The Lifelong Death

14|| Cold

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"And you can't trap me here for eternity. So, I want to help you. Just tell me what did my father, Har- nevermind I won't say his name, what did he do to you?"

I could feel shivers run down my spine, as she asked me that. I had no idea how to answer to that.

What should I tell her?

When I myself didn't know why I kept her here, trapped for over eleven months now.

{ AMIR'S POV }

"I-I, your father Haroon Malik had ki-", I paused.

"My father, Jahangir Mirza was suspected of being Aalim Abbasi, because their faces slightly resembled", I said.

She nodded.

"He was arrested and later killed when he tried to defend himself by-", I stopped as I started coughing.

Coughing like crazy. Just when I built up the guts and confidence to tell Alizeh, what was going on.

I was sneezing and coughing continuously. I felt obnoxious as I sat on the bed.

"You-you are not okay, let me get water!", Alizeh said as she ran downstairs.

Is she gonna run away from here? I mean, she left the room she could easily just run away.

I wanted to follow her downstairs but I started feeling sick, so sick that I didn't have the energy to move.

You know what, she shoud run away. She doesn't deserve to be here. I can't let her suffer so much anymore.

As soon as I made myself believe that Alizeh ran away, I saw her coming inside with a glass of warm water.

Why did she still stay? I mean, this was the best opportunity ever!

She gave me warm water as she told me to lay down. Doesn't she hate me?

"Look I don't care, but I have to open that mask!", she said.

"No, please don't"

"I have to"

"No please"

"Look seriously even if you turn out to be my cousin or something I don't care, you seem really really sick"

"I can handle myself"

"You say that while you can't even move! Honestly, why is it such a big deal?", she paused," You helped me when I was in trouble now its my turn to return the favour. Hisaab baraabar "

Hisaab barabaar means equal equal or settled scores.

"You speak Hindi ?"

"No urdu, I am Pakistani"

"Oh okay", I paused, "Don't you hate me? I have kept you here for over eleven months now. You could just run away, the door was opened. Why didn't you?"

"Because I don't know anyone here, this is India. The environment is not safe here, especially for a girl. Plus, I can't just run away to Dubai! I am more safe here than outside"

Was she for real? She didn't want to escape! Or did she trust me?

"Now tell me why you won't let me open that mask!"

"I am s-scared!"

"Scared? Scared of me?"

I tried my best to keep the conversation going so she wouldn't open my mask.

She kept talking and talking as I was watching her. Watching her lips move, her cheeks turn pinker, the hazel of her eyes blinking.

I didn't even know what she was telling me, all I could do was stare at her. She was beautiful.

Why did I bring her here to this jahannam (hell)? Why was I acting so crazy and evil?

I still do hate Haroon Malik, but I can't hurt Alizeh anymore. She deserves so much better. She was studying, going to university, having a great life.

But, I brought her here wasting eleven months of her life, torturing her, ruining her birthday, getting her teased and embarrassed by some vagrant men around.

As I was completely lost in my thoughts, I realized Alizeh took off my mask.

SHIT SHIT SHIT

{ ALIZEH'S POV }

I finally took off that stupid mask. Why would I possibly know him anyway. I needed to check if he had fever.

It must be the rain that got him sick.

WHAT THE HELL!

"YOU?!"