PHOENIX- Rising from the ashes

Chapter 14: Haseena's agony-III

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Stiff body and heavy steps, "Wow! Wow! You are enjoying your meal after ruining my house, Haseena Malik!!" spoon fell from Haseena's hand and she at once looked at the old helpless mother who had lost her very dear and young son. She stood up from her place followed by everyone.

"Behan ji, you are here?" Pushpa ji could not help but wonder loudly as she had not invited her intentionally for she did not want to hurt her sentiments or Haseena's.

"You had not invited me. Perhaps because these outsiders are closer to you than your daughter-in-law's mother. I know... I know that witch had casted a magic spell on all of you including my idiot daughter." Meenakshi gritted her teeth while glaring at Haseena as if she will eat her up alive. Haseena, on the other hand, had her eyes downcasted and silently absorbing all the harshness and cruelty of Meenakshi Singh.

Haseena's mother, Noor Jahan begum, can not stand anyone badmouthing her daughter, "I can understand that you are disturbed but that does not give you any right to use such abusive language with my daughter." Noor Jahan's voice was sharp and crisp depicting her anger.

"Please Ammi!" a request in low and vulnerable voice escaped from Haseena's lips and she held her mother's hand to refrain her from saying anything to her.

"But..." Noor Jahan resisted Haseena's request. After all how can she stop herself from protecting her daughter. However, one look at her daughter's face snatched the voice from her vocal cords; Haseena's teary eyes and red popping veins inside it were depicting the pain and chaos of her soul.

"Maa! Please!" Karishma almost ran to her mother to stop her from doing more damage to Haseena than had happened already.

"Stop! Stop, right there, Karishma Singh. And don't you dare call me Maa until you free yourself from this witch's clutches." Meenakshi Singh roared compelling Karishma to stop in her tracks. Karishma could sense the extent of her mother's pain through her intense anger after all just like her, her mother's expression of pain is also anger.

Karishma once looked at her mother who was breaking Haseena through her sharp-edged-like-words. Then, She looked at her madam sir- fist's closed behind her back but unlike her usual self this time her shoulders and her head was bowed. "Please madam sir, raise your head and respond. I cannot see you bowed in front of anyone not even my very own mother," Karishma pleaded in her mind.

"She is the one who had taken my son's life and as if it was not enough she forced you- his very own sister- to shot him dead. You are the most cruel woman. Haseena Malik, you have made my patriotic son a criminal, made him hated in front of the whole world, got him killed by his sister, made my life a living hell. Because of you, this society had made life narrower on me. People are questioning my brought up." Meenakshi Singh's anger reached to its peak and she charged on Haseena.

She held her through her upper arms and intentionally dug her nails in Haseena's flesh, causing her to raise her head suddenly revealing her tear drenched face and yelp in pain, "This is because of you... My life is destroyed because of you... Because of you I had lost not just my son but my daughter too..." She jerked Haseena cruelly again and again until everyone got succeeded in separating her from Haseena. Before leaving her she pushed Haseena away, causing her to fall down on the floor. "Haseena!" Ammi at once ran towards her.

Meenakshi Singh separated herself from everyone's clutches harshly and shouted, "I curse you Haseena Malik. Just as I am alone today, one day you will also be alone. You will never achieve true happiness Haseena Malik. This is my curse to you!" Meenakshi Singh hit Haseena at her weak spot, at her biggest fear- a fear she never expressed but lived all her life. Fresh cascade of tear flows through Haseena's eyes. She was about to stand up on her feet with the support of her mother however Meenakshi's cruel words fell her back. Ammi cried helplessly, at her daughter's condition, "Hold your self, my bacha... please"