Till we meet again

Chapter#3

Jawad seemed like a kind and nice person to her. he gave her his card to contact him any time she needs any help. As soon as Hania stepped out of the hospital, she was blocked by the same bald man who was chasing her on the jeep. He had a piercing in his left eyebrow and he was tall muscular guy. As he smirked upon her she felt helplessly astounded as she was sure that she could not escape this time.

"How are you darling? I thought you'd have missed me all this time so I just came by." He addressed her getting a hold of her wrist.

"L...Let go off me." an weak murmur escaped her mouth.

"No no, you have had enough of your cat and mouse chase game, this time you're going with me." He had such a strong grip over her wrist that she could not let her hand free even with both of her hands and she did not want to yell and make a scene out of her in the hospital so she went out without protesting as she knew where they were headed to.

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"Dad I don't want to marry him." She scratched her head sitting on the sofa right in front of her father. The bald guy with his three fellows, was standing behind the couch she was seated in.

The lounge was way bigger than even two full sized bedrooms. His father owned acres of property and was a really wealthy man of the country as he was the owner of chains of factories under the name 'Jamal Chemical Industries'. Hania was her one and only daughter and he had every luxury in the world one could desire.

Jamal leaned forward from the couch, taking out another one of the branded cigarettes he had on the side table.

"Waheed has got everything plus he likes you. He is not lacking in anything, then why would you reject him." he said pointing towards the bald man standing beside her, who stood with such an innocent expression as never seen before with his head bowed in respect.

Waheed was nowhere near a nice guy, her father had portrayed in front of her. The way he treated her in front her father and when they both were alone were poles apart. But she couldn't risk telling her father the real reason as Waheed would not admit to any of her accusations in front of her father and she would be the only one to get the scolding.

"Because...because.." she was trying to think of another solid reason her dad could not have overlooked.

"Because he's bald!" she exclaimed in excitement. This was all she could think of at that time.

Waheed looked up shook, "That's not fair Hani! Is it just about the looks? and what about my feelings?" he protested in such a fake innocent manner that made her to almost throw up.

"Non sense!" Jamal puffed a smoke in the air, "you have to be serious about your life at least this once in your life. If it's not him them I'm going to marry you off with anyone regardless of the age and looks! I have some really important tasks right now in my life, so before getting too busy with them i want you to get married." 

She kept rubbing her hands in confusion, she wanted to run off from that castle like house right now. Jamal waited for her response eyeing her, but when she didn't answer he resumed, "Tell me honestly, do you have someone that you like?" his tone was different.

She remained in the same posture, rubbing her hands. 

"Hania!!"

"Yes!" she didn't know why she spewed such non sense in response to Jamal's yelling when she actually had absolutely no one not only in her mind nor in the heart. She just wanted to keep escape this problem.

Waheed looked up and ran a hand over his bald head. Jamal once again leaned forward to look at Hania in the eyes.

"Who is he?" 

There was a pin drop silence in the house. She gulped, she had no answer to the question but she didn't want him to yell again.

"I can't tell you this right now, h...he..has gone somewhere so he's unable to pick up my calls, I'll..t...tell you once I get a hold of him." She said those words in such a low tone that even Waheed who was standing behind her had to lean in to listen.

Jamal took a deep breath and touched his mustache resting his back against the couch again.

"Fine, bring him to me and I'll marry you off with him."

At these words her mouth dropped open. For someone who actually had a lover would have been so happy hearing such words from her father, but she was dumbfounded right now.

"But It should be really soon or we have Waheed anyways." he got up saying these last words followed by Waheed who gritted his teeth before leaving, while Hania remained seated, with the frozen expressions and eyes wide opened. What was she going to do now? She had no one near her. She never even had girls as her friend as far she could remember, how could she have a boy around her? She had been a complete loner since she was a child. 

If I don't bring someone to him he's going to marry me off to Waheed! but I have no one to bring to him in the first place! 

She couldn't think of anything right now so she went straight to her to sleep. This was the only way to escape reality right now.

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"What should I do Amma, I lied to him in the first place and now I'm stuck, I have absolutely no one, but I don't want to marry that guy either."

Hania was sitting inside a tent-like clothe with her arms wrapped around her knees and hoodie covering her head, beside an old lady who was seen as a beggar in the eyes of the world but was a friend to her. She as usual had brought half of her breakfast with her to serve the lady and her dog. A year ago Hania found that dog hysterically barking on a road she was walking on. People walking passed by it being scared of it, Hania however could not ignore the dog and went near it as it looked like a trained pet dog and it led her to this lady who was dressed in a fine apparel lying on a narrow street ahead. She immediately took the lady to the hospital and later found out that she had been living for four years in an old home with this dog and never once had her son visit her during the span. The dog had been loyal enough for her to not seek any human support. The lady's name was Beenish but Hania used to call her 'amma' (a name used to address mom or old lady). Beenish was really grateful to Hania as she had restored her faith in humanity but she started to live in this place preferring it over the old home and refused to receive any further help offered by Hania regarding shelter.

Amma placed her hand over her head in affection, "Why don't you punch that bad guy in the face who keeps on forcing you to marry him, don't you worry I'll pray for you and you'll find your love." Amma said those words and started to shoo the flies away from her dog.

"No no no amma I don't to find my love I just want to get rid of this  problem." she tried to clarify when her eyes froze on someone she could see through an opening in the tent.

"Yeah yeah whatever you wish.." amma said annoyingly once again forcing the flies out of there.

"Allah Hafiz amma, I'll see you soon again, I have some important business to take care of." she said keeping her eyes on the person who busy setting his camera on the tripod with another guy who was probably assisting him.

Amma raised her hand while repeatedly uttering prayers quietly as she stepped out.

"You...Are you the serial killer?"

The guy wearing the black cap turned back to look at her, this time he was wearing a black buttoned shirt with the sleeves folded up to his elbows and a cap covering his eyes from the sunlight. She could she him clearly today.

"Excuse me? You're talking to me?" he squinted his eyes."Serial killer?"

"That's what you told me about you. You don't remember me?"

"No."

"The girl with a jeep who exploded the generator."

A sign of recognition appeared in his eyes.