DASTAANEY ZINDAGI

EPISODE TWO : CHAPTER 23 : TWISTED DOORKNOBS AND BAFFLED SITUATIONS

"She was killed... You killed her... YOU KILLED ME. " Saima yelled loudly as if her unconscious body had gained a new conscious soul.

"What. Who. Whom are you talking about and Saima..." Arsalan said as he was beyond confuse and baffled by the situation right in front of him but his concern was more for Saima then whoever dead person she is talking about. He came forward as he found the need for him to hold his crumbling wife.

"Don't... Don't act fool." Said Saima louder than before. Her voice was not trembling any more. Like the voice wasn't her. She seemed different. But how...

"Saima... we..." Arsalan went all silent. As he saw saima stood up. What made arsalan go all silent was he saw her eyes. Something he didn't saw until now in the dark. It were darker. Wild. Bigger and black. They didn't look human like. May be may be it were shadows. May be it was a glitch. Something might be wrong with his eyes. Thought arsalan.

"You all killed her. Sana. You killed her..." Saima yelled again with a frustration in her voice.

Arsalan now kept quite. As he heard her name. They past he was all running away stood in front of him now. Why all of sudden.

"How. Who told you" Arsalan said. Saima gave a mocking laught out.
"You... Still... Say the truth arsalan why you killed her..." Saima yelled as she began pulling her hairs out of her hair. Which were already a mess.

Her voice changed between the dimness and the darkness. As if she wasn't herself yet she wasn't anyone else either.

"You killed her. Because she was in between your freedom. You removed her cause she was the reason you were stuck. You wanted to move away. Away from her your responsibility. How come I never knew that. You. Killed her. You killed your wife." Saima openly accused him. Was they her subconscious thoughts that she had held up until now. Something that was stuck way behind her in back that even she never knew it.

"I... Saima..." He began but his phone rang. It was not necessary in situations to pick up any calls for him. But it was osmaan. And he still was baffled about everything around him. But he most also know that his sister is fine even though she doesn't seems fine. He picked it up...

"Arsalan. Shukar you picked up. Shayaan. Shayaan is here in hospital. I don't know what's going on." Osmaan's voice was shaky as if he was trying to hold a cry.
"Saima. She is not here. Shayaan is in ICU. I... what is happening Arsalan. Where is Saima. They say... the hospital people she left the place handing shayyan handover all blood covered... wait police is here... come here fast... Arsalan. Please" Osmaan said barely holding himself.

Arsalan was failing to keep himself straight on the ground. He had already gone crazy over the disappearance of his son and wife. But still every one around him gave him hope that Saima would be fine. Even osmaan said Saima will be home soon and would give the lamest excuse for her stupidly gone missing.

But now that reality had checked upon him. Knowing they might have gone kidnapped and now that when he himself is seeing his wife insane in front of himself and now knowing that his son is in ICU... He was having his world torn, ripped up part.

A smiling face of his son appeared. The face of shayyan when he was in hospital three months old he looked alone and timid after losing his mother. All the while arsalan watched him grow older alone. And now he thought he was going to lose his son again. He wasn't able to hold himself.

And now right in front him. Sat Saima. He has to be there for his son but before he has to shake Saima back to reality.

"Get a grip Saima. I didn't killed her or anyone..." Arsalan said as he now found himself back to reality. He too needed a grip.