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Chapter # 7.15 Dissonance and Discord

"you need change friend! Trust me you need to get out of this, changing environment changes mood, and changing mood changes life sometimes" Hassan commented looking at Hussain who was silently sitting in the collage cafeteria for last almost three hours without attending even a single class.

"isn't it a No smoke zone?" Hussain who wasn't even listening to him, furrowed his eyes brows with his eyes firm on the sleek devil dangling between Hassan's index and middle finger.

Hassan looked down at the cigarette and let out a sarcastic chuckle. "who cares?" he shrugged his shoulders. "You are safe till nobody catches you bro!" he added with a tight wink and Hussain just simply stared at the little devil, there was something in his gaze, in those eyes something Hassan was oblivious of.

"what bout Irfan uncle? Does he know you smoke?"

"Ah! Dad would kill me man! I mean am totally grounded if he finds out. But. Only if he finds out you know" Hassan smirked and Hussain frowned but then slowly the frown faded and his features relaxed.

"I wanna try"

"Wha.....?" Hassan chuckled disbelievingly but then his smile swiped off as he saw no joke on Hussian's face.

"Are you crazy? Your brother already hates me, he is gonna bury me 6 feet deep in mud if he finds out that you had a sutta with me. no way bro!" Hassan raised his hands defensively shaking his head and Hussain without a second further delay reached forward and before Hassan could stop him, he grabbed the cigarette from his hand making him off guard completely.

"Hussain! stop it are you...

But his words were of no use as Hussain looked down at his hand holding the devil and then held it between his lips, his face winched a little as he sucked on and the next moment he broke up into a sudden expected cough.

"I told you man!" Hassan almost snatched the cigarette as he patted Hussain's back trying to calm his lungs.

"wesey tujhey kia shok cherh gaya achanak?" Hassan inquired, Hussain took the pack of juice and took a sip.

"bus dil kiya wesey he. La dey!" he again stretched his palm towards him who this time frowned deep.

"Come on! I want to smoke, what so wrong in it?"

"Shehry would ki....

"Forget about Shehry" Hussain cut him through, who was gawking unbelievably at his face but then sighed in defeat and taking out a fresh cigarette from the pack he extended it to Hussain who calmly ignored the cigarette and grabbed the whole pack from his hand.

"What is wrong with you?" Hassan exclaimed as Hussain got up from the chair and kept his bag over his shoulder.

"I have never smoke, never drank.... But it feels all worthless now, useless that I stopped myself from doing so" Hussain was stating though Hassan wasn't getting anything but followed anyways.

Hussain stopped in the mid way and rested his hand over his shoulder. "Agar zaleel honey ka khitaab milna he hea to insaan zalaalat ker k zaleel kehlaye, werna bekar mein koi ilzaam de na Hassan! To buhat dard hota hea"

"kesa hota ho ga sutta lagana, sharab peena, maa baap se jhoot bolna unhen dhokey mein rakhna... collage mein lerki ko cherna. Dil kerta hea na insaan ka Hassan! Her ghalat kam ka dil kerta hea. Bus phir aj se dil ki sun'ni hea" he stated firmly, Hassan stood there perplexed. Looking at the storm inside his words.

"and after that if she calls me a traitor, liar, unfaithful and a filthy worthless person then yes... yes I am. Am all of that" he spatted shoving his index in Hassan's chest before he marched out of the cafeteria, leaving Hassan blabbering at his back.

"what has gone into him man! He has gone nuts" Hassan shook his head unable to get the reason beind Hussain's change of conduct.

....

"Aagaya tu!" Shehry turned on the sound of click and found Hussain stepping inside, he shut the door at his back and pressed a weary smile at Shehry like always. Shehry had been used to of this aching smile on his brother's face.

"seems somebody is tired" Haya commented looking at Hussain who threw his bag on the couch heading towards them.

"Seems somebody has become the kabab mein hadddi" Hussain remarked and Shehry chuckled while Haya rolled her eyes making a face.

"You are definitely not a kabab mein haddi Hussain as your brother is MashaAllah extremely boring and dry person, your presence or no presence won't matte. So am cool...." She faked a smile and Hussain laughed a little, Shehry looked at her.

