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CHAPTER 48

Maryam Chaudhary
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As I sat in the rickshaw, my mind was going wild with all kinds of scary thoughts. What if Danish had already gone through with his threat to kill my parents before I even got home? The very idea of being left alone in this world without them sent shiver down my spine. I couldn't bear the thought of living without mama and baba, my two pillars, my beacons of light.

My hands were balled into fists, frustration and helplessness coursing through me. Why did I have to go through this constant fear and panic every time I left the safety of our home? I wished with all my heart that I could just magically transport myself to my parent's side and protect them from my danger.

But I knew deep down that it wasn't possible. And all I could do was hold on to the hope that I would reach home in time and see them safe and sound. Finally, the rickshaw came to a stop in front of my house. My heart was racing as I saw three black cars parked outside, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

As I walked inside, I saw Danish's men standing in front of me, their guns pointed towards the ground. My palms started to sweat as I nervously clutched my bag and continued walking. As I entered the house, my worst fear came true. I saw my parents, tied up to chairs, and Danish standing in front of them with a gun pointed at their foreheads.

"Stop!", I shouted, running towards my parents and hugging my mother tightly.

"Mama, are you okay? Please tell me you are okay", I asked, my voice shaking with fear and tears streaming down my face.

"You shouldn't have come back. He didn't do anything". Mama whispered, her breath tickling my ear.

"What are you saying? You're covered in blood, and you have bruises all over", I sobbed, hiccuping with the intensity of my emotions.

My heart felt like it was being ripped apart as I saw my parents in such a vulnerable and helpless state. I wanted to do something, anything, to make this nightmare end. But all I could do was hold on to mama and baba, trying to provide them with some comfort and reassurance.

"How could you do this, Danish? They are my parents", I yelled, turning to face him with anger and desperation in my voice.

Danish just smirked, the gun still pointed at my parents. "They should have known better than to mess with me. But don't worry, I won't kill them. Not yet".

My blood boiled with rage, as I realized that he was enjoying torturing us, playing with our emotions. I clenched my fists and stood in front of my parents, shielding them from any harm.

"You're a monster, Danish. You can't keep doing this", I said firmly, trying to sound as brave as I could despite the fear and uncertainty coursing through me.

"You're in no position to tell me what I can and cannot do", Danish said, with a menacing tone, causing tears to flow from my eyes as I stood there helplessly.

"Why are you doing this, Danish?", I asked, feeling overwhelmed by constant fear and the need to hide from him.

"Didn't I tell you that today we are getting married, and you didn't listen to me and ran away", he asked, pulling me towards him by my arm. I winced in pain as his hand made contact with the wound, and I couldn't help but stare into his glaring eyes, silently pleading for him to understand without words.

As I tried to figure out if he truly loves me, he suddenly released me from his grip, leaving me in shock as I tried to comprehend the situation. Could he actually read my eyes and understand my pain?

"We are getting married right now", he declared before leaving the living room, leaving me to ponder the complex emotions at play.

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