LOST SOUL....

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21 June 2020,

Dear diary finally I am free from the hell. I escaped from there but am I still scared they are searching for me. I have to leave this city as soon as possible. I ran away from the marriage they might have noticed my absence by now.

Shukr Allah that he sent a kind man for help. He helped me to escape from the place, I ran away in my bridal attire.

I was walking aimlessly on the road unaware of my surroundings. Many things were going on my brain that I didn't notice a car coming in my direction all I remembere is the bright flashlight of the car after that I fainted.

The next time when I woke up I was surrounded by black walls the bed was cozy. I slowly tried to remember how I came in this strange place. It seems to be some that the owner comes from a wealthy background.

I was busy admiring the place when a knock caught my attention. And my God for the first time someone caught my attention. He introduced himself as Dr Zameer Khan. He checked my pulse then my temperature.

I still couldn't forget his brown eyes behind the brimmed glasses, those dimples when he smiled.

Later I got to know that this mansion was his I tried many times to leave the place as I don't think it's appropriate to stay with namehram (unmarried men) but he insisted me to stay as most of the time he was busy in hospital.

Third person's pov:

Next day Ayan went to police station to file complaint and seeking justice for Maryam, with the help of Ryan they managed to visit the Maryam's home where she use to stay with her foster parents.

The parents were not allowing them to enter the house and agreed when they saw the search warrant in their hands.

Ayan without wasting time asked about Maryam's room. He noticed the beautiful room decorated with handmade artifacts. They searched the whole room but didn't find any clue.

Ayan was disappointed he was about to leave when he noticed a blue colour notebook between other books but his eyes lit up and a hopeful smile bloomed in his face.

He pulled it out carefully and he knew what it was.

He dusted it and his gaze fell on the cover where Maryam ~ the lost soul was written beautiful in cursive.

Ayan's caressed the name with a sad smile on his face. He knew it was her personal diary which was strictly prohibited to be touched by anyone.

He was reminiscing his old days with her, when he felt a tap on his shoulder he came out of his daze and informed Ryan about her old habit of maintaining diary.

He took it along with him and left the place.