"Fer je mein romaaantic ho gaya na te fer complain na kareen kuriye!" he smirked making Haya lightly bit on to her lower lip, trying to hide her blush and Shehry got up.

"Chal tu moo hath dho mein....

His words got lost in his mouth and his hand froze on Hussain's shoulder with his calm forehead turned into a thousand frowns. "Hussain! did you... did you smoke?" it was definitely a question, with a lot of puzzlement and disbelief but Hussain calmly walked past him, ignoring him.

"Hussain! kuch pooca hea mein ne" Shehry stopped him, repeating. Haya got up from the sofa.

"Yes I did" Hussian turned and stated casually. Shehry's frown faded in disbelief. "aesey q dekh raha hea? cigarette he to pi hea bus"

"Are you out of your...

"Shehry!" and before he could lunge on to him Haya stopped him in his place. His stare fixed on Hussain complainingly.

"Masla kia hea tujhey Saley! Q ker rah ea tu ye sab?" Shehry burst out, it wasn't much his fault for last whole month Hussain was behaving odd, dry and too cold towards everyone.

"Nothing is wrong with me, its actually you. stop treating me like a kid Shehry! as if I cant handle myself as if I would come down a truck on the road or burn my hand or harm myself. I am not a kid. Stop being all daddy around me" Hussain stated firm, annoyance spread across every feature and Shehy simply looked at his face unable to come up with anything.

For a few moments there was complete silence, then Hussain turned to leave. "Am not hungry, won't eat" announcing this he marched towards his room leaving Shehry in a state of frustration and ache.

He was still standing in his place when slowly warm fingers creeped onto his arm. "Its okay Shehry!" Haya softly stated, understanding his state of anxiety, Shehry let out a breath as he shook his head.

All of a sudden he looked tired.

"am losing it Haya!"

"No, you are not" She came and stood in front of him, now holding both his hands trying to look into his eyes but his head was hung low.

"I don't know how to handle him, I just don't know"

"its just a phase Shehry! you have to be patient around him; it will take time definitely, but one day you will be back with the same old, happy Hussain" Shehry looked up at her face uncertainly as she assured him with a smile.

"or agar aesa na hua Haya! kabhi kabhi mujhey lagta hea mein usey aahista aahista kho raha hoon, rait ki terha meri muthi se phisal raha hea wo or mein khara dekh raha hoon, kuch ker nai pa raha, na us ka dard kam ker pa raha hoon na usey sambhal pa raha hoon"

Haya remained quiet and he slowly with heavy feet walked up to the couch and sat down, holding his head in both his hands. "smoking? Seriously?" he uttered in disgust, almost to himself.

Haya looked down at him, she just didn't know how to assure him or calm him down but then she heaved up a sigh and walking towards him, she almost fell next to him in the couch.

"hm, so it means you will be the same; lousy, defeating, and an easy to be toppled over kinda Dad" she assumed and Shehry's head in slow motion turned towards her, his face had confusion as he didn't get her point.

"tumharey bachey jab kuch ulta seedha Karen ge to bus ek bar mein he aesey himmat har ke beth jana, sr paker ker kehna k Haya! I think am losing it...." She mimicked his exact words in a funny way.

"What?" he frowned and Haya looked casually at his face, to her left.

And for a moment she just looked into his eyes, those light brown orbs peeking straight into her deep black oceans; they were close, close enough... Haya could see her own reflection in his eyes.

But just when she felt herself drowning into them, her eyes blinked and she quickly looked away feeling awkward.

"firstly they won't me merey bachey... they will be hamarey bachey. Mein ne internet se download nai kerney akeley" Haya felt her cheeks tuned hot and flushed as Shehry corrected he.

"and secondly, our kids, will Innnn Shaa Allah! be exactly like their Daddy so there will be no point of handling worst situations han Khuda na karey tum per chaley gaye to.....

He trailed of as Haya looked at him, giving him a raised eyebrow wali look and he chuckled.

"han agar tum per chaley gaye to abhi ek bander berdasht kerna parta hea bad mein bandron ki fauj ho gi ghar mein" Haya countered, faking a smjile and Shehry smirked leaning into her making her frown.

