It's been long since I published. :"(
Things been hard.

Before starting this chapter please make sure to read "tales of love- part one, chapter 3.1" because the chapter will follow along. 

These days I am into bringing old chapters character back to life and Hamza was the best.  ❤

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"What was she thinking doing that?".

"What was so good that she did it?".

"Didn't she think about her children?".

"She had everything that people want, she must be out of her mind".

"Maybe she was not good enough".

Hadiya stepped out of her house and with each step she took she found that her existence was never going to be not questioned.

Sometimes she wonders why people have free time on their hands?. Why can't they be busy enough to not wonder and question other people lives?. And what right do they have to question it?.

If one has time, why not invest in things that can be valuable?.

She walks inside the bakery she spends her time working to provide for her life. It isn't easy being a divorcee woman out in public. Because people leap at you and scratch your life.

The eyes that follow her and people who come to her saying things such as she must be in desperate need to fulfil her desires so they can be of help in it.

Desires are the worse thing about human beings. Although everyone has desires of different things and some are harmful but having a harmful desire in one mind can be a test to see if they are capable enough to withstand it.

Desires are natural but the one who acts on the wrong desires is nothing short of a monster.

She has a desire to live.

Even when it's hard and at times she breaks down completely. Her only desire is to live.

She closes the bakery after she was done for the day walking down the street when she heard the sound behind her startling her as her heart starts to beat rapidly. She clenches her hands trying to stay sane because if she panics, this might end worse.

She starts taking longer stride towards the area where she might find public but before she could reach there, someone held her hand pushing her to the secluded alley.

As she fell on the ground a scream ripped through her mouth and she finds a man about her father age looking at her with nothing but his disgusting desires. The fact that his eyes didn't even hide what he was going to do only shows her how the monster is made.

One forbidden desire over another to the point they stop caring about the rights and wrong.

She looks at her arm to find it bleeding since this alley has a rough ground. She looks around to find some people as she was going to call for help, they all avoided her stare running off somewhere.

She feels her heartbreaking as the man forced himself over her while people pass through without doing anything. As the man tried to rip her clothes off she pushed him away and from the sudden action, he fell. She wasn't going to let anyone touch and take advantage of her.

She gathered her courage running and running through the streets without stopping for a moment to breathe. She couldn't even cry at her misery because people will only enjoy her weeping and blame her to place herself in that position.

She walked into a park and since there are still three hours before it closed down, she went for a stall. She walks at a normal pace however her shoulders were hunched, her hair was a mess and she stinks because of that dirty alley, her clothes were ripped and the blood was dried.

She felt like screaming but for some reasons she didn't find it in herself to even being able to do that perhaps because every time someone is in pain, we don't want to hear them out and instead ask them to deal with it.

Because every time someone is in pain we only show them the happiness that might come and ask them not to even express their sorrow when all they need is to be heard. Because we don't want to be burdened by their voices, we shut them down.

She stops when she finds a man sitting on the bench painting. She finds it fascinating when she stands at a distance watching him paint because all his painting scream was the unsaid pain and time.

She stands there for the longest time continuing to watch as the people pass by not watching the moment that she finds amazing.

"You have been standing there for a long time". She heard someone say as she shrieks at the sudden voice breaking her daydreaming, "I am sorry I didn't mean to startle you".

She opens her eyes looking at the man who was painting earlier now looking at her. She tilts her head looking at his face that for some reasons made her feels the sense of familiarity. Not the kind of familiarity when you know the other person, the kind where you don't know them but something between you is common that clicks.

His eyes were small and a light shade of brown that the lamp on the side throwing its light on him made his eyes stand out. His hair was a mess something similar to her and the way he looks at her shows that he must have been through a day, he wished he didn't have to.

"Isn't she the wife of Shah Nawaz?". She heard someone say as she feels herself stiffening

"Ex-wife. She asked for a divorce from an amazing rich man for no reason". Another one added

"Oh right!. She left her children too". And that way they assassinated her character for their two minutes of gossips

She turns around to leave when she finds the man standing right in front of her blocking her way and she stumbles falling on the ground hissing in pain.

"You are easy to startle". He commented softly as he waits for her to stand back on her feet, "They are labelling you".

She shrugged, "I am used to it".

"Would you mind sitting on the bench with me while I complete my painting?". He asked politely

She looks at him hesitating because she just escapes a man who was after her, not to end with another for the same reasons.

"Here". He said handing her his identification card, "If I do something, you can sue me with this".

