Bruised ✔

Chapter 16

Chapter No 16

"What did she say?" They were sitting in their office when Junaid inquired if he talked to Meerab about him. To his question he just shook his head

"Nothing"

"What do you mean by nothing?" He didn't get it

"She just fainted and that's it. I didn't talk to her after that" it was a half lie. Honestly speaking he was overwhelmed by her reaction. Her denying, that she don't want to marry anyone was hard for him to register

"Fainted!" It was hard even for Junaid to fathom, "Is she alright now?"

"Hmm" he just nodded

"Junaid" he again called him and Junaid turn to him attentive

"I think it's better if we subside this proposal thing for a while. I think you should give her sometime"

"I am willing to give her even a lifetime" with that said Junaid moved out of the cabin, leaving him flabbergasted

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Thankfully Wali or no one in the house ever talked to her about Junaid. She was afraid though for Junaid. She wanted to meet him and refuse him straight away but she was hesitant because of Wali's reaction that night. She was unable to comprehend his anger at this issue. Why was he so eager to get her marry to Junaid? Is she a burden for him?

Of course she is! If she look back it was only her who caused trouble and hurt to him and Wali, he being a good friend always stood by her side

Good Friend,another harsh reality of her life

She didn't realize when Wali became the reason for her to breathe, to live. When he told her about Junaid's proposal; she felt the soul leaving her body. She cannot live away from him

Sagheer Ali ruined her so much that she felt herself unworthy of any man; and for Wali, he deserved much better than her. He deserved a pure girl

She was engrossed in sketching. The only thing that could give her peace. After transferring her thoughts to paper, she would feel a burden to be relieved of her. The knock on the door startled her. It could only be Wali

"Come in" quickly holding her sketchbook she got up to put it on the study table when he opened the door

"Are you busy?" He inquired just peeking through the door

"No, come" Only when she shook her head to no, he entered in

She was standing near her study table and because he has seen her keeping her sketchbook there so he straightly came there

She tried to take book from there when he quickly held it and opened the page where she was drawing

"Wali give it to me" but it was too late. He was now looking at the sketch amazed

"Who is she?"

It was a five year old girl who was dripping in blood cowering from an old man who was stabbing her brutally with a knife

"She's Rosaline" Telling him, she was lost in that moment when she first met this child. Rosaline reminded her of her own self; their stories so remarkably same

"She is a combo of cute and pretty" Wali smiled seeing the innocent look on little Rosaline's face

"She was cute!" Meerab pressed was and he looked at her quizzically

"What do you mean?"

"She is dead" she announced letting out a deep sigh. Her fingers now trailing at the edge of the table while her face turned red in an attempt to control her emotions