"Fauj? Kheriyat to hea? kitno ka irada hea?" he asked suspiciously and Haya knew she would she must have tuned crimson so she got up from the couch out from that intense gaze of Shehry.

"hamesah wahiyaat batein he kerna" she remarked covering her embarrassment and Shehry laughed.

Hussain's POV

Even the mention of something terrible, shameless is horrible for you once you have faith....

~NAK~

Flipping the pages of her Quran absentmindedly, I came across page with few sticking attached to the boarders... they had scribbling; Tehreem's writing it must be. My fingers unknowingly traced upon the edge unable to touch the words...

I felt myself filthy, dirty... as if I will burn if I will touch the words or recite them.

No, I was not worth this message, I was not worth reading these words, I was not worth touching them even. Mujh jesa gunehgaar kesey perh sakta hea ye lafz, ye kitaab... ye to Allah ka kalam hea, Khaliq ki kitaab hea. mujh jesa napaak insaan...... mein kahan is qabil hoon.

Another page flipped. Another sticking, it was surah Az-Zumar....

And what kind of a person does not benefit from the words of Allah? A person who is immersed in entertainment; a person who is indulged into music and movies and partying and small talk and games... who is of nothing but this world.

And the person who wants only world will have only world... this world, this mortal, doomed to end world.

~NAK~

I dunno for how many times I read, re read and re read those lines.... My gaze seemed to be stuck in them, I could look away.

One thing I noticed in her Quran was those alphabets almost on every sticking, or the places she had scribbled something there was these three letters mentioned.... What can they be? What do they stand for? A name? a place?

Closing it back I kept it carefully on my side table and leaned with the back post of the bed shutting my eyes I just tried to calm my thoughts, wash my brain from all those images from the past.

Kaash koi rubber hota, I would have erased all those thoughts, those words.

Mager ub to sab ho gaya Hussain! ub kia kuch badlo ge tum? Nothing can be done now.

My eyes flutter open, heart beating fast and brain puddle up in swirling pool of thoughts; thoughts panicking every inch of me, a strange kind of urgency engulfed me and I got up from the bed.

Na khushi hea, na sukoon na dil ko chain hea na sochon ko aram..... life sucks Hussain! life sucks.

Tehreem's POV

Buhat ho gaya Tehreem! You have wasted a lot of time, a lot of energy thinking about this world.... Its time to turn back to Him; the one who never disappoints, who never abandons you.

"Tehreem! He is going to get murdered by your uncles today" Samra stormed in the room, worried, panting. I looked up from the Quran as she came and grabbed my wrist. "come on! Stop them Tehreem!"

"What can I do Samra! he is here on his own will, I haven't called him here. Now if he has come let him face it" I stretched my hand out of her grip and looked down again.

"I know he has done wrong to you Tehreem! But at least stop them, Asim chacha mar dalen ge usey" She held my shoulder and jerked me.

I was trying to run away from all this, hide from all this but once again caught up... life won't forgive me I know.

"mein kia ker sakti hoon Samra! Rabb ka wasta hea mujhey door rakho is sab se, mujhey sakoon chahiye bus thori der k liye akela chor do" I pleaded, her expressions softened.

"isi liye keh rahi hoon, come down and talk to him. kia pata wo tumharey kehney se man jaye?" she insisted, I was sure this was a bad idea; firstly I didn't want to meet him, secondly he won't agree and I knew it.

Heaving up a sigh I held the Quran firm to my chest as I got up, readjusting my shawl over my head I walked out from the room and with a determination in my heart, this was the last time I was going to meet him, face him and then will throw out every feeling every thought and every single memory out from my mind and heart.

 I went down towards the drawing room, by the voices I could foretell what was going on inside.

Stepping inside, a sudden silence crept on to their faces as they looked at me as if they weren't expecting the sight.... My gaze traveled down at Ibraheem, sitting on the sofa, Arsalan was sitting in an indifferent pose at the far corner and my uncles including Arsalan's father were almost over Ibraheem's head, whose head hung low with his gaze fixed on some papers placed in front of him on the table.

