Fanaa
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noun
~ total privation or loss; extinction; cessation.
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A groom endeavoured by his family name and honour, an absconding damsel carrying susceptible information that can dethrone the existence of a very illustrious political leade...
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marte honge laakhon aap par hum to aapke saath marna chahte hai ___
When Madiha was young, her Baba Jaan would sing lullabies to her sister and her. Well, they thought they were lullabies but they were just hums of songs from his time on this soil. Her Baba was quite huge, a Hulk of a man if you will. A police inspector by profession with the discipline and countenance of a dictator. He would be reduced to a soft gentle man, as he caressed his hand across her hair and hummed along the lyrics to his favorite qawali songs.
Her Amma was another story, Madiha was never all that much fond of her, because according to her mother ladkiyon jaisi harkatein kyu nahi karti, Madi. Isse accha to ladka hi payda kar leti main.
Madiha and her mother had always been at war, because of Madiha's lack of feminity. But, when the time came, the latter wouldn't let anyone utter anything harsh against her daughter.
Now that Madiha reminisced, maybe it was her Amma's anger that was embedded in her bones, the rage and defiance floating across her skin. Maybe her Amma just wanted to protect her, maybe she didn't want her daughter to face the ruthless world before being prepared for the battles coming her way. Maybe engulfed in her bitter words were pieces of reality that she herself had endured.
Alas, a lot of unresolved feelings floated across Madiha's mind as she twisted in her sleep. The same nightmare visiting her every now and then, causing her to toss and turn in heat. Feeling her bones heat up with the thirst of vengeance as the flickers of hot molten fire raged inside her closed eye lids, the awful screams echoing in her ears, causing them to bleed in agony.
Her Baba screaming for her Amma to wake up while he himself bleed on the floor beside her, the charcoal covered crying face of her sister as she held her ears which were seeping out crimson liquid.
Snapping her eyes open, Madiha sat up straight breathing heavily, a sheen layer of sweat covering her body as her arm throbbed with pain. The effect of the pain killers wearing off. Looking around the abandoned hundred square feet warehouse that they had taken shelter in, her eyes searched for him.
He was nowhere to be found nor were there any traces of his existence being there in the first place. Had he finally left her all alone? Sighing Madiha leaned her head against the moldy brick wall, breathing heavily to calm herself. Atleast he hadn't seen her losing her shit in sleep. So that's a plus point.
Like a genie being summoned, the man himself entered the warehouse, through the plastic tarp door, the rays of light streaming inside, indicating it was already morning.
"Shit! What has happened to you?" Those were the first words that left his mouth as he leaned down a few feet away from her, his forehead bunching up in tension.
