Haya.........Haya
As soon as she entered the house, Sulaiman Sahab rushed towards her in the lounge, his face a mix of curiosity and outrage. The phone chimed ominously in the background.
" Is this video yours? Do you dance in it?"
Rohail stood up from the chesterfield, hurling CDs at her while others, including Taya Furqan and Dawar bhai, watched.
Irum sat on the ground, crying.
" No, please."
she tried to explain, but sweat rendered her voice silent. It felt like they were all out to get her. also Sulaiman Sahab moved closer and slighted her hard across the face.
" Shameless!"
he repeated, his voice morphing into Dolly's.
Dolly, Pinky, shameless. the ringing phone. Pinky's injured galettes.
She jolted awake. The room was dark, but the orange light of the lamp reassured her. She touched her face, chancing it unharmed. It was all just an agony.
Exhausted, she sank back against the bed, her heart racing and sweat dampening her skin. The phone chimed again, mirroring her dream, but this time it wasn't a dream. It flashed
" Private Number Calling."
After a moment's hesitancy, she answered.
" Major Ahmed, I'm ready to come to your office and file the report. Send your car to the rear entrance of my home at nine sharp."
" Sure,"
came Major Ahmed's confident response. She ended the call, knowing she had to take this step to help the video from causing irrecoverable damage. It was a agony that forced her hand, but now there was no turning back. And Major Ahmed would handle the rest.
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leaves of jannah (Jannat ke Pattay)
FanfictionThis book is originally written by Nimra Ahmad Khan in Urdu. I'm going to translate this book in Roman Urdu
