"I'd even find you among a crowd of hundred people."
"𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑠 𝑘𝑎ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑘𝑦! Crowd of hundred people, 𝑡𝑢𝑚 value 𝑏𝑎𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑘𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑦𝑒 million 𝑏ℎ𝑖 𝑘𝑒ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑦."
Judgement is a discourse of narrow foresight. Which has yet...
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Gule stepped inside the familiar yet distant house of her mother, the cold feeling engulfed her but this time with the anxiety of unfolding answers to the past questions.
She was guided to the living room and told to wait there, just like the last time. The huge glass window gave a view of the front garden and garage, where Shaheer stood next to the car, waiting for her.
This time, he hadn't let her come alone. She felt her insides relax at the sight of him. I told him to wait in the car. She shook her head, watching him kick the ground, hands tied behind his back.
They'd spent the entire night talking, opening up about their feelings, lives, emotions, fears. It mostly included Gule ranting and rambling and him clearing out all her doubts.
Until she'd mentioned her mother and he told her about his interaction with her at the event. Her mother had called her back three times after she'd abruptly ended the call that day. It was surprising that she'd even approached Shaheer to ask about her.
This attention from her mother caused a stir in her heart. Her mother definitely knew about her father's past, but she'd never ever spoken about it. Knowing her nature, Gule wondered how she kept it inside.
Was it because, deep down, she cared about Gule? Then why did she abandon her like that? Why did she treat her like that? So she decided to meet her and clear things up by getting certain answers.
Her mother didn't make her wait for long. She entered wearing a silk gown with a shawl draped over her shoulders, hair in a loose bun. Her face was void of any make-up and Gule noticed the wrinkles forming around her eyes.
Sitting across from her, she carefully observed Gule's face. Gule realised she'd been doing the same so she looked away, clearing her throat to break the silence.
"Why didn't you get along with Baba?" She asked, getting to the point straight away. They had never been on greeting terms anyway. "Was it because of his past? Is that why you left?"
Her mother looked startled at first but then sighed, her shoulders slumping under the shawl. "Did you finally find the diary?" She asked, like she'd been expecting for her to discover it.
"I told him to burn that diary and get rid of it so many times. But he refused saying he needed to keep it close so it would keep reminding him of his sins." She let out a sarcastic chuckle, shaking her head.
"To answer your question," she looked back at Gule, "Yes. I knew everything about your father's past. But that was not why I left him." Gule stared at her in slight disbelief.
"He told me about her right after our marriage. How could I live with a man whose heart belonged to another woman? No matter how much time passed, I was never enough. He couldn't leave her memories behind." She disclosed, sounding just as displeased as she always did when arguing with her father.
