopping when he heard her giggle at something Waqas said making his eyes narrow at Waqas frank behaviour towards her in a day when he wasn't even able to form a complete sentence a few days ago.

"I am not your competition. Relax". Waqas said smirking when he saw how pissed he looked

"Why don't you give her your card to shop?. She has been wearing all your clothes". Waqas said looking at her wearing another one of his sweater and trouser

Waqas knows for sure that he hated sharing anything that belongs to him. How come he changed this fast?.

"She can't go outside in public. It's dangerous". He said taking his car keys

"Then let her buy online". Waqas suggested

"She declined". He said shrugging

Waqas looked at her then back at him, "Then go buy her some clothes. It shouldn't be that hard to guess her size. It's better than having her wear your clothes all day".

"Why are you so interested in her clothes?". He asked glaring at him

"Just buy her some clothes or get your secretary to do that". Waqas said sighing walking out of the house

She shakes her head watching them leave because she never thought anyone would live after bickering with him but Waqas seems to be doing fine.

She went back inside the house after spending the next few hours doing everything she possibly could but getting bored in the end. She waits for his call on his house number as he always calls her at least five times a day.

The moment the phone starts to rings she runs towards it answering it on the second ring.

"Are you running?". He asked chuckling as he imagines her running through the house, "Why do you have to run?. I wasn't going to stop calling until you answered".

"I didn't want you to waste your time in waiting". She lied because she just wanted to hear his voice

"I know when my time is valuable and I wouldn't spend it on anything that isn't worth it". He stated not liking that she devalues herself to no end, "Why don't you start learning about a woman in our religion and their rights?".

"How do I do that?. Listen to people online?". She asked confused

"Everyone will give their own opinions". He pauses, "Learn it on your own. Learn it through reading the meaning from the translation of the book. It's in my room and on my desk".

She nodded after talking a little more she went to his room looking for the book as she sits on his bed and starts to read it until her eyes fell heavy and she slept.

She looks around to the beautiful mansion in front of her. This was the house she always had the dreams about in the past. Somehow she fell in love with the beauty and the warm aura that comes from it.

She heard the sound of crying and whimpering from somewhere as she navigates her way to it. As she moves towards the sound she found her breathing getting heavy and the worry building inside of her as she tries to reach to whatever that needs her help on time.

As she reaches the garden decorated with care as the details of it shows the way the person must have placed their thoughts and hard work in it. She heard the crying sound getting clear she found the cage where the wounded bird was caged in.

She runs towards the bird trying her best to open the cage but no matter how hard she tries she didn't manage to do so and the bird continued to cry. She started to cry along with it wanting to save the bird but not being able to be of any help to him.

She banged her hand crying on the cage wanting to free the bird who is meant to fly and not to be caged against it will but the people cruelty never seems to end. They torture the one that cannot speak to them be it an animal or a human.

"What are you doing?". She heard a deep soft voice asking as she turns to look at him but the bright sun didn't let her see his face, "Why are you crying?".

"The bird". She said looking at the cage, "I cannot open the cage. I want it to be free. Help me, please".

"Look at it closely". He said bending down behind her, "Are you hand opening it cage or are you the one who is locking it?".

She frowns at his words as she found her hand on the lock not to break it rather she was the one who was holding the door to cage the bird.

"You want to free the bird but you are scared of freeing it at the same time. Even though the bird is wounded, for now, all he wants is his freedom to be able to live again. He knows his wounds will help in time but if he doesn't fight with his wound for freedom now, he will never have it again. Maybe if he gets better which no one knows when he might get used to being caged and never fought again. Free yourself from the never-ending circle of pain. There are only a few moments where you can free yourself and if you don't do it in those moments you might never do it again".

He walks inside his house when she didn't answer his calls after the first one and didn't answer the door when the guards ring the bell. His heartfelt uneasy and he didn't want his guard to walk inside his house because he didn't want any of them to look at her especially in his clothes. He runs out of his office at record speed reaching his mansion as he runs inside it calling her name.

He looks around the mansion not finding her anywhere when he found his room door opened. He went inside feeling his breathing coming back to normal and his heart starting to calm down when he finds her sleeping in his bed peacefully.

