Chapter Eighteen

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Chapter Eighteen – Memory Lane


(Atif's Pov)


"Tell me where she went," I growled at Ayaat's parents.


"How many times should I repeat myself, we have no idea of where she went," her mother spoke.


"How could you not know, she met you last yesterday?" I spitted.


"No we didn't meet her yesterday after the funeral, so we have no idea of where she could of gone," her father spoke.


I growled at him replying "who said you can speak?"


I was almost wanting to rip off his head.


"Excuse me?" he questioned.


"Your excused, you have no fucking right to talk about my wife." I yelled angrily.


"She is my daughter, I have every right!"


I let out a hysterical laugh and questioned him raising one of my eyebrows "daughter, what daughter?" I walked up to him and dabbed a finger at his chest and held disbelief expression as I spoke the next words "your disgusting hands touched and harmed my wife, I was there that day in the cemetery."


His eyes widened in shock.


"Yes I saw you that day but Allah saved you from me that day because I could have killed you right there on the spot."


A smirk played on his lips "you, kill me, oh son, that's the best joke I've heard in years! You have no idea of what I'm capable of!"


"Englighten me," I challenged.


He chuckled looking over at his wife "look at him, he has the guts to question us but his wife killed her own family and he doesn't for one second question her, he blames it all on us!"


"Dad just stop it!" Komal didi yelled at her father as she came into sight.


"Why should I stop Komal, he is finding a worthless girl who is the murderer of her own family, never let anyone survive, he is finding that horrid girl!"


"DAD" Komal didi screamed and walked over towards us.


She stood in front of her father and spoke "sometimes I feel ashamed to even call you my father!"


She turned around towards me and grabbed my hand and pulled me along with her.


She took me towards the outside of the house.


"I think I might know where Ayaat might have gone," she spoke looking down at the floor.


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