اک دم سے میری آنکھ کا نظارہ بدل گیا
جب وہ ٹیھک ہو کہ دوبارہ بدل گیا
باتیں بدل گئ، وہ لہجہ بدل گیا
آہستہ آہستہ وہ پھر سارا بدل گیا
Suddenly the view of my eye changed
When he dramatically changed again
Things changed, that tone changed
Gradually, he totally changed
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Hania always likes to scribble poetry on the dairy in the past, so when Minhaaj gave her the dairy in the morning after breakfast she hesitated to take it because deep down she doesn't want her old self to hit her like nostalgia.
But there is a saying "Old habits never die easily". So here she was sitting and writing the words that walking around in her head for so many years.
While writing this there was no specific person in her mind that's what she want to thought but her whole body scream that it's for that person only.
The person who lived in her heart for years. The person whom she taught how to write poetry. The person who left her without saying goodbye.
She put her pen down and glanced out of the window. The weather was chilly. The perfect time for her to give herself torture for being born.
Hania stood up and ambulated towards the balcony. She hugged herself and took a deep breath.
Today was her 15th day in this new house. Everything was like the old house that they use to live in happily but many people had left her now. And the word HAPPY was removed from her life. She started remembering her past. Her always not playing fair with her Baba. Always cheat in Ludo to make Minu happy. Teasing her cousins, always the one planning for trips, everyone respecting her, and all her relatives gives the example of her to their child "To become like Hania". Her Baba proud face on listening to those compliments by their relatives for Hania, her mother gets sulky because she didn't take rest from her job. Her Dadi Jaan kissing her forehead and giving her all the blessings.
Everything was flashing in front of her eyes like a movie scene. But the reality was bitter. In movies, the shooting ends, and everything will be back to normal but in real life, nothing could go back. You have to bear it for life.
To disturb the train of her thoughts her phone started to scream to pick it up. She walked inside and looked at her phone screen with creases on her forehead.
Landline number! She mumbled to herself. She picked it anyway because her best friend Fatima always calls her from a landline.
Hania does save her old landline number but Fatima recently changed her hospital so she thought maybe she was calling her.
Hello Fatima! Hania asked but she heard someone clearing his throat.
Hello!! Fatima! You there? Hania asked again but the other person declined the call.
Hania looked at her phone screen with weird expressions.
She brushed off all her thoughts and went down to the kitchen to make something for herself as she didn't eat her breakfast this morning. The main reason was Dadi Jaan. She didn't want to face her.
Hania stepped into the kitchen and started making an omelet for herself. Just in 5 minutes she made her breakfast, eat it, and washed all the dishes that she used while cooking it.
She was going upstairs when she heard something fall in Dadi Jaan's room.
Her heartfelt like someone just threw it out of the window.
YOU ARE READING
The Revenge Note
Mystery / ThrillerI just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too? ************ Minhaaj was a 22-year-old boy studying b.com li...
