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Night time rolled around as the family settled into their new house.

They had reached Islamabad around noon and had gotten the keys to their house, boxes filled with memories, and their belongings were brought by the helpers as they settled into the small house.

The house wasn't that spacious. However, it had a cosy feeling to it. Unlike last time, they had found a decently nice house in a nice neighbourhood. However, they all missed Karachi a lot.

Mirha lay on her new bed as she thought of the recent events. The soft clicking of her door opening brought her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the figure of her mother, who shut the door behind her.

Mirha had locked herself in her room yet again, not wanting to interact with anyone yet, so maira decided to take measures into her own hand.

"Mirha, you didn't come down for dinner. Why? She asked her daughter, who still laid with her back now facing the mother.

"I wasn't hungry, Mama." She spoke silently.

Maira sighed and laid on the bed next to her daughter, her back also facing her daughter.

It was a thing they did, not wanting to see each other while they spilt their hearts out, they would lie facing the opposite wall and just talk. Both of them had guilt crawling up their throats.

Guilt for putting her family in such a situation.

Guilt for not being able to protect her daughters.

Mirha had sensed her mother laying on her bed, her eyes watered as she started speaking.

"I feel awful - ma- mama -i-I don't know what to say.."

"Say whatever you feel, mirha, talk to me. What is bothering you, dear?" Her mother knew what was bothering her, but she still wanted her to speak out about her feelings.

"I feel guilty for putting you all in such a situation..I-first that incident and then-Alee-Aleena and now the move." Spoke the brunette as soft cries left her mouth.

"But Mirha, you weren't the one who put us through that. It was those men."

"No- Mama, they came after me-I-I was responsible." Cried Mirha as she closed her eyes to stop the tears.

"Exactly, Mirha, they came after you, you didn't go after them, meri jaan." Spoke the mother softly as she turned and hugged her daughter's crying form close to her chest.

"Bad things happen, and it's a part of life. It's what we have to live with. Thanks to Allah, we were saved that day - it's not okay, but we will survive. You don't have to feel guilty about something that wasn't your fault."

Her mother's words were all she wanted to hear. She felt much better after their talk. The talk was small, yes, but more words didn't need to be exchanged as they both understood.

After spending about an hour just talking, in between which Aleena too had shown up, both Aleena and the mother got up to leave Mirha's room when Maheen remembered something important.

"Mirha, did you call Heemayal to tell her about us arriving?" Asked the mother, chuckling as she saw her daughter's face morph into that of pure horror.

Heemayal!

Mirha had completely forgotten about her best friend! She felt terrible, not remembering the sweet girl whose lunch she always stole and ate.

Glancing at the clock that told her it was past bedtime, she decided to call her crime partner tomorrow first thing in the morning.

Praying then changing into her pyjamas, the girl slumped down on her bed, laying and falling into a deep slumber unaware of the havoc her platonic half was about to wreak the next morning.