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Third Person's POV:
Life is like a bubble. *Pop* Everything just vanishes within seconds. One day you are happy and other day there is no happiness. These astonishments can be the best or the most noticeably terrible. There life was going smooth. No misery nothing incorrectly, but at some point there will be a day where everything breaks.
Both were happy. Two months have been past since there marriage. Wild, insane, cheerful sensational. That is what there marriage was. To them joy was the only thing that is important. Helping one another, offering solace to your significant other, adoring one another, demonstrating how much one's quality issues to other, is marriage. He had developed to cherish the littlest thing of her .Having her in his arms gave him satisfaction that he couldn't describe. Safe is what she felt in his arms.
Like Every story have ups and downs , so has theirs.
It was the late in night around 1:00am. Moon was shining brightly in the sky, stars tingling together giving sensational view. Due to silence, one can heard the sound of cricket easily. Everyone was deep in sleep in the house except for one, who was busy in packing bag while talking to someone.
"Yeah okay fine zaigham. I just come down." Said in hushed tone. Picking up the bag she went downstairs. Just as she reached the bottom of stairs, she felt some sounds coming from kitchen , so she hurriedly goes out of the house where zaigham was waiting for her on bike
Feeling her throat dry , Fatima got up to drink water. The jug placed beside her side was empty. She gave yousaf a glance, who was sleeping peacefully. Wrapping a shawl around herself she went outside. She was wearing the same clothes of yesterday as she was too tired to change. Going inside the kitchen, she filled up the jug. Suddenly she heard the sound of bike's engine starting. Zaigham was trying to start the bike but it seems like something is stuck.
Fatima ran outside. The scene she saw , shocked her. Aisha sitting on a bike with some guy who was trying to start. In her hand was a bag.
"Aisha" she shouted. Hearing Fatima's voice , Aisha was clearly shocked.
"Zaighamjaldikro"
(Zaigham be quike)
"Mein kia kron bike nichalrahi" he kicked the paddle.
(What can i do , bike isn't starting)
Meanwhile Fatima opened the main gate. She held Aisha's hand and drag her inside. Aisha knew her father and brother will surely kill her if they get to know that she was running. She threw her bag underneath the car placed in porch. Fatima didn't noticed it. Zaigham was also coming behind them silently. What they didn't knew that Aisha's mother was watching whole scene.
Just as they all reach the lounge, Asma begum came running towards them.
"Ye kia shoormachayahoahaiadhiraat ko. Or tumnaymeribetika hath kuaisaypakrahai" Asma begum hurriedly took Aisha's hand and brought her behind. Now only Fatima was standing with Zaigham.
