Girl in the Burka

The Beginning

* Someone helplessly crying in the background*

"Help! Help me! No. No please don't. No. Let me go. Help."
"She is our meal. Let's have it. Hahaha" Sounds.
"No! No. No. Please no no no no."
And the voice dies.
*Men laughing*
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"You've always been hard on me. What grudge do you have." Afreen cried.
Afreen's aunt, Farah" *slaps her* You do not belong here and still we're taking care of you like idiots and you have the guts to RAISE YOUR VOICE."
"This what you call as care, is cruelty. It's my farewell. I can't miss it. I'll be back before dawn. Let me go."
"Not a word. You're not going and that's final."
Afreen Ahmed, an Indian Muslim girl and the prettiest in her village lost her parents when she was just 10 and since then her aunt and uncle have been taking care of her. Farah had always been rude and cruel to Afreen. She had almost abstained her from school life. But somehow his uncle, Ibrahim helped her a lot. And now she's in college. And has a dream to become a lawyer. Although Ibrahim helped her with college but he couldn't do anything of his cruel wife. He used to be busy in the farm almost every time. And back there, in his house, an innocent girl,was every second getting tortured by her wife.
"Let her go Farah." Ibrahim intervened.
"What? No. You see the world out there is dangerous. I can't let her go."
" Yeah but less dangerous than this house. And for your concern, I'll drop her and pick her up from the college. Will that do?"
"No. I am not gonna allow her."
" I am the one who takes decisions here, Farah. Not you"
"I'll wear my burkha, if that pleases you.aunt" Afreen said.
"Perfect. Isn't it? Farah" Ibrahim said.
"You guys do whatever you wanna do. But whatever happens in the future. Don't blame me for it. Girls don't deserve freedom. Remember that. If they get freedom the world gets hard on them."
"You are already hard on me." Afreen said.
" And that. is. not. gonna. change. no matter how much you cry."
"Farah!" Ibrahim shouted. "She's a little girl. She's family. Don't make me do things which I would regret later."
"Uncle. It's fine. Let it go. I'll get changed." Afreen runs away.
"You're gonna regret this."
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" I am ready. Uncle."
"That's my girl. Beautiful in whatever she wears." Ibrahim exclaimed.
"Thank you uncle. Where's she"
"Probably getting prepared to be rude again." They chuckled.
" Okay we're getting late. Let's go."
"Sure uncle."
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They were on their way when suddenly Raju uncle called Afreen. Afreen was loved by every older people in the village owing to her helpful nature.
"Raju uncle. What is it."
"Where you are leaving dear?"
"She's is going to her farewell." Ibrahim came in.
"Ahh. To your college. Can you do a favour for me?"
"Yes, sure uncle. What can I do for you."
"Uh-huh, aren't we getting late Afreen." Ibrahim intervened.
"It's just a matter of seconds. On your way you'll find my wife working on the construction site. Can you please deliver her dal chawal. She is working since morning and didn't eat anything before leaving."
" Why not uncle? Anything for Rama aunty."
"Thank you so much beta."
"Bye uncle."
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"Just here just here.Uncle"
"Here we go." Ibrahim stopped his scooter just near the construction site. But they couldn't see Rama aunty anywhere.
"Where does she work. We must ask from somebody." Ibrahim said.
"Hey brother. Rama ji works here. Where can we find her right now?" Ibrahim asked some random worker.
"She might be up there at the top floor. And it'll take time for her work schedule to get finished." He said.
"Umm. Can you please give this tiffin to her. It's urgent."
"I am so sorry , sir. I am not going back there I have to reach the farm. I hope you understand." He said and left.
"What should we do now? Uncle" Afreen sked.
"Wait for her."
"Yeah sure."

10 minutes later.