"Tehreem beta?" Asim chacha exclaimed as I walked inside, still holding my Quran and Ibraheem's head spun up, his eyes visibly glittered and a low, soft smile crept onto his lips.

I could see that faint bruise near his nose as I stood in front of them.

"I want to talk to him" I stated, Chacha stood up straight.

"Beta! you don't have to bother, he will definitely sign on the papers" Chacha assured me.

"I won't" Ibraheem spatted, my heart cringed inside.

"Tumhara baap bhi sign karey ga" Chacha fied back.

"To phir baap se he kerwa lijiye" Ibraheem countered calmly, Arsalan was already on his feet about to lunge onto him when I stood in the middle, blocking his way.

"I need to talk to him. let us alone for a while. Please!" ignoring his death glare I spoke.

Reluctantly they left, but I knew they must be there right out of the room clung to the door listening to our heartbeats as well. with a deep breath I turned and sat on the couch opposite to him, I knew his gaze was firm over me...

After a while of silence I finally spoke. "you said you love me"

"I still say this... every inch of me, every bit of me loves you Tehreem!"

The calmness in his tone was screaming storm.

I dared to look up, finding his gaze all firm but soft at my face despite the pain he was smiling.... For a moment I felt like the most cruel, stone hearten person in the world, for a moment I hated myself, I hated him... I hated Hussain but I had to...

"you know what, if I wanted to, I would have forgiven Hussain and married him and maybe today I'd be there with him, happy. But my love for my Rabb is greater than any other love, is above all, and superior to everything to my desires and wishes... for His love, I let Hussain go. Jo Rabb ka na ho saka wo mera kia hota"

"Mein ek aesey insaan k sath kesey zindagi guzarti jo Rabb ka he na ho saka, ek jhoota insaan jo deen ka mazak urata raha or mein bewaqoof....

I gulped the lump down my throat. "hum jis se be-panah muhabbat kerty hen us k liye apni khushi apni khuwahishat sab bhulani perti hen.. usey khud se ooncha derja dena perta hea, tabhi hum muhabbat ka haq adaa ker patey hen. Or mera Rabb merey liye sab se pehley hea"

My gaze slowly roamed upward as I looked at his face who was looking at me, listening to me as if his life depends on this... "and if you have loved me, you will sign these papers and let me free" I felt my voice shivered as the colour in his face turned to something else and his eyes blinked.

"tum muj se haqq nai mang raheen Tehreem! Tum mujh se soada ker rahi ho. Or muhabbat mein sodebaazi nai hoti" he looked hurt, but I was even more hurt...

"to phir mein apse apki muhabbat ka saboot mangti hoon...

"don't do this Tehreem!" there was a clear warning and I gulped down. "tum nai janteen tum kia mang rahi ho, I have loved you without even meeting you, seeing you.... I have loved you for what you are, I have loved those words, those moments which turned a brute like me into a human"

"you want to snatch that from me?" he asked disbelievingly.

"if you have really loved all this you have to sign them and set me free." My voice raised as frustration increased. "set me free so that I can have peace in my life" a tear wanted to escape my eye.

"Ap ko apney Rabb ka wasta hea Ibraheem! sign them and let me go" my head hung low, my forehead touched the Quran in my hands I didn't want to show him those tears... its only Rabb who sees them, understands them and heal my wounds.

After few moments he spoke "ek bar phir kaho"

I looked up, confused what he meant.... "say it. My name" he explained.

And just then I realized I called him by his name, I didn't even remember when.... I just stared his face in disbelief. Was he really mad? I gulped down the lump in my throat, unable to call him back.

"bus ek bar..

He moved forward, reaching for my hands when my heart panicked and I got up. "Please Ibraheem!"

"you will be happy if I will sign this?" he asked at my back, I wiped the moisture away from my cheeks.

Yes.... Life will be peaceful

"ji" I replied.

I felt movements at my back but I couldn't dare to look and then it happened, he got up and walked coming face to face me....

"ye lo. Diya tumhen suboot apni muhabbat ka" he extended the papers towards me, my hands shivered as I raised them.

