"From Fiction to Ambition: A Journey Unveiled."🖋️✨

Chapter.9 "Lost words,Found connections"

Ayesha's pov

I Change myself in a pajama and lose t shirt and threw myself on the bed as I was hell tired after the engagement and all as I closed my eyes the next moment I was consumed by slummer.

Next morning,the sound of azaan wake me up and I made my way towards the bathroom after a quick shower I perform salah and raise my hands to make a cup of them in order to ask whatever I want from the one who fulfilled my wishes for the life ,who is merciful and who is ready to forgive me after a lot of mistakes and sin and who loves me more than 70 mothers .my lord , my Almighty Allah.

I was sitting in my garden , the vision of the sun rising in front of my eyes how beautiful it looks like the sun is coming by the sky and clouds moving to give him space. it's soft morning rays falls everywhere to light up and anounce the day is start .

I have a book in my hand as I see sunrise I started giving my eyes to my book . And get in it completely.

||. Chapter 21: Solving Problems
Haya leaned on the tree near the gate of the playground. She wore a long red A-line shirt and chudidaar pajama and on that a red stylish sweater whose sleeves reached her fingers and a brown stole on her shoulders. Her long hair fell on her back. In the mist and cold, her nose turned red and she was rubbing her hands for warmth.
Irum or Zara.....she did not inform anyone about this. She had to face this danger alone. Restlessly she moved her sleeve and took a look at the time in her watch. It was one minute to one. Just then a black, old Mercedes sped and halted right in front of her and like a statue there was a driver sitting in the front.
She quietly moved forward, pulled the backside door and sat down. The driver started the car as soon as she closed her door.
After one and half hours she reached the safehouse. It was surrounded by white walls with a wooden chair and bench in the centre, on which she sat down. There was a telephone on the table. Apart from this, the entire room was empty.
She curiously kept looking at her surroundings. There were walls on the three sides and on one wall was the door through which she came inside. However right in front of her there was a glass wall...more like a glass screen from ceiling to floor. Maybe this empty small room was a part of the big room in which they partitioned by using this glass screen.
She looked closely at the screen. The screen was completely frosted...it looked like someone used a machine to frost it. Behind the frosted glass was a vague image...and she could not picture it. Definitely this room was divided into two and the other side was rest of the room.
She could understand a vague picture.. The other side of the screen was a lavish office. And behind the office table there was someone sitting on the revolving chair. That person was facing Haya. The face was not visible but she could only figure out an outline. Khaki uniform, cap on the head, reclined on the chair, he was spinning something that was placed on the table with his fingers. She could not judge where he was looking. Though he was facing Haya and probably even looking at her but his eyes were not certain. Only one thing was certain.. on the left side of the unclear face of the officer there was a black mark, like half of his face was burnt.
The officer bent down and picked something from the table...could be the receiver of the phone.
"Trrrriiing...triiinnngg"
Suddenly the phone kept in front of Haya started ringing. She got startled. The phone was continuously ringing, that person was calling her? With a racing heart she picked up the receiver and placed it on her ears.
"Hello!"
"Assalam Alaikum Miss Haya Sulaiman! This is Major Ahmed." The same soft yet strong, deep yet beautiful voice.
"Walaikum as salaam!" Holding the phone in her hands she was constantly looking at the screen, behind which there was an officer sitting with a half burnt face...was he Major Ahmed?
"I hope we haven't troubled you."
"Ji.." she felt suffocated.
"In front of me the entire system is present in the laptop. I just have to click once and the entire video will be erased like it never existed."
Behind the screen she could analyse the officer also had a laptop placed in front of him..so was that Major Ahmed? But why wasn't he appearing in the front?
"And I have erased the video from every person that possessed it. Tell me Haya! Should I cick it?"
"But.....the report?"
"Assume it has been filed."
"But....you told that if I had to file....."
"I lied. To make an excuse. Sometimes excuses are made when all patience is lost. Understood?"
She strongly gripped her phone, her hand was drenched in sweat. Why was this person speaking so strangely?
"Please click." She could hardly speak. That person bent..maybe to click a button and then moved back to sit.