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"What do you mean?" She asked confused as she places her plate on the table, "If you mean you want those services-"

He clenches his hands, "Did they do something?"

"I wasn't fit enough for it". She said a little too loud then mumble, "Yet".

He releases a breath nodding, "I told you I am a friend of Zaheer so there is nothing I want from you. I did what he asked from me".

She nodded sighing, "My mother must be devastated".

"She loves you?"

"Don't all mothers?"

He nodded thoughtfully, "Yeah. They do love unconditionally. I don't think that's a good thing".

She tilts her head a little and he found this habit of hers adorable but he hides his smile, "Why?"

He shrugged, "Love never made sense to me".

"Not all love makes sense, if they do that won't be love".

"Have you been in love?"

"Yes". She said shortly as she looks in space, "I ruined it though".

He snickers, "Guess we are not the ones who can handle someone's love. It's a huge responsibility".

"Your idea of love is rather congested". She said thoughtfully and he turns to her interested in her next words, "Love isn't something that is hard and it is definitely not something that makes you feel heavy. Yes, it's a responsibility in a sense that we have to learn that it is not a one-person work, it's for two to make it work". She said softly, "And for a mother love- if she places conditions and restrictions on her love, it won't be considered love instead it will be a deal that she sealed".

"What's your mother like?"

"She is beautiful. She is my anchor, honestly. My father was never around so she had the role of both to play. She always did everything she could and taught me how to be strong. You know how it is when women, even married are left behind?" She asked and he nodded, "She had her fair share of problems. People mocked her every action and even when I was two years old and made a mistake of playing in the mud outside my house after a rain, she was blamed that my father wasn't around so she didn't teach me well".

"So?"

"That's the dark side of hers, I guess. Because she was mocked and scared, she reserved me. She told me that this was expected from me and not just expected- I had to do it or else she will punish me for it. I just grow in those four walls of our house and the only time I stepped out is to ruin my happiness".

"What do you mean?"

She shrugged, "I can leave tomorrow?"

"Why are you asking me that?"

"Aren't you my saviour?"

He smirks, "I guess. Did I become your master now? Can I command you around?"

She rolls her eyes standing from the couch, "Just try bossing me around and I will flip you off".

He laughs, "There she is". He pauses watching the confusion in her, guess he wasn't as memorable as she was to him, "I am not your master, saviour or anything at that. I did what I had to. You are not liable to me. And you are definitely not a liability to me. You can stay here as long as you want to heal yourself. I know the experiences you had are not easy to pass so if you need professional help, just let me know. Besides that, I am sure you are a capable woman who can decide her next step. You command and I will obey".

"So, I became your master? Do I get to command you around?" She said throwing his words at him and he chuckles

"You are the only one who gets to do that". He mumble lowly

"I want to meet my mother. I miss her and I miss her hug. I want to hug her". She said sadly, "I want her comfort and her warmth. I think I will be ok then".

"Do you believe your mother will be the same in every situation?"

"What does that mean?"

"Just saying. Some situations don't allow people to act in a good way. Sometimes they choose the easy way out or a way they always wanted to take. Sometimes, they can break our hearts too".

She should have listened to his words.

She walks out of his room because he said she can stay in and she didn't object to it. Though she had little to no sleep because of the horror and she craves her mother's touch. She was worried sick thinking maybe she should call her to let her know that she was fine now. Just so her mother could sleep peacefully for the night and not worry about her.

She sighs.

She was wearing one of his comfortable long hoodie that swallows her in it and some shorts which are also big for her.

Zaheer knocks on his house door at 8 AM and he was ready to throw something at him. He couldn't sleep all night because of his horror which was why he suggested her to get her horror treated. He wasn't courageous enough to walk in the hospital and being on his own, he doesn't have anyone to look after him much less care for his horrors.

"Why are you here?" He asked groaning because he doesn't want to see anyone's face

"You have something of mine". Zaheer said

His head snapped at his word in fury burning deep inside them, "Yours? There is nothing that belongs to you here".

"Woah Woah. Why are you being so defensive?".

He narrows his eyes at him as he snarled, "Get out".

"I am just here to see her. I wanted to make sure she was ok".

He laughs dryly, "You almost made me seem like a monster".

"You know I didn't mean that".