But just when I grabbed the other end of the papers he held them firm and I looked up at his face. "per itna yad rakhna k tumhen janey bina, dekhey bina muhabbat ki thi tum se, ub to jan liya hea tumhen, dekh liya hea tumhen.... ishq ho gaya hea tum se, merey ishq ka suboot mat mangna Tehreem! Pata nai kia ker bethoon"

Doesn't matter how hard I tried to stop myself, an unwanted unknown tear escaped my eye. His gaze traveled down to my cheek and he softly reached for it when I took a step back, his hand turned into fist as he backed off... with his gaze firm upon my face.

Hussain's POV

For collecting my documents I had to go to Bronx, on every step there was a memory of us three. I could avoid Gul in person but how could I avoid memories... scattered on every footstep of this school.

Quickly I grabbed my documents and was about to step out from the lobby when I found a girl in hijab was being trapped with the lockers and a little gang was surrounding her, a boy was standing with his arms locked at her sides, must be bullying her.

First I though to pass by and avoid the drama but on taking a few steps further I found it was Aleena.

I stepped ahead and grabbed the collar of the boy, from behind. "Hey! Get off you...Josh?" I exclaimed in disbelief as I came face to face with Josh.

"Hussain bhai!" Aleena cringed at my back, as I stood in the middle.

"You people are still deep in shit, right?" I looked to my left finding Darwa and a few others I knew from back days.

"you stay out of this" Darwa slapped his open palm over my chest.

"no, you stay out of this and her territory as well, what is your problem?" I spatted, unbelieving as they were still after the innocent girl.

"come on! Get off now, don't be a spoiler" Darwa pushed me aside making me off guard and I stumbled, thankfully I held the Quran firm to my chest.

"Let me go, you filthy retard" Aleena screamed, trying to get out from his grip.I looked back, Darwa was holding her wrist with a pathetic evil grin on his face his hand reached up to her head in almost no time he snatched the hijab she was wearing when I held his wrist and then punched square in his face with all I had, he stumbled on the floor and Josh stepped forward.

But only a tight slap across his face was enough to keep him at an arms length and just when the whole scene was about to get even worse a few teachers came running towards us.

Gul's POV

"Ye bhi Gul ne he banae hen, she is an amazing cook, MashaAllah!" Khala lied again, offering the tray of seekh kabab to the guests and I frowned at her and then Khaloo, who clearly seemed amused.

Khaloo's old friend who happened to visit New York had come to our place over dinner along with his wife and one and only son.... Son? SON???? Rishta????

What the ish is happening here boss! Is it only me who doesn't know what the kofta Khala is trying to fry here?

my brain started flashing SOS signals. And I gazed critically t the boy sitting next to Khaloo; clad in a plain black dress shirt with a plain blue jeans, hair combed nicely leftwards... seemed he had never heard of the word STYLING. But his smile was good; soft and subtle... never leaving his face.

Fine he was hot but OH EMM GGG there was no way I could hook up to this decent Mr. Doctor

"Gul beta! what is your future plan?" the trance broken and I silently cleared my throat.

"Uh- I wanted to become an actresses but in presence of Khala jan it seems impossible so I am having fine arts photography as my major" I stated, aunty giggled a little while Khala gave me a glare.

"Even Waleed likes to paint" Aunty remarked pointing at his son who pressed a soft coy smile.

"Paint what? Walls?" I asked quite seriously and unexpectedly the couple laughed wholeheartedly while Waleed just went a little pink in face modestly looking down, Khala's deadly glares had increased and I decided to shut up.

"Gul beta! why don't you take Waleed out, show him around" She suggested... no, actually there was a hidden order, urgent order and I mentally rolled my eyes getting where they wanted me to land.... In Waleed's lap.

Pressing the most fake smile I got up and gestured him to stand as well or maybe he was waiting for an invitation carved on silver plated in gold....

Waleed's POV

Getting up, we walked out from the seemingly hall kinda room.

"uh- do you really wanna have a tour around our place? Or is it fine if we go out in the lawn?" she asked narrowing her eyes, I guess it was her typical gesture, she does it a lot plus.... Eyes rolling.

