A modern Pakistani adaptation of the classic Jane-Eyre.
YOU DO NOT HAVE TO READ THE ORIGINAL TO APPRECIATE MY VERSION. THIS IS A STANDALONE BOOK.
Blurb:
As an orphaned child, Jahaan-Aara is first cruelly abused by her aunt, then cast out and sent...
"I might have said, "Where is it?" for it did not seem in the room - nor in the house - nor in the garden; it did not come out of the air - nor from under the earth - nor from overhead. I had heard it - where, or whence, for ever impossible to know! And it was the voice of a human being - a known, loved, well-remembered voice - that of Edward Fairfax Rochester; and it spoke in pain and woe, wildly, eerily, urgently.
"I am coming!" I cried. "Wait for me! Oh, I will come!" I flew to the door and looked into the passage: it was dark. I ran out into the garden: it was void.
"Where are you?" I exclaimed.
The hills beyond Marsh Glen sent the answer faintly back - "Where are you?" I listened. The wind sighed low in the firs: all was moorland loneliness and midnight hush."
Jane Eyre
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1 year on
The long white curtains blew like a ghost. Thunder clapped flashing brilliant light into the dark as heavy rainfall cascaded against the pane. In the large empty room, lying on the flimsy mattress, Jahaan-Aara's sleep was disturbed. Her nightmares returned.
Paralysed in her sleep, like a noose tightened around her neck, a heavy weight sat on her chest. Eyes wide shut, she opened her mouth to scream but there was no sound. Red hot flames licked around her threatening to scorch her.
In the crux of the nightmare, breaths stifled, limbs paralysed her heart pounded wildly against her ribcage. Lightning struck once again with the clap of thunder.
"Roh-" Jahaan-Aara mumbled. "Saab." She cried out to him whilst the fire ravaged him. She could see his hands waving in the waves of fire, but she was trapped. Why couldn't she save him?
Her mumblings soon turned into cries. Soft wails in her sleep woke Umera who slept beside her. Umera sat up, her long black hair falling around her shoulders, her night shirt flapped open revealing her collar bones. Umera shook Jahaan-Aara in a bid to release her from her sleep, but Jahaan-Aara cried with her eyes tight. In the dark room, the flash of thunder was the only light flashing on Jahaan-Aara's small frame.
"Jahaan-Aara!" Umera pressed her shoulder. "Wake up."
Jahaan-Aara continued to cry like a wounded animal. Umera shook her violently and snapped her out of her nightmare. Jahaan-Aara gasped for air like she was under water for an eternity. She sat up and her eyes wide shot open.
"I can't breathe." Jahaan-Aara gasped. Her breaths ragged. Her forehead moist with sweat.
Quickly, Umera scrambled near and held her.
"I can't breathe!" Jahaan-Aara cried out. "I can't breathe."
"Sssh, it's okay I've got you." Umera held her moist face forcing her to look at her.
