Zaira's POV

"No!No!Noooooooo!" I scream clutching the hem of Veer's shirt.

What's this scene?
A nightmare? An illusion?
Why isn't the scene passing away?

Why?

I feel a hand supposedly Veers reaching my shoulder in an attempt to pacify me. I push him away.

I had involuntarily dropped to my knees like my limbs were just too worn out to keep me in toes. I shut my eyes tight as if It was going to change what I saw.

Maybe it would. Maybe it would. Maybe it would.

Maybe whatever I just saw was a bad bad dream. In which Zara's eyes were half open and blood soaked her top. It was trickling down her reddened knees and legs that dangled lifelessly.S he was being dragged to a stretcher to an ambulance.

"It had to be a nightmare. It is a nightmare" I screamed as the sight remained the same with open eyes. Ved stooped down and picked me in his support. My twin sister was... Dead?

Like really dead!

Why didn't the scene vanish away. Why why why why why.

Its an illusion it would go away. Just..go away.

I hear a whimper which supposedly is mine. My cheeks are drenched by the time my lips tasted salty tears. My lips quiver as I wail. I wail in long of the sister I shared the womb with.

"You just wait and watch"
last words of my sister ring aloud as blood starts drumming through my ears. The back of my head thuds and heart throbs. If Veer had not enveloped me with his arms, I would have...collapsed.

Krish's POV

I watch the crowd pouring in exponentially; gaping at the dead body of Zara in horror with handkerchiefs attached to their noses as if Zara were just a trash.

My lips start to quiver as my eyes well up. A lone tear escapes the corner of my left eye as I stare at her pale yet beautiful face. Never again in my life would anyone be able to see her intoxicating brownish red eyes. Never in my life did I imagine that ..ughhh.

I stride closer to Adya and Parth. Adya adjusts herself and pulls herself back from Parth's shirt. I lean closer to whisper to her "Did you see the Officer in Charge of Police?"

Adya looks confused and then shakes her head. Parth exchanges confused glances. I point to a man standing there in a white formal shirt and blue denims with neatly back brushed hair and thin framed spectacles. Ajay Verma. He is accompanied by constables in uniform.

"How do you know he is the one?"Parth asks "I mean he is in civil dress"

"He was a classmate of my brother moreover I was there when Mr. Wilson was arrested so.. "I turn to Adya "Its not a missing case merely its a murder case now so tell the police everything you know". Adya looks hesitant and turns to Parth. Parth nods "I think he is right we should tell the police".

Adya noddingly watches the body being stretched to the ambulance. She gulps the lump in her throat forwarding baby steps towards Ajay.

"Excuse me officer there is something..." She and Parth walk up to him. I purposely stay back. I know seeing me would enable his taunting mood.

"Whatever it is come to the police station and speak, we need to record the statements" He says and follows his co-workers.

Zaira's POV

The lady inspector has grabbed a fistful of my hair when I denied that I would not visit the police station. I had been shouting and screaming and these inhumane people. Can they not even allow me to grief in private.

Veer on the other hand was clutched by the constables and a senior inspector as they dragged us into the station. Seriously what's this happening?

The grip on my hair loosens as she drops me near the Officer in charge's table, mouthing "Sir"
He nods as the constable lets go of Veer's hands.

I see Krish, Adya and Parth sitting on the chairs. Krish's fiery red eyes glaring at me. Only if looks could kill. Parth and Adya's faces clearly inscribed with hatred. Surely these dickheads have spilled some nonsense to the police.

"Oh Miss Manzoor you're crying" Officer taunts. Heck I am. My sister just passed away and you people have dragged me here. "Won't you phone your daddy now to save you? After killing your sister?" His voice stern cold. Lifelessness showcasing his eyes.

"Why would I do that tell me?"

"You tell us your interesting story." He turns to Veer "Is it false that your classmate overheard you saying about some plan?"

He points to Adya. Bloody eavesdropping.

"Ask me whatever you want. Spare him" I find myself coming at the fore.

"Really Zaira Manzoor so will you please explain?". His hands now dug around his armpits.

I gulp the massive lump accumulated near my throat. "We were about to run away". I mumble.

"Pardon me?"

