Inspired by a muslimah

Chapter 20

Sulaiman's POV
Its been days since Myra disappeared. Neither has the detective found anything suspicious nor have we come to any missing piece of the puzzle. I feel like crap for not taking care of my sister and protecting her.

Maybe I should have spoken to her more often, tried to get her to tell me her woes. Afterall ,I had noticed her detachment from certain activities that she used to love earlier.
I've failed in my role as a brother. Aren't it the brothers job to protect their lil sisters from any harm?
I couldn't hold it in anymore, as a man I was expected to support the women and not break down myself. That is how the society works right?
But I was tired, tired of pretending that I am strong. I wasn't. My sisters mean the world to me, and having half my world disappear is surely not something I can live with.
Glancing around the isolated park I was seated in I broke down. I could finally cry with no one around to judge. I screamed. I kicked the stones lying down around me. I let it all out.
What I did not know was that there was a silent spectator hiding around somewhere, for, after I had finally calmed down there came to me a girl who, without saying anything handed me a water bottle.

I wouldn't deny the fact that I had a huge ego and everyone in my family never mess with me. Having someone witness my breakdown was embarrassing enough and her handing me a water bottle was too much for me.

Swiftly straining my neck to look at the person who was gonna be my temper's victim I noticed an innocent looking girl in her twenties looking at me with worry. Note: worry not pity.
Normally, I would have shouted at any person who would have dared to look at me in this state but something in her calmed me down. I didn't feel like screaming at her. Since when did this soft spot in my heart wake up for someone else besides my family? Maybe it was the look of worry in her face and not of sympathy that I liked or was it the face, maybe that pinkish tinge on her cheeks or those grey eyes? Or that sleek nose? And why the hell is she blushing, oh yes I was staring at her like an absolute creep. By the looks of it, she sure wasn't an Indian I could say.
Quickly looking away, I hesitantly took the bottle in her hand and gulped it all down. Muttering a quick jazakallahu khair I walked away leaving her behind.
I sure couldn't face that girl again because of that crying scene she has just witnessed.

Sometimes, it so happens that certain strangers seem like someone you've known all your life. I guess she was that certain someone, for even after I left her standing there I felt the urge to return and tell her all my worries...

Inaya's POV
After trying to sleep from the past 2 hours I decided to get up from my bed and do something. This has been my schedule every night since Myra di disappeared. I've officially become insomniac because I hav'nt slept one speck since she disappeared.

Is'nt it obvious. Afterall, I was used to seeing Myra di every minute of my day and night. She was like a magnet and I was always attracted to my sister. She was my idol. She was like my second mother. I was a sticker, sticking to her every second.
My habit, my everything disappeared and I could'nt do anything about it.
Joining her college seemed like the wrong decision for I found nothing suspicious. Even her enemies proved to be innocent. They were just a harmless pack of teenagers and would'nt go to the extent of harming her just coz they held a grudge against her.
And because of my decision of joining her class, I've landed myself in a mess.
REFRAINING from punching all those douchebags constantly trying to flirt with me, those tiresome lectures and that creep who keeps passing rude comments and spreading false rumours about Myra di. Having to deal with all this is getting on my nerves. I've tried every way of enquiring about Myra di but they seem to avoid the topic like its some flu they might catch.
People have even started noticing the resemblance between me and Myra di. How I express my surprise on their remarks and how I avoid there assumptions of us being related is very complicated.
Theres some or the other problem coming up every other day and with the college fest coming up there is going to be more drama then expected because I have been compelled to participate in some drama with this boy who seems to have a major crush on me.
With so much fitnah all around, I seriously have no idea how I am going to come out of this college without falling into satans trap. Worst of all, I've got nil clues about her whereabouts.
I'm planning of abandoning this place and going to search for her in some other nearby cities. Now the only problem is that I have to come up with some excuse to leave the college again without arousing anyones suspicion of all the illegal things I've done to enter the college. If they find it out, then my future career will be at stake.
But before I start working on my new plan, I just wanna try 1 last time if I can find any clue in this college. And this I'm going to do at the time of the fest, after that play gets over. Its the right time to break into any restricted room when the whole college is busy partying. That means I have to stay in this college for another full week.
Lets hope I last till then.
After planning out on how I was going to break into the principal's room and into the restricted library I take out all our family albums and start looking at all the pictures in the albums kept in my closet.

And as my eyes land on Our family pictures a new set of tears start rolling down my eyes. Bhai walks in just then and we both share a silent hug and start looking at the pictures together.