Hamza Khizar- that was his name that she came to know from his ID.

She holds his card walking with him towards the bench sitting on it and he sits at a good distance painting while she watches it from close.

"You shouldn't be". He said after a long time and he turns to her finding the confusion lingering on her small face, "You shouldn't need to be used to anyone labelling you".

"Isn't woman worth only by a man?". She asked looking at the painting not being able to take her eyes off

"That is what people want it to be like". He said softly, "Do you not know that the woman in our religion wasn't just called by the men they were with but their bravery, sacrifice and more".

"I only know who they married and what they did in it". She said shrugging

He shakes his head, "That's because people associate success of a woman only when she is with a man. A woman achieving on her own is looked down on and is considered to be a rogue".

"What is a woman without a man?". She asked curiously

"A pure gold". He stated smiling lightly, "Gold can be moulded in many forms and still looks beautiful in any way they are. But if a person who doesn't like gold in the first place looks at it, they will only find faults in it no matter what form they are made in".

She nodded looking at his painting as he was nearly finished, she felt the stabbing in her heart looking at the painting and that all it takes for her to break down.

She started weeping silently at first as he turns to look at her so she wipes her tears away embarrassed, "I-I am sorry your painting just made me--".

"You don't have to be sorry just because you want to cry". He said softly as he turns back to paint and she started crying harder

She cried for the sorrow she hides from the world and continues to cry for the longest time.

"How long has it been since you cried?". He asked placing his brush down waiting for the paint to dry off

"Long enough". She said sighing because she doesn't remember when she had time to cry and when people allowed her to do that

"I am sorry". He said making her frown as she looks at him, "I am sorry that people made it so hard for you to not being able to cry as you like".

She chuckles dryly, "Why would you take responsibility of other people?".

"Maybe I shouldn't. But then did I ever voice out that it's ok for you to cry?". He said sighing, "It's not just about not doing the wrong, it's also about not doing the right".

She took a deep breath wiping her tears, "Please don't do that".

"Do what?". He asked confused

"Don't give me a motivational message to give me hopes. I don't like hopes, they kill you". She said shaking her head as she stands from her seat, "I need to go".

"Wait". He called out before she could run away

He moves towards her forwarding his jacket and hat to her.

"Please take these and I am sorry if I stepped over the line". He said softly

She nodded taking the things running back to her house. As she entered inside she felt a sharp pain registering to her cheek which she didn't realise until a moment later that she was slapped.

She looks at her older brother glaring at her harshly.

"What do you think you were doing out so late?". Her older brother said angrily

She looks behind him to find his wife smirking at her and she feels her insides burning as she looks at the rest of her family simply looking at the scene not even caring about her.

"I was at work". She said lowly

Her brother grabbed her hair making her scream in pain as she tries to fight off his grip.

"You think I am stupid to not know what kind of woman stays out this late and what they do?". Her older brother screamed at her face pushing her to the side as her head hit the table blacking everything

She opens her eyes the next time to find herself still on the ground with her mother crying beside her. She pushes her mother hands away from her standing from the ground feeling her entire body protesting against it as she drags her body to the storage room she was given at her house because her brother's children needed a bigger room.

She looks at herself in the mirror to find the blue bruises over her face making her wince when she touches it.

"You should have thought about me when you were getting a divorce". Her younger sister said bragging in, "Because of you no one wants to marry me".

She feels her heart-clenching, "Do you realise what I have been through?".

She turns to look at her sister's eyes as she feels the need inside of her to fight them off.

"You shouldn't speak about things you never been through and never give your advice on someone's pain you have no idea about". She said as her hands turn to a fist

Her sister throws the clothes that were on the bed to her face.

"You act like you didn't do anything wrong. What is my fault that I have to be looked down on because my sister is a divorcee?". Her sister screamed

She felt helpless against her family standing and cursing at her. She shakes her head returning to change and cry herself to sleep without realising that the next day was only bringing her closer to the storm.

She prepares herself for the day because missing out on her work will do her no good. If her salary is less, her brother will kill her. He always takes the earning from her. She exits to find her second oldest brother walking past her without sparing her a glance and she is pretty much invisible to him.

She finds her father reading the newspaper as he looks at her giving her a silent glare while he continues to read his paper.

She sighs.

As she was about to leave for her was when the bomb was dropped at her with her luggage being thrown at her.

Her older brother looks at her, "Go and live in some orphanage or a place for a woman and don't ever step in our pure house again".

That is when the hell broke.