"sure, anywhere" I replied and her foot which was about to take a step, stopped and she looked at me with one eyebrow up in the air.

"anywhere can be fishy you know....and I am a person relying on words and their literal meaning so please! Chose wisely, because you just don't want me to take you anywhere, right?" her eyes danced as she blabbered and I just looked at her face perfectly round, in the center of those horrendously curled locks of hers.

We headed out and stepped into the neatly kept lawn, I looked around; beautiful flowers...

"uh- you can check me out here" my head spun into her direction as she stated all casually announcing, a frowned appeared on my forehead. "han, to yahan na merey khala khaloo hen na tumharey Mom dad, so you can you know, coz I know you were holding on to it there in the hall" she was in a habit of assuming things I guess.

"what if I don't want to check you out?" I asked narrowing my eyes and her expressions changed in a blink of my eyes. She stepped a little closer and narrowed her eyes at my face.

"don't tell me tum wo ho" she asked suspiciously and I literally chuckled at her expressions.

"No, am perfectly straight" I replied and she rolled her eyes.

"so you are a doctor? Isn't it a quite boring job? Tough routine plus extremely risky stuff involved" she asked and I thought for a second.

"becoming a doctor, no, actually becoming a neurosurgeon was my dream still I have to complete my specialization. So for dreams you have to strive and take risks" I stated simply and she nodded with her lips pressed into a line line. 

With her hands clasped at her back she was constantly moving, like rocking to and fro... like a kid. She looked cute. But that can be a totally dramatic and highly irrational combination; me and she.... God! I wish Mom dad had told em before she was something like this.

She seems a lively girl and deserves an equally lively, full of life person. Not me.

"so what are your hobbies?" she asked.

"actually in busy routine one can hardly get time for hobbies but yes, I like reading and yeah fishing as well" I stated and there was a clear distaste on her face but she pressed a smile... forced one. "what are yours?" I added.

"mujhey to shikaar pasand hea, or pango mein perna , or naye naye masley kharey kerna, Khala Khaloo ko pareshan kerna or Hussain or Randhawey k kan khana" she excitedly counted on her fingers.

"Hussain and Randhawa?"

The next moment I felt I had asked something wrong coz that smile faded from her face, excitement gone as she blinked her eyes, she looked disturbed.

"hey! You okay?" snapping fingers across her face I asked and she looked up at me.

"can I ask you something?" she asked seriously this time and I nodded. "why are we here? Standing here talking about rubbish, why are we doing all this? And I know... you know the reason maybe your parents told you and my khala khaloo thought I would run away from home so they kept it hidden"

She blabbered breathlessly, the way her lips moved and her eyes in total sync... I wonder how could she do that?

I smiled down at the grass and then looked up at her. "they think we can be perfect for each other"

"I can make your life a living hell, a total mess, a complete siyapa" she firmly announced and I couldn't help but laugh. "no, don't laugh. You didn't get it Waleed!"

What the hell! My own name felt different to my ears the way she called it... stupid heart giving stupid signal. Stop it heart!

"yeah I do understand, am a little too boring fro a person like you and...

"its not that" she cut me through and I frowned. "its about them" my frown went deeper.

"Uncle aunty?" I asked and she smacked her forehead hard with a quiet curse...

"Hussain and Ibraheem"

"betey hen apk?" I asked and she gave me a no-joke-zone glare.

"dost hen. Yaar hen merey...."

"do do?"

"we had been best friends since I got to know what friendship is, since I got to understand what love is.... We were together since time feels like ages, eternity..." she seemed lost somewhere as she stated.

"you were....?" I inquired and she looked at me, she looked gloomy.

"I have to change this were into are...once again"

"if this meeting is all about getting married then I don't want to keep you in darkness Waleed! Not only my heart but my mind, thoughts everything belongs to them two at the moment, they need me. I am that bridge that can fill that stupid gap between them and if I will be no more here to...

"Gul!" her eyes turned a little red and her words seemed unstoppable when I hushed her up softly. "I understand" I smiled and she looked at my face in disbelief.

"they need you more than I or any wooer of yours... I understand" I assured her again and she blinked her eyes.