"She is nowhere to be seen. Afreen. You are getting late." Ibrahim said.
"But we cannot go without handing over the tiffin to her. She might be starving."
"Uh huh. I see." Ibrahim's phone rings.
"Hello. Farah. What is it?"
"I want you to be here right now." Farah said on call.
"I am here with Afreen I can't leave her alone."
"This is more urgent than one of her sick things. Mr Sharma is here to talk about this house and the loan we have to pay him. I can't handle this alone. Be here in no time. Bye." Farah cuts the line.
"I am worried I have to leave Afreen." Ibrahim said.
"What happened uncle."
"Mr Sharma is at the home to talk about some stuffs. I'll drop you at your college."
"No uncle. I am gonna wait for Rama aunty. She'll be here in some time. And you should go. You must go. Farah aunty needs you there." Afreen said.
" I can't leave you alone here."
"Uncle it's just a matter of minutes. I got this. And I have my burkha on too. There's nothing to worry. You must go." Afreen assured.
"Are you sure about this."
"Yes I am. And let me know about the matter. Okay."
"Okay then bye beta. Take care. Allah Hafiz."
"Allah Hafiz, uncle". Ibrahim left.
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Afreen was waiting for Rama when she heard a baby crying nearby. She , being caring as always, followed the sound and saw a baby lying on the ground alone.
" Hey there! Cutipie." Afreen said.
The baby went on crying. But he stopped crying as soon as Afreen held him up in his arms as if all he saw in Afreen was a motherly figure.
Afreen went forward to search for baby's guardian. But she couldn't see anyone in sight.
"Hell! How is this possible. How can someone leave her own child all alone." Afreen mumbled to herself.
Now next what she heard was voices of men.
"Hell no! This is a foul play! I must run" she opened her camera.She left the baby at the khatiya placed there and tried to run. Her burkha got stuck with her legs and she trembled and fell and became unconscious. The men came forward and grabbed her and just got vanished.
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Next Afreen found herself in a dark room . A kind of old place which looked gloomy as hell.
" Anybody's here?"
*Men laughing*
"Shit. Shit. Where am I?" Afreen to herself.
Next her phone rings. And it was loud enough to reach the men's ears.
" Afreen? Where the hell are..." It was Riya afreen's best friend.
"Riya. I need your help. I have been kidnapped. I am at the construction site."
Just as Afreen opened the camera light of her phone the door opened and Afreen loses control of her phone.
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* Afreen helplessly crying in the background*

"Help! Help me! No. No please don't. No. Let me go. Help."
"She is our meal. Let's have it. Hahaha" Sounds.
"No! No. No. Please no no no no."
And the voice dies.
*Men laughing*
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Back there at Afreen's house.

"Farah?"
"Hello. Mr Ahmed." Mr Sharma greeted Ibrahim.
"What made you come here. The loan? I asked you a time limit of one month."
"Uh-huh that's not what I came for. It is about the real owner of this house."
"What do you mean? Where is Farah?"
"Right here." Farah came in.
"So Mr Ahmed. You gave the ownership of this house to your wife as the Meher at your nikah."
"Yeah so?"
"So dear husband this house belongs to me. And it's me who'll have the final say in the matters of this house." Farah intervened.
"Are you for real? I left Afreen back there just to end up here to know about the Mehr that I am well aware of."
"This was just to tell you, with proof, that who really owns this house." Farah said.
" And also mr Ahmed your wife has already paid the loan. She's a smart lady" Mr Sharma said.
"Uh I know Mr Sharma."
"Shut the hell up you guys. Do whatever you wanna do of this house. The only thing I care about right now is afreen."
Ibrahim's phone rings.
"Hello Uncle." Someone on the call.
"Hello Afreen? "
"No uncle this is me Riya,afreen's friend. Uncle Afreen just called me. She had been kidnapped at the construction site. She is in danger."
" What the hell?" Ibrahim cuts the line. And ran out of the house.
" What the hell is happening" Farah shouted.
"Afreen has been kidnapped. I am leaving for the construction site."
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Hey readers! So this is my first story on wattpad and I am too excited about this.
I am a beginner and I would have done a plenty of mistakes so please do tell me if I went wrong somewhere. This writer is open to suggestions.
Talking about this story, it is an Indian based story. And I,being an Indian, know how actually the rape culture has been increasing in my country. This is just a glimpse into it. Also you'll find some words which are used by indians just to make it look like Indians conversations.
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Lastly I wanted to also share that I am an 11th class student and it will be hard for me to publish the parts regularly. But I'll try to publish them every Sunday.
Pardon me if there is any kind of delay.