Adj~ mysterious and entrancing
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His breath got stuck in his throat as he held the pen above the paper, his eyes searching the room in hopes of having at least a glance of her face.
"Answer the maulvi" his father spoke.
"Son" his mot...
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Zoya's pov.
The rain was pelting on the city, melting away the residue of the chilliness in the air, Creating a curtain of rapidly pouring droplets from the sky. The clouds had forbidden to let any sign of light deep through them. All was gloomy much like me.
Roads were blocked and flights were cancelled, keeping the never ending storm in the city all transportation was blocked and halted, and so was my flight to Karachi.
I was suppose to leave weeks ago with the evidence that I still hide in my closet. The journey was meant to be completed with me winning my battle but from the looks of what was happening it seemed like even nature didn't want me stepping out of the house.
My constant absence in the gathering have caused a rift in the family. Baba has been trying to calm them down but after all what could I do. Something was wrong. Something was very dearly wrong and I didn't know if it the pending disaster or my overthinking.
It was coming full force I could feel it's fingers clutch onto me from the dark was but I couldn't let it hold me in. The sight from out of my window was blurry, disturbing, scary and calm at the same time.
The wedding was delayed for obvious reasons and the nikah was done two days prior to this weather clash.
Everyone was happy, even I was to some extent but the calls I've been receiving from Karachi were becoming burden over my chest.
The hearing were being done and Merzia had been doing what she could. It was the most recent hearing when all hell broke loose.
Tht case was continuously being flipped, the documents were rephrased, khan played his famous game of twisting the truth and tying his opponents tongues.
I couldn't be there physically but I could feel the tremor and stress of my lawyer from miles away. Her team was working harder, trying to play his game his way but he's too fast. He pulled all his card at the very end making me look like a fraud in the eyes of the court.
All that he was put into was now thrown over me and I couldn't stop it, because what he presented had left even me in a doubt that maybe that could've been true.
The panic attacks were coming back to me faster than I had anticipated, but loosing my mind wasn't something I could afford right now.
While the game of lies and deceit unfolded away from me something traumatic took my will to stand strong against them. Baba.
He collapsed. A week ago he had fainted and collapsed on the hallway floor. His heart was having a hard time keeping with all that was being put over his shoulders, my baggage to be precise.
