20th August, 2017.

[He] who created death and life to test you [as to] which of you is best in deed - and He is the Exalted in Might, the Forgiving - [And] who created seven heavens in layers. You do not see in the creation of the Most Merciful any inconsistency. So return [your] vision [to the sky]; do you see any breaks? Then return[your] vision twice again. [Your] vision will return to you humbled while it is fatigued.

Surah - ul - mulk

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CHAPTER 15 -
Consternation.

Wind blows wildly, rustling sounds of leaves giving a rhythmic tone; with the contrast of the music of air. Sky was clouded with dark; blackness of clouds, though its just three in the afternoon. Everything outside looks so awfully dangerous, all the withered leaves and everything that are present in the back yard were misplaced, due to the vigorous winds.

Trees' and small bushes were swaying; from left to right and vice versa, syncing to the rhythm of the wind. It seems like, there's going to be a very bad rain. But still, not even a hint showing single drop of rain water, fell down from the heaven.

Aasiya was standing at a window in her bed room, after securely locking each and every window, doors of their house. Due to the heavy blow of wind, windows were making creepy sounds, which scared the day lights out of her life.

Its been three hours; since, she send message to her husband, but still there's no answer for her text. She even tried to reach him by calling for more than twenty times in these three hours. But its a waste, either it says out of reach or directly went to voice mail.

Now, she was sitting in her bed room and contemplating, what was the reason for it. Initially; she thought that may be, he was stuck in some meeting, but its more than three hours now and there's no sign of the husband of hers'.

Her mind was in a state of tense, her heart was in a whirlwind. She didn't know how to get to reach him. She pondered for some more time, whether to call him or not. After much contemplation; she reached for her mobile which was sitting on her coffee table and dailed his number, placed it against her ear and, patiently waited for the call to connected. Instead of that, it said the most common recorded lines which irked her;

'The number you are trying to reach, is currently switched off. Please call again later. Thank you.'

She removed her mobile from against her ear and glared at the blank screen for some time. Her mind was clouded with random dangerous thoughts just like the weather out there, her heart was in a whirlwind, it was drumming painfully against her rib cage. Her mind was in a panic state.

Her breathing became uneven, cold sweat beads started to from on her forehead, her hands began to sweat. She was just a second away from having a mental break down, because of the tension going on in her brain.
She didn't know how to reach him or to whom she ask about him. When all of a sudden, her brain and heart whispered one name, who can help her.

She quickly wiped her sweat from her forehead and rubbed her palm on her dress in order to dry them.

She picked her mobile and dailed the only person she could think of at that moment. She waited for it to connect the call.

She took a deep breath, when it started to ring. After three to four rings, it got answered.

"Yus, I need a favour." Aasiya stated, as soon as her friend answered the call.

"Walikum assalam to you too Siya Bhabhi." Yusra retorted, in a mockery. Unaware of her best friends' state.

Aasiya mentally slapped and face palmed herself, forgetting her manners.

"Assalamu alikum Yus." Aasiya tried to say calm, she was anything, but calm from inside.

"Walikum assalam." Yusra greeted back. "Is everything alright? What happened. You sound so tensed." Yusra enquired her friend, with a hint of worry and concern in her tone.

"No. Nothing is alright Yus." Aasiya stated, in a painful tone. Yusra instantly got alerted at her tone of voice.

"Siya, what happened? Tell me dear." Yusra enquired in a calm tone, she doesn't want to make her painc more than she was now.

"Your brother." She sighed, with closed eyes.
"He was not answering any calls and didn't replied to any of the texts." Aasiya explained her.

"Siya, calm down, he must be busy in some work. Once he'll get free, he will call back you. Don't worry." Yusra tried to reason, calm her.

"No. I also thought the same, may be he was stuck in some work. But its more than three hours that I've been calling him. Its either say that out of reach or went to voice mail." Aasiya said.

"Now, when I again tried one more time, it said that, his mobile was switched off." Aasiya said with a painc tone.

"Siya, why are you so worried. Did you two had any argument?" Yusra enqired, with worry.

"I can't say that as argument, but yeah, we had a small talk this morning and it didn't end well." Aasiya explained, mornings incident and their conversation. At the end, she was on verges of tears.

"Ohho, its okay. Its not your fault. You have right to be mad." Yusra tried to console her.

"No, Yus am not angry with him. I was just busy the whole time, so didn't get the chance to speak to him." She continued. "I tried to speak to him after breakfast, but then he got a call from his office and he left for his work place." She concluded, with a sigh.

"Don't worry Siya. Am sure, Bhai must be stuck in some work. Bhai can't be angry on you, even; your at fault." Yusra commented.

"But for your satisfaction, I'll call to his office phone and ask his secretary, he'll know where bhai was. So don't worry. Okay?" Yusra said to make her relax.

"Okay, please Yus. Call me as soon as you get any information about him. Please." Aasiya pleaded.

'I need to be make sure, he was safe. He has to be safe. I can't let anything happen to him, because of me and my ba.,. Nothing should be happen to him. He is a good human, too good for a girl like me. Ya Allah, please keep him safe.'