"You do seem to think that". He snapped, "She must be coming down. Don't run your mouth too much".

At the exact moment, he saw her delicate figure walking towards them with her eyes on the ground and deep in thoughts. She tripped and he almost leapt towards her when Zaheer move ahead but she handles herself gracefully.

His eyes narrowed at Zaheer, "You have a wife".

Zaheer looks at him for a moment in confusion and he saw his eyes glinting and an annoying smirk appearing on his lips, "Oh, I see".

"Don't". He warned dangerously

"Zaheer?" She asked looking between them confused

Zaheer turns to look at her and his eyes take in the hoodie she was wearing. He realised that this was the hoodie from one of the famous sportsmen that Tauheed demanded from him for saving his wife and he almost killed him when he threw it at him after getting it signed.

"Isn't this your favourite--". Zaheer started when he stepped on his feet causing him to wince and move away from her

He smiles satisfied.

"What do you want?" He demanded losing his patience

Zaheer rolls his eyes looking at her, "I just wanted to know if there is something that you need--".

"I can provide her with whatever she needs". He said

She narrows her eyes at his words, "I can provide for myself with whatever I need after recovering my bank card, of course".

"What happened to that?" Zaheer asked causing him to roll his eyes

"Um, I was kidnapped? Remember?" She asked smiling tightly

"Right. If you are done, the door is right behind you". He said waving him off

"Take my number from him once you recover your phone". Zaheer said walking away before he could snap at him again

"What do you have in mind for breakfast?" He asked walking towards the kitchen

"I-I-". She stuttered and he turns around looking at her, "I can't eat".

"Why?"

"I don't feel good. I feel nauseous at the thought of food". She said shrugging

"Do you want to visit a doctor?" He asked concerned taking a step forward cruising himself for not getting her checked last night

"No. No. I need to meet my mother. I can head to the doctor then". She assured him

He sighs, "Ok. Let's go then. Will your mother be home?"

"She is too old to be out".

She turns to look at him wearing a cap and mask as they stand on the street and in front of her house.

"Do you have to wear them?" She asked anxiously as she has to knock any moment now

"Yes. I don't want people to recognise me".

She made a face, "You are not that famous".

"As a matter of fact, I am".

"I think you are hiding from your debt collectors".

He pressed the bell before she could so she can stop wasting their time with this unnecessary argument. The door opened after a few moments and her mother gasped looking at her. She walks towards her mother who stepped back and she frowns because she wanted to embrace her.

"Mama?" She said confused

"You- why are you here?" Her mother asked shocked

"Mama, I was abducted. I was taken to a bad place. I can explain everything if you give me a chance-". She started as she moves her hand to place it on her mother's shoulder who pushed it away

"Explain? Abducted? You mean to tell me all this week you were with some men?" Her mother screamed

"What?" She asked taken back by her words, "I didn't--".

"No. You can't be here". Her mother said cutting her off

"I swear I didn't wanted it to happen. I was just doing our grocery when they--".

"I don't want to hear it".

"Please, I promise I will never disappoint you again".

"I said I don't want to hear you and I don't want you here".

Her heart clenched. She could feel everything ripping out of her hands like a sand in one hand.

"Mama, let me explain".

Maybe she knew no words will bring anything back to her. The fierce look and disgust in her mother's eyes was enough of a proof of what she was about to get. The pain courses through her to see her mother looking down at her. She was the only one she has lived for even after all the tragedies. She didn't stop her work, hustle and living just so she could provide for her old mother.

Why wasn't she giving her a chance?

"No. Your father was an honourable man even after his death. He shouldn't have this stigma on his man because of his daughter. First, you fell in love then you killed your husband. That is enough on his name he shouldn't have this on his name".

She feels the inside clenching at the words after words registered in her head.

"Mama, please". She pleaded as tears streamed down her face, "I am sorry. I am sorry. It was all my fault".

"No. No. Leave". Her mother said angrily, "Leave-".

The bell rings and her mother pushed her into the kitchen with him. She stands there thinking about how to persuade her mother to forgive her and to not do this to her when she heard the next words of her neighbour.

"Today is the third day of your daughter death so we thought we should bring you some food".

Her mother announced her death even when she was alive.

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This last part was literally something hard to write. I had an idea of how I was going to do it but I never thought it will get this hard :(