Getting back to the discussion within the students, it was the thing that should have been planned months ago. Revolution comes itself, not only it's created but also it won't be destroyed. One event would rule, that could change the life of certain people that might change the whole history. Would Haleema, Haleem and Mamun would meet their battles for the last time or would it change for the better way of how it would have been evolved.

Mamun and Haleem sat at the center of the sofa. Other students were sitting and standing on and beside the sofa. Some even were sitting on the floor due to its small size as it was a wooden couch. The roar of talks do set upon something that would change forever.

"Well students,

I was watching that most people have been discriminated, shattered, massacred and parted through other countries. This death of a common man, whilst not known to us, but his death have become the most integral part of our lives. There are certain issues to rush into its worth. This bloody army in charge just chased us just to teach the language and also to create religion among it, which is not a solution to not only us, but also for the whole of foreign affairs!

We, ever human beings must petition towards the Bengali Language such as the death of Sattar, Mehrab and many others will make the change towards the History of Pakistan and there will be a different country with a name that would symbolize our dignity and blood among the grass and roses!"

Everyone, even the former Pakistani army officer like Aameer chanted positively with Mamun's speech, which might change the future. In Jawad's vision, hopefully, it would change a sequence of the lifetime. Mamun looked at the clock that was ticking at twelve o clock. Hence, the students got into the walls of the university and wrote 'WE WANT BANGLA AS OUR LAND (RASTHROBHASHA BANGLA CHAI)'. When some of the officers saw it, they were about to get beaten, which in reverse, they got to beat the officers, as well as the army. The curfew was so severe that Mamun, Haleem along with the students were marching uproar with in the empty road. Along with the similar protest board written with the same tagline.

Some of the police gave a barricade plus aimed to shoot them. In the middle of the crowded protest, Mamun was about to walk into the forest.

"Where are you going?!" screamed Haleem loud.

"I smell a rat, come with me, brother!" answered Mamun deeply but sounded.

They crept into the side of the woods over the highway. It was not deep as the last time, Mamun went through as Jawad, whilst, it was shallow. The winter do have some sense of cool breeze but, also dryly hot in some circumstances. In the middle of it, some of the dry stems and thorns were scattered behind the front of the shallow puddle, surrounded at Haleem and Mamun. It was a bit of a dark, foggy winter similar to the English Winter.

A lady was coming out from a tree, which shocked Haleem, while Mamun pretended to be surprised, though predictable but another exclamatory sign was the presence of the familiar man. Salam and Shotto were hiding during the time of the protest.

"Salam and Shotto, where were you during the protest?" asked the naïve Haleem.

But Mamun kept him some silence.

"Well...well...well, Mr. Haleem, by now you should have been known about what your brother did! Or is it?"

Mamun was quite silenced because as Jawad, he knew something about the original timeline that would be altering on its equation.

"I am not surprised! I have been suspecting you doing that since the beginning! As there were a lot of students, as accordingly to the western culture, there are certain 'exchange students' but in this country, that concept wasn't available until some years. Even I first met Haleema, there weren't records of you. I knew that General Aameer is our side, but you guys tried a complex decision. Bravo! Succeeded!"

Now the person who came out was a soldier and a commander. Kareem! It was more shocking than what was supposed to be! The connection to the original timeline would set a lot to understand the actual consequence that might shake the world. Haleema and Aameer arrived late into the scene. Whilst, before the revelation begun, Shotto pulled out the pistol from her pocket. Salam looked surprised.

"Shotto, aren't we forbid to hurt them?" exclaimed Salam.

"You don't know, my love, there are strange things that would consider the anatomy of consequences. I have already known that you are the mastermind behind all these" explained Mamun.

"But the best thing is the love of my life, Salam, who frequently gives me information about those bloody Bengalis, protesting against the Urdu language, though a beautiful one. Bangla is more beautiful but unfortunately, against our kind" said Shotto.

"Aren't you Mariyam Mansoor Ansari? Working under the ISI (Inter-Services Intelligence), just to spy on these innocent people to sabotage and kill them? What they have done to you or the whole of the West Pakistan? Just begging for the Bengali language to be official along with it?"