"in fact I want to meet these two idiots who...

"hey hey hey!" she stepped even closer threateningly and I backed off. "don't you dare say a word about them, werna wo sarey kabab khaney paren ge jin ko taste ker k you were making those vomit faces" I chuckled at her cute threat.

"How did you get to know?" I asked.

"I have my ways Mister!" she boasted and walked past me.

I looked up at the beautiful sky. If this was destined to be a NO, then you shouldn't have made me meet this girl... not fair God!

I heaved up a sigh and followed her inside.

Hussain's POV

Walking slowly on the sidewalk I kept in closer to my chest with my gaze fixed down at the square, red brick slabs under my feet. I took a turn and entered in a street for a short cut, it was night already, getting a little colder as well.

I kept my jacket up to my mouth and my arms folded keeping the Quran firm to myself as I took quick steps, suddenly I felt presence at my back and my heart beats instantly got tensed... my steps got even sturdier but just when I was about to turn and encounter a ghost or something, I got a harsh and sudden kick on my back. I gasped and stumbled forward, falling down on the pavement.

Turning around, I found men... they were three their faces hidden in the darkness and they all paced towards me as I tried to get up again, but one of them punched straight in my face and with a groan out from my throat I once again fell and in trying to keep Quran safe my face went crashing on to the cold pavement... something warm oozed out from my nose and my lips felt tattered.

"What do you want?" I screamed but one among them bent down and grabbed my collars, light flickered on his face and my eyes widened as I saw Josh sneering at me.

"Josh?"

"yes, its me, you fucking bastard!" and with that he stood up straight and gave a hard kick in my stomach, I groaned all loud and accidentally the quran stumbled a little from my grip, I quickly held it back in my grip forgetting about the pain I hurriedly dusted it off and kept it close to my chest.

"whats in that man!"

"What is he holding?" they were asking as I tried to get up over my feet.

"let me take a look" Josh bent down trying to snatch it from me but I kept it closer and closer... as far as, as much as I could. My heart was rapidly beating inside my chest panicked at the thought of.... NO.

"Don't touch it" I warned him getting back, keeping it firm but there was something in his laughter, that sounded like an animal growled... and my heart thumped down in my tummy as he kicked me with his knee, my grip went lose and he snatched it out from my hands.

"It's just a book" there was clear disappointment in his tone as he showed it to others. Holding my howling, groaning, aching stomach I tried to get it back.

"Josh! Give it back to me, do whatever you want to do with me... but give it back. Please!"

"What does he say? Please??" it was darwa's voice, he asked mockingly and the third boy leap towards me as I was about to snatch my Quran back.

"easy there kid!" holding my arms at my back he sneered in my ear and I winced in pain as he pushed me down over my knees.

"You want it? Come and claim it.... Beg for it" I looked up, Josh was holding it up in the air. My heart was bleeding... face soaking in tears.

"please! Return it to me, it has done nothing to you. please!" my voice was at the verge of breaking down.

"is it that dear to you? tell me...." Josh asked with the sweetness in his tone felt like venom at the moment and he held it now in front of my face, open.... In both his hands as if he was about to.... No.

"NO!! NO PLEASE!!! PLEASE I BEG YOU. DON'T......

I heard a horn, a car across the street...

I was screaming all hysteric, I felt my brain would explode... my heart would stop. Was I dying?... yes, yes it was over.... Everything was over. I was dying....

....

Poor Hussain :(

How did you find Waleed???

And yup.... 3rd person or the same oldy thing characters POVs?????

Hope u liked the chappy. Guys those who wanted the present to start, let me announce that only a couple of more past torturing chapies and then Inn shaa Allah present will be there <3 :*

And now for @ferzeen ... lerki! You asked bout me ;) so here is a little info: other than being a writer by heart and teacher by profession I am a painter, a crazy reader, an amazing cook and a traveler... free soul ;) PLUS am an introvert, shy and not so chummy chummy kinda girl :/ I like staying in darkness (literal darkness) ;) I like silence around me, rather than talking I prefer to listen to others.... and am AntiSocial plus UnRomantic :-p

I hope this much is cool for now ;)

Love u all <3