Sang e Marmar

4. Suna hai

Kabhi esa bhi ho rubaru tum baitho
Humari ankhon say zara khud ko daikho

The next day went in a blur the hustle and bustle had been on its peek since morning, Zar e Noor was sitting in her room, her gaze wandering off to the interior, reminiscing the past, her childhood days, her achievements, every phase that she went through, the walls were her absolute companions not just her room but all of the mansion, Sadness took over her heart. As she with small steps came in balcony. The view from up here was breathtaking.

She remembered how much she fought with Bashar over this room, as it has the biggest Balcony out of all…Later Farzand Sahab fed up with all the bickering reconstructed the wall and connected both of their Balconies making it commonplace between their rooms.

Her gaze swept past from the luscious garden to Bashar's room, seeing a scattered pile of paper a frown appeared as she with gradual steps entered into his room through the balcony sliding door…

After neatly organizing everything she passed a satisfied look, her orbs glinting a small smile on her rosy lips as she retreated… She likes doing random things for the people she cherishes it brings her immense joy as she does these small little things for someone. Like holding her mother's hands when walking, bringing her father his shawl when the evening breeze hit them, Cleaning Bashars room, or organizing his things, he let her do as she pleased….

The little world she created around herself was like a wrapped cocoon to her. With warmth laughter and everything so perfect…

But she wasn’t in denial of world cruelness. Many times she overheard her father and Bashar talking and she came to know that the world is not like a garden at all, her father although working for people's betterment still has a side that is not so relevant to be known to her or her mother, same for Bashar… She felt immensely grateful to her parents for shielding her thinking she was little and unaware. But sometimes she failed to understand whether to praise her overly observant nature or to treat it like a curse…knowing too much brings more harm than good… her train of thought broke when Amna came to call her As it was time to leave...
She sighed a little passing a glance at her room..and stopping in front of the mirror her appearance looked neat...her loosely braided hair was falling on her back, as few tendrils were kissing  her delicate cheeks which turned rosy due to standing in cold, clad in Maroon long shirt and black plazo...paired with black dupatta and maroon shawl that she just adjusted on her shoulders...She swept the last gaze to the now almost empty room, and tucked her hair strand behind her ears.

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The starry sky gazed back at the cars running on the road...Three cars followed by another were on their route to their most awaited destination Sultan Haveli...the fog covered roads of early December were making it hard for Ali Baba to see as he drove the car, Zar e Noor and her mother were in the car ahead..while second car holds the luggages and essential and few servants and the last car has Farzand in it..due to prior commitments he left the Haveli at last.

Ali baba slowed the car as the fog got denser due to trees covering the sides of the path ahead..then sudden screech of wheels turning came from behind as they cut the way stopping just ahead. He pushed the break causing a jerk due to car's abrupt stop..Seeing two cars loaded with men carrying guns stopping just ahead of them...

Mehrmah tightly holds Zar e Noor's hands as she searches for her phone.

Sab khariyat hai na Ali baba..yeh log Kon hain...Zar e Noor asked worriedly.

Bibi ji mujhay nhi maloom yeh Rasta toh mehfooz hai pata nhi ajj kesay...Ali Baba replied with a frown as one man approached the car window banging on it..