Qurban

•24• Accused / ملزم

Zainab was to be discharged today. Her doctors have cleared her after performing some check ups on her. The cut on her back was still very painful but it was bearable. The rest would be cured by medicines she was prescribed. She was happy to go back home. The antiseptic smell of the hospital was making her nauseous and she hated how alone it got. Jaweria stayed with her one night and Mehreen the other, but still she felt lonely. Being in the hospital reminded her off memories she was trying so hard to forget.

There were no other news of Altamash. Subhan and Safa visited her the other day, but none of them mentioned him and she didn't ask due to obvious reasons. But given how they didn't mention him must be because he was doing fine.

Right?

A sigh escaped her lips when she realized she was again thinking about him. After the fire, it was like all she could think about was him.

Because he saved her!

That's why she kept thinking about him. She was indebted to him. He saved her life.
Nothing else.

The door knocked pulling her out of her thoughts. Jaweria entered and smiled at her

"All ready to go?"

Zainab nodded and stood up. She was about to grab her bag when she heard Subhan say

"Leave it, Bhabhi. I'll get it."

She smiled softly at him and faced Jaweria. Her eyes involuntarily darted to the door and when she didn't find who she was looking for, her forlorn gaze settled back on Jaweria. Noticing her dimming expressions, she walked over to her and whispered

"Let's get you home, okay?"

Zainab knew he wouldn't come, but still she had hope. She believed he would come, but oh well, he didn't. And she was pathetic to believe that her father would come after what she had gone through. He hadn't and she was left disappointed again. Heaving a sigh, she stepped out in the fresh air and inhaled a deep sigh.

"Feels good to be out in the fresh air, right."

Subhan commented as he put the bag in the back seat.

"If I had to spent one more moment inside, I would have fall ill again."

Zainab muttered as she sat in the back seat, wincing a little as her back stretched. Sitting in a way that her back didn't touch the backseat, she closed her eyes. She felt the car move and no one spoke a word until they reached the house. As soon as the car neared the porch, Zainab opened her eyes and saw multiple cars lined. Frowning, she stepped out of the car and asked to no one in particular.

"What's happening?"

The other two people stayed quiet, confusion marring their features. Nonetheless, they entered inside and immediately rush of whispers reached Zainab's ears. Nearing the living room, Zainab saw a few police officers along with a tall womanly figure busy with talking to her father. He sat as posed as he always was while the woman, Zainab knew she was a lawyer because of how straight her posture was and how stern her face was.

As if noticing Zainab, her father's eyes darted to her and it put a stop to their conversation.

"Here's my daughter, Zainab."

Her father's voice lacked any ounce of emotion. He could be asking the time of the day with that tone. The woman nodded her head and stood up to her full 5'6 height. She surpassed Zainab's height by a couple inches and as she walked over to her and forwarded a perfectly manicured hand, Zainab knew the woman was a force to be reckoned with.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Khirad Ibrahim. Your father hired me."

Zainab was confused, but she still shook the woman's hand and only then asked her father