Chapter 3

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Sajal's POV

Life is unexpected. This is what you always learn. But for me, life is perfect. It's just me who is a bad luck. My life has always been a series of unfortunate events. I was 5 years old when me and my parents shifted to Australia, we used to live in Balochistan but after my brothers accident which lead him to death. For the world it was an accident but for me it was my fault. I killed Hashim, I killed my brother.
And now 3 months ago my parents died in a car accident. They were on there way to attend my graduation ceremony. I was alone here so my only uncle who lives in Balochistan sent his daughter so that I won't be alone. Qirat have been living with me for 2 months already and we have grown into really good friends in such a short time. Although we were apart from each other for 15 years but our interests and likes and dislikes really match apart from our differences. She didn't graduated, she completed her college and stopped her studies then.
She helped me a lot during this difficult time and today we are leaving for Pakistan. Uncle Jamshed have been trying to make me take the decision of coming back to our homeland and live with him and his family so that I won't be alone and won't be having any stupids thoughts. After 2 months of requests I finally accepted the idea of going back because living here alone will only increase my pain with mama and baba's memories. I was treated as a princess but I always thought that I was not worthy enough to be treated like one. I am a bad child, a bad luck.

I am came out of my thoughts when I heard Qirats yelling from downstairs.
"Saju you're going to make us miss our flight! Come on girl. Balochistan is waiting for you".

"I am coming you drama queen. Is there anyday without you doing this drama and stuff" I said amusingly

"Um lemme guess... opps there is none. Hahaha now let's go women we going home whooooo" Qirat said happily

Home? I don't think so where I am going is my home. Home is where you have your parents and at this point I turned around gave a last glance to the place I call home. Bye mama, bye baba.

We rushed to airport and after boarding and all that stuff we finally sat in the plane and Qirat immediately fell asleep. This girl seriously will sleep anywhere she gets chance to. I looked out of the window for the new life waiting for me in Balochistan, Pakistan
If only I knew that my life is going to take the biggest turn.

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