He moves closer to her looking at her beautiful face now healed from the bruises and all the mark now are cleared which brings him some sense of peace because watching her swollen face made his heart hurt every minute. At least, the wound from the outside was healed and he prays the inside wounds stops bleeding at very least. He cannot say that the inner wounds will heal completely because his wounds were still bleeding the same but he wishes that she finds some joy that stops her bleeding wound and masks it up.

He sits there waiting for her to be awake until he saw her moving around for a moment groaning as she opens her eyes blinking a couple of time which he finds endearing.

"Ap?". She asked in her sweet soft voice which he seems to find lovely lately (you)

"Ab apne ghar mai na aao?". (Now I shouldn't come in my house)

"Nahi nahi. Mera yeh matlab nahi tha agar ap nahi ayein gay toh kia mai aao gi!?". (No no. I didn't mean it like that if you won't come to your house then will I come instead!?)

"Mujhe toh koi masla nahi ap k anay se". (I don't have any issue with you coming to my house)

"Woh kyun?". (Why is that)

"Ap k anay se yeh ghar aur haseen ho jata hai". (With you in this house, it become more beautiful)

"Yeh ajeeb se batein pehle bhi karty the ya abhi abhi shok howa?". (Do you use to talk nonsense before or is this your new hobby)

"Mai bhi yahi sochta hoon aj kal". (I think about this these days)

"Kia?". (About what)

"K ap ka anay se yeh poori kaiynat ittni alag kyun lagna shoro ho gayi hai". (That with your presence why this world seem different)

"Mai ittni bhi ajeeb nahi hoon". She said offended then she added in a whisper, "Ap se toh kum he hoon". (I am not that weird) (at least I am not as weird as you)

But at that moment with nothing but the two of them in his room, his bed and his mansion she realised what the girl in her novel was looking for.

The thing she was missing from her life was the sense of respect, dignity and peace.

In that moment when her eyes meet his eyes as he laughs at her world and that laugh so rich that made her heart flutter she realise what she was missing from her own life.

Love and care.

And she found them both in that rare simple moment of them

But the world doesn't want the peace of human to stay and love of their to prevail. They forgot they had the battle to fight for a moment but they realised it too soon.

They heard the bell ringing and they walk downstairs thinking its Waqas but when the door opened they both had their heart taken away from them only to be shattered.

"What are you doing here?". He asked looking at her husband with his father entering inside his mansion as if they own it

"I am here to take what's mine". Her husband said looking at her making her whole body go into a panic as she hides behind Zaheer

"She is not leaving". Zaheer said angrily

"Don't come in between the couple". His father said intriguing him further

He placed two and two together and realised that his father was the one to tell her husband about her whereabouts.

His whole stance went back to his rigid hard self, "I will deal with you later".

He knows he is now ready to fight the battle he was avoiding all along.

"For now I will deal with you". He said looking at her husband," She is not a thing that you can own".

"Am I wrong, sweetheart?". Her husband asked making her heart clench, "Do you want me to end him for you to leave with me?. You don't want that do you?".

Her heart leaps out of her chest at the thought of him dying because of her. She barely managed to take it when he joked about his death and to have him killed because of him was not something she wanted.

"Don't leave". He said and his voice sounded pleaded

She moves away from his side looking at her husband as she starts to take steps towards him feeling the suffocation coating her whole body.

"You can fight him with me. I will help you. I promised". He said hoping to stop her in any way possible

"I will show you what happens when a wife runs away from her husband". Her husband said with a sickening smile on his face

Zaheer closes his eyes as she almost reaches the man who might just kill her this time for real. Maybe not physically but he knows if she went with him today, she will never be the same.

"He killed your child". Zaheer said hurriedly watching her steps halting

Her eyes widen as she looks at him, "What?".

"Because of what he did to you that night". Zaheer said barely managing to say the words as his own heart bleeds, "He killed your unborn child".

That was the exact moment she knows this is the moment that if she doesn't fight for her freedom she will be caged forever.

And she slapped her husband for the first time.

Pink might be the softest colour but it can turn to adapt to any colour when it mixed together to be the best form of it.

Perhaps his black colour mixed with her white made something no one imagined.

She looks straight at him with a similar look as his own,"Fight with me".

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Did you just see what I see?.

My babies are all grown up. I can't-

Someone stop them already.

Next is the last chapter :(