'Ek galti roz kar rahe hai hum,
Joh milega nahi, uss pe mar rahe hai hum.'
Third Person's POV:
Two days later..
"AMMI! AMMI, BACHAU, AMMI!!" A nine year old, Altan screamed on the top of his lungs.
"Chilla mat, haramkhor!" Adnan whipped the belt on the boy's back, mercilessly.
The boy wailed and thrashed in pain. Another lash of the thick strap of leather had him choking on his saliva.
Fat tears rolled down the boy's red cheeks and the whole mental hospital could hear his loud cries and do nothing in return.
"Ab ghar jane ka kahega?" Adnan seethed in anger and struck the belt on Altan's spine ruthlessly, earning an agonizing howl from the little boy whose dirty t-shirt tore due to the continuous whiplash.
Not being able to give an answer, Altan shook his head as his body ached and vibrated with violent tremors.
Adnan pulled the little child's hair mercilessly and jerked his head up, "Zaban chala apni! BOL!"
A new set of thick tears released through those sea green eyes as the pain in his head reached a certain level where his body started to feel light.
"N..na..nahi, ka..ka..kar..karunga." he hiccuped.
Adnan jerked him off harshly and backed up.
He looked at the condition of his son. Altan was covered up in dirt as Adnan brought him down in the mental asylum's basement, a day ago.
His t-shirt was ripped apart from places. His back had fresh prints of the lashes. His whole body, especially his face was burning in red pigment. Snort ran down the little boy's nose as he wept in agony.
The room in which Altan was kept was filled with filth. There were a number of rats, cockroaches, lizards and spiders crawling on the floor or wall.
Adnan smirked, "Mard banega ab."
He stood up to his height and kicked Altan in the stomach, earning a wrenching scream from him.
He left the basement and Altan clutched his stomach, groaning in pain.
Adnan stood outside the room and changed the temperature of the cell, dropping it to 2.3â° C.
Gradually, the room began to lose it's normal temperature and it began to freeze.
Altan's little body began to shiver and the pain intensified a hundred times more due to the cold hitting his sore frame.
He tried to gather himself but couldn't move a single muscle. He brought his legs up to his chest, curling himself into a ball.
His teeth chattered and he hugged his body more firmly.
Altan felt something tickling his arm and a movement near his foot.
He slightly moved his head and yelped horrifically, seeing a cockroach on his chubby arm and a big fat ass rat, sniffing his foot.
He jumped to his feet and he violently slapped his hand and kicked his feet in the air.
He moved to a corner with every part of his body throbbing in agony. Bringing his legs to his chest, Altan buried his head between his legs.
Heavy sobs released through his body and he hiccuped, "Allah, m..miya! mu..mujhe ek na..nam..namaz cho..chodne ki it..itni ba..badi sa..saza ma..mat do."
Altan's eyes opened in a jiffy and he gasped loudly. He only slept for two hours after staying awake for the whole night as sleep was miles away from his sight.
He closed his eyes and breathed heavily. Opening his eyes, he threw the comforter away and stood up.
He walked in his room in hopes to calm his racing heart. He rubbed his face and wiped the sweat off of his neck.
The heart aching words, the torture, the pain, the ruthlessness of his father kept wandering in his mind, suffocating the life out of him.
It wasn't the first time for him to face these nightmares. He was almost used to them but whenever they appeared, they brought back his past.
His past where he lost his childhood, his innocence, his dreams and his loved one.
His nightmares were a reminder.
He moved to the window and stood behind that one way mirror glass where the vision of the outside world was clear for him but the others could only see their own reflection or the scenery of their surroundings.
He would have opened it and inhaled the fresh air which would have made his insides feel a little better but neither he was wearing his lenses nor his fake beard, so he couldn't take the risk of anybody seeing his real side.
His gaze directly fell on the woman who was responsible for bringing a hurricane into his life which hasn't calmed down yet.
The beating of his heart calmed down and his breathing stabilized. His body felt lightweight and the burden fell off his mind.
It didn't hurt or choke him anymore because she was there smiling and dancing in the aangan freely, without any care in the world.
He raked his hand through his jet black hair and admired her through the distance.
Mahoor was wearing a chikankari white anarkali and silver jhumkas dangled in her ears as her body moved in a rhythm to the loud music blaring through the speakers.
