"It was your entire fault..." A voice whispered
"No" She screamed "I am innocent..."
"Innocent..." Laughter bloomed in room.
She closed her ears "Stop...." She screamed "I said stop..."
The laughter continued.
She got up from the floor and rushed outside to find some solace to find some peace. She ran towards his house.
She was mercilessly beating his door "Open the door Faris... Open the damn door..." she was pleading.
The door opened and there he stood watching her torn apart form crying "Asna..." He called.
She was to move, She was about to embrace him and cry when a voice rang in her ears"You know who you are a weak creature, the one who wants every other person to take care of her, The one who is such a small crying baby always wanting a shoulder to cry one and complain... You are nothing Asna but like all other girls Miserable...."
She watched him calling her and took a step back it was as if someone slapped her inner self "No..." she was nodding her head in negative "no..."
She turned around and ran as fast as she could "I am not weak... No... I can't do this..." She kept mumbling to herself.
She was about to cross the road when a hand jerked her back and she collided with a hard chest. It took time to understand what happened her head was spinning and both hands were holding him for support.
"Are you Insane Lady..." He roared "You are running like a maniac in the middle of the night what if something happens... Are you out of your senses..." He was gripping her arms tightly and jerking her as if to knock some senses in her.
"Leave me faris..." She shouted "just leave me..." She broke down
"I can't Asna... I can't..." He finally admitted.
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SpiritualGod," I whispered into the dark, damp room, "all my life I traveled the world and followed Thy path. I saw every person as an open book, a walking Qur'an. I stayed away from the ivory towers of scholars, preferring to spend time with outcasts, expat...
