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This story is based in the early 2000s.

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Junaid ate his dinner as a smile made his way on his face when he looked at Qindeel who was eating hers' attentively.

"Is it tasty?" He asked.

Looking up Qindeel nodded her head with a joyous look on her face she replied.

"It is. Next time bring some more." Junaid nodded his head and smiled at her.

It was late at night when he came back and found her as always waiting for him. Bringing takeout with him they ate their dinner silently.

After finishing their dinner, they lay down on the floor. Junaid turned towards her keeping his arm under his head for support as he talked with her.

"What would you do after getting out of here?"

"Why do you always ask me that question? You know the answer then why you ask it?" Qindeel questioned. She doesn't have any hopes about the future, Qindeel just believes in Junaid and lets him decide everything.

Sometimes it's just a belief that makes you move forward.

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The next morning Rekha called Junaid and for some reason Qindeel didn't like it so she went with him.

"Didi you called me? " He asked as soon as arriving.

Rekha stared at him smoking her tobacco pipe as Ram massaged her legs. She stared at him and Qindeel who was standing at the corner for a few moments, observing them, then suddenly she let out a chuckle.

Junaid didn't reacted. Behind her, there stood Sarah behind a wall, peeking at them. He looked back a Rekha when she finally spoke.

"Junaid...Junaid, isn't it funny that a poor boy, a son of a whore mother has big dreams? Bigger than his whole existence. I find it very amusing." she said keeping the tobacco pipe aside slowly getting up in a sitting position.

"You want to take her away? Huh?...Junaid you want to take Qindeel away from here?" She asked smirking at him.

Qindeel stood nervously not knowing what to do, she felt utterly useless everything is happening because of her. And she don't know how to stop it. Though Rekha sat there doing nothing but that mere thing sacred her. Rekha loves it when people fear her. It's her pleasure. And people who live with pleasure don't care about sentiments.

"Yes." he said looking deeply in her eyes. Rekha clenched her jaw glaring back.

"You're nothing......you're nothing and will never be. You should be grateful of me that I gave you a shelter to live, I gave you food because of me you're alive and here you.....You bastard looking back in my eyes. Making eye contact with me." She exclaimed angrily.

Junaid without breaking the contact replied.

"Didi.....Thank you for saving me, giving me food but....that doesn't give you any right to degrade me or anyone. Qindeel will get away from here and you won't stop me from doing it."

Sarah stared at the site in front of her. One thing she knew about her mother is she doesn't like being denied. She always gets what she wants.