Her long hair was tied in a braid, soft tendrils of those silky locks framing her chubby face.
'Ma Sha Allah,' he muttered under his breath.
He crossed his hands on his bare, not so hairy chest and leaned his head narrowly on right.
"Arey, Zorawar! Right pair aage karo!" Mahoor yelled and Altan swore that everybody in the town would have heard her voice, if he got to hear it while the music blared through those speakers and the window was shut.
She wasn't one of those women, who softened their voice or seduced him through her gaze to get him to talk to him.
Mahoor was always very natural and spontaneous with him. She treated him equally as she behaved with others.
Even if they'd had a conversation, the pitch of her laugh or voice wouldn't waver down. The bar of her true individuality only kept rising up.
His lips slightly tugged up, seeing Zorawar running behind Mahoor with a thin bamboo stick for calling him by his name.
He remembered it because it happened at their first meeting.
Arya entered the room and saw Altan gazing out of the window. He walked to where Altan was and stood beside him.
He followed his gaze and saw what Altan was staring at. Arya exhaled a breath of distress.
"Jitna usey dekhoge, utna hi uski taraf kheeche chale jaoge."
Altan didn't waver his gaze away from Mahoor, who was busy teaching dance to her cousins.
"Nahi bhi dekhu, tab bhi uski ore kheecha chala jaa raha hu."
"Chod do ye zid, Altan. Tum bhi iss baat se waqif ho ki agar tumne ussey apni biwi ka khitab doge, usey apni rangeen duniya se alag kar, uski khushiyo ka qatl karke tum usey apne maslo mein qaid kar loge. Tum Sultan banoge aur tumhari biwi ka bhi mafia mein Mallika ka maqam hai. Tumhari gair maujudgi mein, Mallika ne hi sare faisle lene hai aur Mahoor yeh sab bardasht kya, dekh bhi nahi payegi jo hum karte hai."
Altan averted his gaze from Mahoor and looked at Arya with an emotionless face, "Hogaya? Ya fir aur kuch add karna chahenge aap apni ted talk mein?"
Arya scoffed and Altan raised his one eyebrow, "Tum ekattees saal ke ho aur fir bhi bacho ki tarah zid pakad ke baithe ho!"
Altan shifted his body towards Arya's vision and shook his head lightly, "Pehli baat toh zid aur umar ka aapas mein koi lena dena hai nahi. Aur baat rahi Mahoor ki," He turned at the window and his stare caught Mahoor, "Tum iss maamle se dur raho. Mujhe jo sahi lagta hai, main wohi karte aaya hu aur wohi karunga."
Arya's face dampened in worry, he stepped forward Altan, blocking his sight of Mahoor.
"Main kaise dur rahu yeh masle se jab tumhari zindagi ka sawal ho? Zimmedari ho tum meri! Samjhe tum? Fizool baat nahi kia karo mere saath. Tum jante ho, tum mere liye kya ho. Fir bhi mujhe yeh sab keh rahe ho?"
Altan stepped away and turned his back to him. Moving towards the nightstand of the table, he picked up the packet of cigarettes and removed one. Lighting it up, he inhaled the toxic stick and released the smoke.
"Saath dena hai nahi, toh apne khyalat apne paas rakho. Tumhari razamandi mujhe chahiye nahi aur aakhir mein hona to wohi hai, jo main chahunga."
Arya looked away and he murmured in despair, "Aur main Azyan ko kya jawab dunga?"
As he was about to take a puff of smoke, Altan's hand ceased in the air. His jaw clenched and his whole demeanor tensed.
"Tum khud socho agar aaj Azyan humare darmiyan hoti, toh kya tum yeh kadam uthate?"
Altan resumed his smoking and sat down on the bed. He once again let his lungs consume the toxic air and his other hand forked his hair.
He looked at Arya with red eyes. Azyan was a sensitive topic, she brought peace and pain together but here, her name should have at least brought some tranquility to him but it didn't and he understood that Arya was manipulating by doing good for Mahoor.
He smirked inwardly at his tactics but he admired how he was looking out for Mahoor who didn't mean anything to him. He was still trying to save her from the destructive world they lived in.
Altan stood up and walked towards the nightstand and placed the useless stick in the ashtray and removed another one from the packet.
He was an avid smoker who finished twenty or maximum thirty cigarettes in a day, depending on his mood.