"I and Veer wanted to elope. Our stupid families would never accept this relationship of ours. And Zara was the only thorn in our paths. Although she had told me that she would be going far away from us I did not take her seriously. Now that she was gone I wanted to execute this plan. That was the plan Veer was talking about"

"Liar! Bloody liar" Krish screeches. I literally narrow my eyes at him.

"Calm down Krish Singhania." Ajay turns to me "Did she mention where she would be going?"

I shake my head in denial.

"She was also about to run away with her boyfriend?"

"I have no idea Officer"

"She had a boyfriend?"

"Yes I doubted that"

Adya taps the table hard as she stands up "Liar. Your sister was being screwed by the Professor.. You know that"

"Mind your tongue, Adya" I snap my fingers at her "Mind your tongue. Do not use such terms for my dead sister"

It was now Krish who stands up to speak "Isn't it strange that you are suddenly feeling too affectionate for the sister you hardly exchanged words with and mostly fought with?"

It was now my turn to stay silent..

"Was she dating Professor Anurag?" The officer interrogates.

"I don't think so. I think her boyfriend was someone from our class"

The officer grimaces. And then laughed in mockery.. "your sweet innocent sister dated someone and fucked somebody else. And you who hated her to the core is saying that you were waiting for her to go away. Anything else?"

"She is not lying. Our families would never consent to us" It was Veer who spoke now. I know that my guy will never keep his mouth shut when someone raises a finger on me.

"Why? For this Hindu-Muslim angle?" He laughed "Or the middle class-rich angle? You guys should be appointed as script writers in commercial Hindi movies"

His gaze now cruel and cold. He orders "Arrest them now"

"No need of that!"

All of our heads turn to face the voice from behind who is here to defend us?

Emma Wilson?

Emma's POV

I forward slow and steady steps towards the table as Verma grins at me. There is probably no word with which I can depict how much I hated this police officer ever since Daddy's arrest..

I cried and shouted that Daddy cannot be involved in fraud cases but he taunted me saying that rich girls brain cannot think beyond brands. But seeing the current scenario I think he was right. I was too blind in my fatherly love..

"Miss Wilson!" He mocked "So such a sweet picture."

I slam the diary I was carrying along with to this table. I do not utter anymore word but all of the eyes turn to the diary.

"Whats that?" He asked.

"Zara Manzoor's diary?"

"How did you get that?"

_Flashback_

"I have an idea" Adya speaks and holds Parth's hands in excitement but leaves soon after meeting my eyes "I have an idea"

"And what's that?" I ask.

She explains us that she saw Zara's locker open so maybe there could be something confidential stored up. I mean first Anurag and then Zara, we are more like detectives in Agatha Christie's Mystery and less like college students..

"Shit there is guy in front of her locker" Parth says.

"This time I am not gonna flirt and keep him busy" I declare. Adya pouts.

"But Emma" She blurts I cut her midway "Its your turn today"

Adya makes a sad face and then agrees.. She calls the guy by making a seductive posture and the man being a man smilingly greets her call.

Parth and I in the mean time ransack her locker. She had an iPod, an earphone and a diary.

"What to do with it?" Parth asks.

"Let us sit and read together?" I offer. By the time Adya had come rushing to us..

"Adya?"

"Guys Mom made a call, I have to go"

"But the diary?"

She gives the diary an overlook and runs her hand through it.

"You take it with you and tell me what did you find, okay? Gotta go"
Without waiting for my response, Adya hands over the diary and runs out of the trace of eyes.

_Flashback ends_

Officer Verma hums while nodding.

"And did you read that?" He asked.

"No I was just flipping the pages and in the last entry of the diary she wrote that she was going to run away" I say crossing my arms against my chest.

"So we are supposed to believe Veer-Zaira's cock and bull story?" Krish heads near me. I nod.

"They are not lying. Read the entire entry you'll know" I say. Sighing.

"So?" Officer asks.

"I think the criminal is already imprisoned" I try to utter as my eyes start to well up "You just need another charge sheet to file" damn my voice is breaking "For Steve Wilson"

I sniffled.

"Of course we did not forget Steve Devil Wilson. The most malevolent specimen in Mussohrie. But do not teach us our duty. You guys leave its not your cafeteria"

This guy might be right but he has got the rudest way to reveal truths and it hurts.....fucking hurts.

