Dua Agha Khan used to be a loud and cheerful girl. Her family referred her as the life of the house, she kept the house alive as her family described, but as said there is a thing called "evileye" that chocked her cheerfulness out of her.From marryi...
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Dua's POV
2 years.
I can't help but wonder if I even lived in those two years. It feels like it was just yesterday when I was re introduced to this world, when I regained my voice, when I opened my eyes to my horrible reality.
What happened, happened in my past. I cannot change that. I've lived through it, I've witnessed it and I've survived it. I may have lost my hope somewhere in the darkness quite a few times but it always comes back to me in one way or another.
Hope never left me as I thought, or as I still think, it just waited for me to discover it in the deepest pits of my existence.
Blinking the haze away from my eyes I focused on the words that i had subconsciously typed on the screen.
One step at a time, she took.
I pulled the laptop shut and massaged my temples frowning at the burning sensation in my eyes. It felt as though I hadn't slept a wink when clearly I took those prescribed pills for a better sleep since I had a meeting to attend.
My phone rang and I looked over at it. Throwing my head back I sunk in my seat sighing deeply. Declining the call I texted my brother asking him what he wanted to say.
"Baba's friend and his family is coming home for lunch. Better come home early today"
~Shahzain
I rolled my eyes before replying while nodding at my assistant who came to inform me about the meeting.
"I'm going for the meeting right now. I'll come back right after I'm free"
After attending the meeting and receiving a good response from the publisher I shook hand with her and took my leave and headed over to my car.
My phone was blowing up with messages from my sister and brother but I ignored them and drove calmly to my house. Ok my way i admired the nature my city was blessed with, the greenery all cleaned from the recent rain and I couldn't help but gaze at the passing trees in amazement.
Honestly I didn't feel like going home, especially when there were more than the people I'm used to having around me. Azan uncle and his family are nice people, they are polite and caring but their son, well I have different opinions about him.
He's rude and cold.
I don't know why but he's always angry, he gets pissed off at the most minor things and is the very few times that I've met him in these two years he never once acknowledged me like a decent human being.
The journey came to end and I stepped out of my car with a long tired sigh. Driving alone has always been a beautiful experience, most times I have Myra api with me but since she had a trip planned with her husband she's gone out of country.