He placed the cigarette between his lips, "Tareeka accha hai manipulation ka," he lit the cigarette and turned towards Arya. He released a cloud of gust. His eyes squinted and he scratched his eyebrow, "Par mujh pe kaam nahi karenge. Kindergarten ke baccho pe karna try, shayad woh bacche sun le tumhari."
Arya groaned in annoyance. Here, he was looking out for two people. One, who was his only family and he didn't want to label it but his everything, Altan. Two, who he just met four days ago, Mahoor.
But his advice wasn't valued instead they were termed as manipulations which hurt him a bit because he was genuinely concerned.
"Tum samajhne ko taiyar nahi ho meri.." his words were interrupted by the loud doorbell which rang again.
"Main dekh ke aaya, yeh avatar mein," he gestured to Altan's bare self, "tum apni muh dikhai kisiko nahi kar sakte."
Altan glared at Arya who just walked past him in nonchalance.
As now, Arya went to the door to check who the unwelcoming guest was, Altan moseyed over the window to take a look at Mahoor.
He peered through the window glass over the aangan and disappointment smacked his whole form as there was no sight of Mahoor.
The other little girls were practicing and his gaze wandered around the aangan but she wasn't there. He stretched his neck a bit to check if she was on the terrace but there was no trace of her.
Arya entered the room and rolled his eyes, seeing Altan at the window again. He wasn't dumb, he knew with what intentions Altan went there.
Arya clapped his hands and yelled, "Oh, Mirzaya!" Altan turned around, "Tumhari Saiba neeche car mein hai apne bhai ke saath aur wait kar rahi hai hum dono ka kyun ke woh, Zorawar aur Seyran lunch karne bahar jaa rahe hai, isiliye Seyran aayi thi humein saath chalne ka kehne."
"Oh." Altan looked back at the window and saw an SUV car near the gate of the Noor-E-Jahan bungalow.
He threw the cigarette in the ashtray and without saying anything went to the bathroom to get ready while all the time Arya expected him to say a word but got silence instead.
Arya shook his head, "Pyaar hua nahi toh yeh haal hai, jab hoga na tab pata chalega," he looked at the locked bathroom door, "Girte kyu iske maslo mein baal hai."
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"Yeh rahe menus, joh order karna hai karo." All five people sat together in the family section of the restaurant, Shadab.
Seyran grabbed the menu and murmured, "Yeh Shadab ponchte ponchte, itna late hojayega yeh na pata tha."
Mahoor hummed, "I agree. Sara credit," she looked at Zorawar,"bhaiya ji ki SUV ko jata hai. Agar uska tire puncture na hua hota toh hum time pe ponch gaye hote."
Zorawar pulled Mahoor's hair which was peeking out from the shawl at which Mahoor winced.
"Kamaskam, tumhari ek baat sun ke idhar le toh aaya hu. Uss baat ka shukar toh ada kar lo, na shukri aurat!"
Mahoor rubbed her head and pointed a finger at him, "Ay, Zorawar! Andar kar dungi domestic violence ke case mein."
Zorawar's eyebrows raised at her attitude while Seyran, Arya and Altan sat there, hearing them bicker.
"Tu fir se mujhe naam se bulayi?"
"Haa"
"Tu ruk." Zorawar raised himself from his seat just to annoy her further but Mahoor bounced up from her seat and walked fast to the vacant space on the sofa on which Altan was sitting.
There were three sofas, one was occupied by Mahoor and Seyran, the other was taken by Zorwar and Arya and Altan didn't mind sitting alone but secretly wished Mahoor to be by his side and guess what?
His prayers were answered.
"Main na hil rahi ab yaha se".
Seyran rolled her eyes at Mahoor and Zorawar scoffed.
Mahoor's sleeved covered hand brushed against Altan's.
Arya looked at Altan to see his reaction but the man had no expression on his face.
Arya's eyes fell on Altan's bare hand as his sleeves were folded up. His eyes widened seeing the hair on Altan's veiny hand standing as his milky white skin was garnished with goosebumps.
He palmed his face in despair, 'Gone case hai yeh ladka ab.'
"Mahoor, tum Haider ki shanti hi bhank karogi apne chikni chupdi baaton se. Toh chup chap se waha se utho aur Seyran ke paas aa ke baitho."