And damn why was I crying. Because Daddy would not be called a fraud merely but also a murderer? Or because he might never come home again..? No Emma, this man doesn't deserve your tears.

I feel comforting arms wrapped around me. It undoubtedly was Krish. I look up to him in moistened eyes. His eyes bore concern and care for me.

"Hey my brave girl you are not crying?" He cups my face with his left hand. He has no idea that he is making me cry more by doing that. I shake my head.

"I can't see tears in your eyes. Not now. Not ever" He utters making me cry harder. I was never a crybaby. Oh I hate this side of myself so much..

Krish's POV

Fucked up.

In short everything is fucked up.

Each of our lives too. Zaira, Veer, Emma, Mine, Anurag and..Zara too.

But I do not want Emma to bear the burn of all these. What was her fault. She doesn't deserve this.
I wrap my arms around her as we start to walk out of the station.

"I told you shouldn't dig deeper. Let police conduct the investigation, okay?" I ask her rocking in my arms. She gives a curt nod.

"Now whose my brave girl?" I ask.
She replied in silence.

"Whose my brave girl?" I ask again.

"Me" She replies in a choked voice....damn. My heart wails and weeps seeing her so broke. She shouldn't cry she is my brave girl.

"What is happening over here?" I turn to see the person speaking here. Emma pulls herself out of my arms as she faces my brother.
He had always been thinking that I am dating Emma and now his hypothesis will appear true. Damn.

Parth comes forward and answers ,"I think you know that Zara was murdered?"

Kabir runs his hand over his messy brown hair as he scratches his temple "Hell yeah" He sighs "But what are you doing here?". His eyes now inquiring me.

Shit Krish, you are doomed. Dad should not know the reason.

"Ummm.."I ruffle my hair and scratch my temples in thoughts. We brothers have this signature way of expressing anxiousness. "Actually she was Parth's girlfriend, so the police needed his statements and we cannot leave him here alone in this condition"

Adya, Emma and Parth are taken aback by surprise. Especially Parth who narrows his eyes at me giving me the you-are-gone look. I know its a blatant lie but only he can save me from my brother's wrath.

He turns to Parth. "Really Parth? A Manzoor girl after all these?"

He nods without looking up.

Kabir Bhai sighs and we see an SUV car flashing across the station. The car door opened by the driver and someone stepping out.

Kabir's POV

That was something I had been fearing yet anticipating the most. I see her draped in a Black blazer and pants . Her red wavy bouncy hair cascading up to her waist, enhanced the elegance of her aristocratic features. A sun glass veiled her beautiful eyes.

I would agree that Manzoors equate destruction but these girls....This is the reason for which My, Veers and maybe even Parth's heart was snatched by their classic beauty..

"Zakira!" A girl mumbles which I guess is Zaira Manzoor.

Zakira comes to a halt seeing her but damn. Zaira's face turn rightwards due to the slap her sister bestowed with.

"Zakira?" She snarls.

"No.. No excuses Zaira. You are planning to run away after killing your sister?" Zakira warns.

"Zakira listen" she was stopped midway by her sister. "Shut the fuck up. At times I wish you weren't our blood. At times I wish you had died instead of her. Such a stigma to our family!". Zakira looks away in disgust. Manzoor girls and their offensive tongue.

Her eyes meeting mine for a second before I turn away....no.. I cant get swayed away again..

"Lets go Krish" I said.

"But bhai Emma?" He asks.

"I hope Parth won't mind dropping your girlfriend" I say watching their reaction. Krish rolls his eyes. Parth chuckles.

I have known Emma since childhood she might be the daughter of a devil but at least... My brother will not face destruction like me..

I hand over my bike keys to Parth and storm out with Krish in Dad's car.

Parth's POV

Krish had left but Zaira's sister was making a complete scene in the police station, these Manzoors are just so messed up. I fell bad for Veer though he was just standing there frozen as the two girls shouted at each other. Soon Zaira was being pulled out of the station by her sister. Veer rushed behind them and we followed, She pushed her into the car and locked the door. Veer tried to talk to her but Zakira looked dangerously at him and said.

"Stay away from my sister" and got in the car and drove away leaving a heartbroken Veer behind.

"This is so messed up" Adya said.

"Totally" Emma said.