She was breathing heavily, by now.

"Siya----Siya."

"Are you alright?" Yusra enquired, with a worried tone.

"Ye--yeah., a--am gg--oood." Aasiya tried to reply but failed due to breathing problem.

"Oh., no. Siya, you are having breathing problem. Allah." Yusra panicked.

"Siya., Siya, listen."

"Ye..ah." Aasiya breathed.

"Breath in. Come on Siya follow my words." Yusra tried to bring her breathing normal. Aasiya did as she said.

"Breath out."

"Breath in."

"Breath out. Come on." After some more time, her breathing become normal.

"Now go and get some sleep. I'll take care of this. Alright." Yusra explained, like she was talking with a five year old.

"Okay." She nodded, even though Yusra can't see her.

"Good. Okay, Allah hafiz." Yusra cut the call. After making sure Aasiya was alright.

After she hung the call, she went to her bed and laid down, placing her mobile near her. In hope of his call, she closed her eyes due to heaviness of her eye lids.

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After hanging the call; Yusra quickly dialed her brothers office phone, to catch about some information. After few rings, its got answered.

"Good morning. Khan corporations, may I help you?" A feminine voice, greeted her from the other line.

"Good morning miss, can I have a word with Mr. Zaryaan. Its his sister Yusra speaking." Yusra spoke in the phone, with a calm tone.

"Sure, hold a second." Receptionist said. Yusra waited patiently.

"Sorry. Ma'am, but Mr. Zaryaan sir, was in board room at a meeting." She explained.

"Okay. Can you connect me with his secretary." She wanted to make sure what took her brother to be this ignorant.

"Sure thing ma'am. Here you go." Receptionist pushed some numbers and buttons on the land line, before connecting the call.

"Assalamu alikum, wasim bhai." Yusra greeted wasim.

"Walikum assalam Yusra. What makes you to remember this brother." Wasim spoke in a mockery.

"Sorry bhai. But, Its urgent. Where's bhai and what happened to his mobile. He is not answering any calls." Yusra enquired, in a irritated tone, clearly showing her annoyance towards her brother.

"He had a meeting. I think it went long, than we thought." Wasim spoke, thinking about the meeting. "Why? Is there something wrong?"

"No. Just tell him to check his mobile, when he is free." Yusra stated. "Allah hafiz."

"Allah hafiz." With that she hung the call.

Yusra changed herself in a pair of presentable clothes and wore an abaya, started to rush towards her mother. When she found her, in living room couch, she went towards her.

"Are you going somewhere?" Muskaan enqired, putting magazine back on the coffee table.

"Yes Ammi. Am going to Siya's place. Am kinda missing her." Yusra spoke, keeping the real reason to visit her friend to herself.

"Ohh, okay. Ask Ahil to accompany you." Muskaan stated, and went to call him.

"Ammi, I can go by myself. Am not kid." Yusra whined.

"I know you are not kid. And you leaving alone is not good. So, listen what I said or just go back to your room and keep sulking." Muskaan said, in a finality in her tone. "Choice is yours. Yussi." She tapped her nose.

"Argghh., you desi mother's are all same." Yusra groned.

"Fine." Yusra stomped her foot. "Tell him to be quick." She sat on arm chair, tapping her foot impatiently.

Ahil came after a while, they started to Siddiqui's place.

Yusra's thoughts went to her beloved friend, her sister. She was having very difficulty, to see her sister like this.

Once a strong girl, was now left with so many insecurities. She wants to bring back that Aasiya. Who didn't give a damn, for societies non sense talks, who always stay strong in any difficult situation.

Why did that all happen to her? Why she had to go through all those things? I just hope, bhai would be break all her walls and heal her wounds. I know, she was still suffering, but she won't, she just have to pretend, like a strong - super women all the time., won't show her weaknesses.

She has to learn, let loose and give chance to the ones who wants to comfort her, heal her. If not for her sake, at least for the one who loves her and cares for her.

Didn't she know, she was hurting, people around her, with her being strong facade.

Yusra was brought back from her thoughts, when the car came to an halt. She looked towards her left, and saw a worried Ahil gazing towards her.

She gave a small smile and moved out of the car.

"Di. Wait, I'll come with you." Ahil walked towards her.

They both walked to the front door and rang the door bell.

It was opened by Asif, after a while, they went inside. Yusra greeted everyone.

Ahil make himself comfortable on one of the arm chair, chit chatting with Asif.

"Aunty., where's Siya?" Yusra queried.

"She's in her room, dear. Didn't come down even once, after we returned." Mrs. Siddiqui said.

"Okay. I'll go to her and see." Yusra said.

"Wait, I've made snacks. Its such a beautiful climate outside. So, thought to bake some cup cakes and fries. Take these with you." She handed her the tray filled with deliciously looking fries and cup cakes, with a hot chocolate mugs.

Yusra knocked the door, twice, before entering. She pushed the door and got inside.

The veiw make her happy and sad at the same time. Her heart ached to see her sister in this state.

Siya?!

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