Zorawar didn't forget the fact that Altan was still a mafia guy and how dangerous that man was.
Before Mahoor could keep her point forward, Altan jumped in. "Koi masla nahi hai. Let her sit here," He looks at Mahoor and back at Zorawar, "Kisi se toh mehfil jami rehni chahiye na."
"Dekha! Zor bhai ko qadr na hai meri par Haider bhai ko toh hai."
Arya snorted and covered his mouth, hiding his laugh and at an instant Altan's eyes snapped at him. Arya wiggled his brows teasing him more at the mention of the term 'bhai.'
Mahoor pulled on Altan's sleeves and batted her lashes at him "Hai na, Haider bhai?"
He gulped down seeing those almond orbs staring at him with those puppy eyes. His mind was a mess right now. The woman called him 'bhai' which made him angry and at the same time those brown pools of hers which were wet with delight and innocence, hauled him towards her.
Altan nodded dumbfounded and looked away, not wanting to make it obvious.
"Fine." Zorawar muttered and shifted beside Seyran, giving her his company while Arya sat there looking at the menu.
The waiter came and noted everyone's order precisely. It was Mahoor's turn to place the order.
"Umm.. Salad?"
"Koi zarurat nahi hai ghas phuss khane ki." Seyran threw daggers at Mahoor's way, making her irritated.
Seyran turned to Zorawar, "Subah se madam ne nashta nahi kia hai yu hi bhooke pait inka dance practice ho raha tha aur..."
"Main sab ke plate se kuch na kuch khaa lungi, Seyran." Mahoor said through gritted teeth.
"Waiter, yeh dono ko ignore karo, ek aur mandi le aau." Zorawar mandated. The waiter noted everything and left.
Zorawar sighed, "Eating won't kill you, not eating will."
Tension built-up in the atmosphere and Altan could feel it as the trio had something going on. He looked at the three of them, Zorawar and Seyran had worried plastered to their faces whereas Mahoor was fidgeting her fingers quietly.
Cheeriness left her body which he could see by how sour she looked.
"Weight put on nahi hoga.."
"Bhai, woh rishte ka kuch keh rahe the na aap?" Seyran changed the topic and Mahoor breathed the air of relief, thanking her in her mind.
But Altan understood everything very clearly. He didn't have to use his brain here precisely and he got to know that she was eating less or basically starving herself by not eating.
The curiosity to know about her kept increasing. He was intrigued and he wanted to know every single thing about her.
Zorawar peered at Mahoor who was very quiet and he didn't like how she went all silent because of his one statement. He knew how much it took her to stand on sixty kilos as once she stood on seventy- three and he was the one who made her a diet chart and gradually, she came in form.
The bullying, the taunts, the insults were never forgotten by Mahoor. The girl was put down for being healthy, having a wheatish complexion and even for her profession.
He felt remorse, so he tried to lighten up the mood and also get rid of the thick stiff air.
"Haa, rishta toh aaya hai par Mahoor ke liye."
Altan choked on the water he was sipping on, Mahoor's eyes widened and snapped at Zorawar.
Arya's eyes got filled with mirth. Today was the day he was enjoying the most. He clicked his tongue and folded his hands on his chest, "Sambhal ke pani piyo, Haider miya. Kuch cheezein hazam hone main waqt leti hai."
Altan fingers curled into a tight fist and he kicked Arya under the table at which his face grimaced with pain and Altan smirked.
"Oh, main na kar rahi shadi kisi se bhi." Mahoor stated in a loud voice.
"Pure Shadab hotel ko nahi sunana hai. Dheere baat karo."
"Shadab ko kya pure Hyderabad ko sunaungi mujhe shadi nahi karni."
'Ab aayi na yeh mood mein.' Zorawar thought.
"Bal vivah karoge aap mera?"
Zorawar scoffed,"Kaunse angle se tum balak lagti ho? Ikkis saal ki ghodi ho aur legal age hai yeh."
"Umar se nahi lagti bacchi toh kya hua? Dil aur dimag se toh hu! Maine nahi karni kisi ko bhi haa."
Zorawar drummed his fingers on the table, "Soch lo, Mahoor. Ladka rehta Mumbai mein hi hai aur acha khasa doctor hai."
