Hold my Hand

Chapter 1

Morning

Islamabad

"The ghosts of the past speak to all who will listen..."

The dark and misty clouds covered the whole sky. It seemed like it was about to rain.

"tsk It's going to Rain again, why don't these clouds let us remain in peace for one day..." She whined after watching the sky and shut closed the window.

"Rain is like rehmat beti don't say such things..." Apaa chided her while folding clothes, she rolled her eyes at that and muttered "yea yea..."

Asna Ibrahim is a philanthropist, social worker and founding partner of Umeed N.G.O, A lady well known for her courage and character. It's due to her nature that every other person working under her or with her respects her.

Though the world around her still doesn't know about her dreaded past and dark secrets that she has kept just to herself and never let it be a hurdle to the path of her success but deep inside she is still haunted by those memories, the past, the truth that no one knows.

"Apaa I am leaving I will have breakfast at office and don't wait for me at night I'll be late..." She yelled from the door.

"Stand where you are lady you are not leaving without it today..." Apaa came and stood near kitchen door holding roller in one hand while plate in other.

"Oh, Apaa c'mon this is Criminal..." She walked back to the table complaining like a child and sat down on the chair with thud.

"Jo bhi hai you deserve this..." She stroked her hair.

She completed her breakfast kissed apaa on cheek and rushed out. It was a long day for her she had to make arrangements for the refugee orphans belonging to Afghanistan, Her N.G.O volunteered to support those kids and it was mainly her prime decision as she knew what the struggles of orphans are.

She stepped out of the apartment and it started to rain, she stopped to put up and umbrella and gazed up at the sky "I know you clouds are not happy that I'm leaving for work but please stop shedding tears..." She mumbled to herself.

The passerby was watching her as if she has lost it but she smiled sweetly at him and walked to her car. She drove to the main city when her phone rang "Assalam-o-Alaikum..." she said after answering it.

"Wasalam Are you on your way?" zara asked sounding desperate.

"Yeah I am just passing by the main market why what happened?" she replied lowering the speed.

"Asna yar sorry for the inconvenience but could you please stop by the car agency the guy just refused to lend us mini buses for picking up the kids." Zara said exasperatedly.

"Why what the hell how could he just refused we made a good deal..." She stopped the car by the road side.

"I don't know dear he just called to cancel the deal... please do something we don't have time for this shit..." She pleaded

"Okay I'll go and meet him you just look after all other arrangements..." She sighed while her mind was thinking about every possible way that she could make that agency guy agree to her terms.

She started driving to the opposite lane to meet that idiot in this rainy weather and on her way to his office she constantly cursed him for his insensitivity. It was hard to drive in such rainy weather she saw the road ahead was blocked so she parked her car near the road put on her umbrella and walked to his office.