"I want to create my family legacy, where I want to serve. But you Bengalis shared love, which tried to change my views. I can't really even understand, whether I am doing my duty or betraying others? In that case, I see my love, Salam informs me, as he's kind of that mommy's little boy"

"You know something? I was the one who interrogated Salam in the rally,

'Take care of Shotto'

He was running through the woods. Little did he knew, his calamity had been coming because I was, to him, a natural disaster. I chased him all the way to that same place that you people came through. By grabbing his collar, he was trying to escape from the truth but I snarled and growled with a lot of fury.

"Where did you think you are going, you fucker?" I snarled.

"Does it matter to you?" said Salam.

"It does! Tell me everything what happened!"

"Actually, I fell in love with Shotto, when she was newly admitted in the university"

"Then?"

"She was quite interested to join the students against Pakistan. There, she got a lot of information. After that she got to know about your hideout, but as she loves me and at the same time, she is with the Pakistan intelligence, she and Kareem abducted your mother to the torture room"

I was devastated to the absurdity of what had to come. His eyes were truthful as the kitten who was looking for food. That's why I left his collar.

He explained that our property, similar to the 1960s Indian Emergency Period, had been captured by the West Pakistani Government, so that we were not allowed to gain the property. Isn't it?"

It shocked Haleem because more twists and mystery awaits in the moment of time.

Meanwhile, Haleema was in the middle of the march and nursing some really injured students, while the dead bodies were buried. The devastating moment for the 21st February consisted the struggle for language, where the students along with the teachers and the middle class people were walking like a missile. The army continued to shoot its way, led the lot of students in the bloodshed.

In the interim, Shehtaj and Sohail along with the nurses and doctors rushed through the operation theater just the baby was pushing from Syeda's womb. For Shehtaj, it was the shocking but at the same time, a heavily emotional moment, while the young Sohail went for prayers just to wish her a recovery as well as the newborn baby. It was all the story that rest would become its history.

Now the more of the suspense will be revealed.

"Well, you have a daughter from Salam, aren't you?" said Haleem.

"How do you know?" asked Mariyam.

"You lied to have a father. Salam took you to the hospital, but how come that we wouldn't notice regarding your daughter?"

"Hmm...that's a great question. Salam met me during our first year. As I got to know about your connection with Syeda's family with yours, for what I actually meant that both of your mothers are friends, but most of all, Syeda's mother, Zarifina was under the Bengali political leader, which means she was the member of the parliament. Her men killed my father who was just a school teacher and also a Pakistani, while my mother was mercilessly raped by one of the Bengalis, which I was an outcast of the society. Henceforth, I joined the army!!! I was training and having the affair at the same time. I was quite absent from few days, while we got our daughter" explained Mariyam.

"That makes sense. That's why I couldn't see your daughter in the womb. I am pretty confused right now. What's Kareem doing here?" asked Mamun.

"Kareem!" giggled Mariyam. "He was under the internship of General Aameer but little did he knew that we were the ones to secretly hire him to turn the General to our side. Surprisingly, due to the support of you guys and knowing about the escape of your mother in the torture room, I was aware that you had the worst habit to spend too much money. Hence, if I could take half of your property, except the shop just to teach you a lesson that how much have you spent those by playing those girls with their feelings".

"Which of the girls that you are talking about?"

"My sister. After you studied abroad, you came back for taking care of your parents' business. Isn't it? But instead, you just took my sister to the bar and pretended to have an affair just for being intimate! Dude, what about your mom? Haven't you thought about it? As you have stated and ran away from trouble, where were you when my sister killed herself?"

The reveal had shocked Mamun, as Jawad, he wouldn't have known the actual detail regarding the actual reason behind the rumor that had surfaced around in 1999. In the original timeline, Mamun died during the marching of the protesting rally, other than taking a doubt. He was quite ignorant about his own karma plus even Salam was quite secretive about it, which never have revealed to Rahat. For Jawad, the original timeline was too simplistic, whilst, Jawad's eventual sleuth attributes made him aware for what was actually going on in that period of time.

The only person who knew about the time jumping experience was Shehtaj, who have met the healers along with the hermits. Now, he has more variants to meet because the universe is not only a rounded figure but also an equation to the limits of the truth and belief.