Mahoor rolled her eyes, "Doctor hai toh kahe usey ki dusro ka ilaj karein, mera ilaj nahi karwana maine ussey. Jab aayega mera waqt tab dhund lungi kisi ko."
She folded her hands on her chest, "Aur mujhe shadi hi nahi karni kisi se bhi. Pehle khud karo, budhe ho gaye ho aap."
Seyran sniggered and Zorawar's lips straightened into a thin line.
"Choti behen kunwari hai isiliye yeh bhai budha ho raha hai. Ek baar tumhari doli uth jaye na toh main bhi kisi ke ghar barat le jaunga."
"Toh raho kunware zindagi bhar."
Altan sat there just listening to them and the urge to find that candidate and beat the shit out of him was getting out of his hands but he was glad that Mahoor didn't give in.
"Haider, ab tumhi samjhau apni behen ko ki ek dafa mil ke iss ladke se, dekh le, baat kar le. Kya pata shayad woh isey pasand aa jaye."
Out of everything Altan only heard, 'Apni behen.'
'Sale, madarch*d! Dost ho ke meri hi l*ude laga raha hai.'
The macho man had no chill today. The amount of curses were just piling up in his head.
Arya was having the time of his life. The scene playing in front of him was too hilarious as he knew the backstory and he just couldn't control the violent chortles leaving his mouth.
He laughed and his body vibrated and everyone on the table looked at him, confused except Altan whose body was on fire.
Seyran smiled a bit, "Aryan bhaiya, aap hass kyu rahe hai?"
Arya came down from his high and he shook his head, "Ek purani baat yaad aa gayi thi bass aur kuch nahi."
"Oh, okay."
"Arey, Haider. Samjhau na apni behen ko." Arya cooed and Altan swore to take the revenge from him once he got him alone.
Mahoor shook her head desperately,"Nahi, nahi, Haider bhai. Mujhe kuch nahi samjhana. Maine kisiko kahi nahi dekhna hai. Main toh valima ke baad agli raat ko hi chaldi Seyran ke saath, Philippines. Kisi mard ko apne gale mein dalna hai nahi, khud zindagi nahi jiu kya ab main?"
'Ab yeh bhi zeher lag rahi hai! Bhai, bhai, bhai!' Altan thought.
Seyran And Zorawar chuckled together, "Arey mazak kar rahe the tumhare saath. Pata tha isi tarah phootogi."
Mahoor scoffed and Altan sneered at the brother-sister duo. They sure as hail gave them both a heart attack.
Mahoor grabbed the tissues and by making a ball of it, she threw on Zorawar and Seyran, "Mere emotions ke saath khelna is not funny."
"Badan ke kone kone mein attack aa gaya mereko." Mahoor exaggerated and Altan felt like removing his gun shooting them both in the head as not only Mahoor but Altan got played too.
The waiter arrived with their chicken mandi and served each one of them.
The helper was about to put the chicken on Mahoor's plate but she stopped him, "Kyu jale pe namak chidak rahe ho, bhai? Inko hi khane do yeh sab."
The waiter shrugged and left from there by keeping the plate on the table.
They all started eating but Altan was keen to know the reason behind Mahoor not having chicken on the plate.
He ate a morsel and cleared his throat, "Tum vegetarian ho?"
Mahoor shook her head, "Nahi. Braces lag ke sirf ek hafta hua hai aur dentist ne kaha hai teen hafto tak avoid karna hai non-veg."
Altan nodded and Mahoor continued while she chewed her food, "Dil toh bhot hai mera khane ka par dil ko maarna padega tab ja kar thodi asani hogi mujhe."
"Sun rahe ho, Haider? Dil ko maarna padega tab ja kar thodi asani hogi." Arya said and Altan threw daggers through his eyes on his way.
'Isey 6 feet zameen ke andar dafan kar ke mere bechain dil ko qarar aayega.'
"Nahi, Aryan bhaiya. Khane ke maamle mein dil ko maarna chahiye woh bhi agar health issues hai tab waha asani hogi. Par dusre mamlat mein dil se faisle aur dil hi se sochna chahiye." Mahoor said and Altan smirked.
"Suna aapne, Aryan bhaiya?" Altan emphasized the word bhaiya in a taunting manner.
Arya bobbed his head and lifted his spoon,"Aap ki baat sahi hai, Mahoor."
"Accha, accha dil vagaira sab side rakhein. Humari traditional game khelein." Seyran said and passed the plate of Mandi to Zorawar.
Arya and Altan shared a look at each other while Mahoor and Zorawar swallowed the food.
Arya arched an eyebrow, "Kaun si?"
"Jab bhi hum kuch khane bahar jate hai, hum bass kehte hai spill your intrusive thoughts joh aap khate hue soch rahe ho aur woh bhi ek saath mein. No matter what it is, you have to say it honestly."
Zorawar served the rice on his plate to himself, "Aur Mahoor ke intrusive thoughts toh astaghfirullah hote hai."
Mahoor threw a lemon on his plate, "I speak my mind."
"Bhot ganda mind." Seyran and Zorawar said in unison.
During the whole lunch, Altan preferred listening to Mahoor and any other voice of anyone else was now pricking his ears. Even the rattling sound of crockery was piercing his brain.
Since he was used to eating alone and the whole conversation was dreading his ears but Mahoor's voice and him getting attention from her was what kept him going.
He didn't want to go back to that place which meant departing from Mahoor but he wanted to tape the other three people's mouths and listen to Mahoor's rant about anything.
"Chalo, should we start?" Seyran asked.
Everyone nodded and Seyran reminded them, "Countdown khatam hote hi, sabne saath mein kehna hai, okay?"
"Yes, captain!" Mahoor cheered.
"3, 2, 1, GO!"
"I wish I had a sugar daddy, so I wouldn't have to work so hard."
"Oh how wonderful it would be to be fed by Virat kohli!"
"Shut the fuck up you all."
"Biryani over this bekar mandi any day."
"I want to be a Barbie."
Everyone's eyes snap at Mahoor and Arya.
"Maine kaha tha na bhot ganda mind speak hota hai yeh ladki ka!" Zorawar exclaimed
Mahoor ignored their stares and perching her chin on her left hand, she asked Arya, "Aapko kyu barbie banna hai?"
Altan sat there trying to adjust the information of Arya and Mahoor. They both were equally shocking but Mahoor's thought brought a tornado in his being.
"It's because agar main kisi ladki ko kahu, Hi, Barbie! Woh mujhe bolegi, Hi, Ken! Jisey sunne mein itna maza nahi jitna Hi, Barbie! sunne aur kehne mein hai!"
Mahoor raised her free hand in the air and Arya slapped his hand on hers, giving a solid high five to her.
"Je, baat! Iss pe toh main bhi agree karti hu."
"Par Haider bhaiya, yeh kaisa intrusive thought tha aapka?"
Altan lazily played with the spoon and the rice, "Kyon ki main khamoshi zyada pasand karta hu."
"Chalo aapke liye khamoshi dhoond dete hai kyu ki hamare rehte hue toh woh aap ko milne se rahi." Mahoor smiled sheepishly.
'Tum bolte raho, tumhare saath khamoshiyan chubti hai.' Altan murmured in his mind.
Pouring the water in the glass, Zorawar lifted his eyes, "Sahi kaha, Mahoor ne. Dekho khud home theater system tumhare kareeb hi baitha hai, kaha se tumhe qarar naseeb hoga."
Mahoor's face scrunched in annoyance and she whined, "Bhai!"
She looked adorable and Altan's finger itched to pinch her chubby cheeks.
"Bhai, dayi bandh karo. Jaldi khana khatam karo, raat ko haldi hai. Ghar jaake taiyar bhi toh hona hai."
"Ho gaya, mera. Aap mardo ko waqt lag raha hai, mai aur Seyran toh farigh hogaye hai."
They continued to have a little chit chat about several topics and the whole time Altan would add a word or two. He'd hear Mahoor blabber about anything and the presence of others, blurred away.
He didn't want to accept it but in the corner of his heart, he knew she was spreading in each cell of his body like a disease which would block every sense of his being.
He was already corrupted with evilness and he knew she was far away from it.
Altan could see the purity, kindness, generosity and many more adjectives, reflecting out on her.
She was filled with goodness.
And having a little bit of goodness in his ungodly life, wouldn't hurt him.
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I am late and I apologize for my tardiness. I had some assignments, umm.. I still have some assignments due to which I couldn't update.
I'm just waiting for this shadi thing to be over and for the story to take the DAMN TURN ð
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