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There is much hope in hopelessness;
for at the end of the dark night, there is light.

The cold and dusty winds swirled around the city with tremor, the moon held back the cry of pain with difficulty and the sky howled as all of them peered down at the disaster that had yet to destroy many homes, yet to break many hearts, yet to unleash many storms.

For after all, it was a woman whose dreams were shattered by yet another barbarian disguised as a man. It was a woman whose dignity was snatched by the man she thought was her protector. It was a woman whose soul was ruthlessly battered by the man who threw her in a storm, unsafe and unguarded.

Sobs echoed around the lawn, the woman knelt on the lush, green grass, defeated and battered. Tears ran down her flushed and burning face without measure, just like her heart where agony knew no boundary. Her eyes closed, her figure a living mess, her hair a chaos and her eyes a graveyard.

Standing before her were a few people, people the world referred to as her family. Her father, her mother, her two brothers. Her guarantee for protection in this world, her anchor to lean on, her saviour from the world; her family.

But the stunned faces and frozen limbs of all of them added to the agony of the young woman, her mind too numb to register any thought but her heart beating mercilessly in her chest, its pain increasing with each passing second.

All four of them had diversity in their expressions except one that was common in all; pain. Pain was as evident as the truth that has been revealed to them-heartbreaking and unbelievable. All of their eyes masked sheer agony as they looked down upon the only daughter of the family. Some eyes shed tears, some were now a stone and yet there were some that hid blood behind the iris.

The mother, after a moment, moved towards her daughter, her gait that of the fallen queen, and fell beside her, covering her torned sleeves with her own large shawl as she pulled her only, beloved daughter close to herself. Hiding in the arms of her mother, the young lady cried, tears staining the ashen face.

"My child! My child!" Her mother said in the smallest of voices, the most painful of all.

"I will not leave him! He dare touch my sister, I will kill that bastard with my bare hands!" The elder brother shouted suddenly with anger; sheer, fierce, raging anger, a type that makes lions retreat.

The father didn't say anything to stop the lava that was bursting inside the heart of his son for his own eyes had refused to move under the heavy weight of the truth that had fallen on all of them. A heaviness seemed to have descend upon them and all of them were silent under the weight of it, only the cries of the lady and curses of the elder brother echoing around the lawn.

"My daughter!" The mother shed uncountable tears as she tightly held her daughter to herself, her own hiccups fusing with the ones that wrecked her daughter's body.

"Save me...please...Mak...Force...Amm...Allah!" The silent sobs and heartbreaking pleas of the daughter reverberated around and the father fell down on his knees like a shot bird, his face stunned and eyes glassy.

"I will not leave that man. I will not let him get away with this! The woman of his own house!" The elder son shouted as he saw his father's fall before turning on his heels and marching towards the garage, his body emitting fire or was it a lava of helplessness?

"Bhai! Bhai! Stop!" The younger one shouted but the cries were met only with more curses from the elder son of the family, his voice making the birds stop their melodious singing and peer down at the man who was determined to shed blood.

"Bhai, please. This will worsen the matter. Bhai!" The younger one talked sense but the elder one was far too gone to comprehend the consequences of his actions at that moment, blood accumulated in his mind.

"Nobody, absolutely nobody can do this to my sister and live to see the sun rise. No one." His voice made the wind quiver and it started blowing heavily around him, as if trying to stop him from doing a thing that will ruin the generations to come.

But the man sliced through the wind with his sharp, determined steps and finally reached the car. Opening the door with a sound that reverberated around the the house, he stopped for a moment and turned around.

"Honour is the only thing that keeps a man going. Your honour has died just like that son-of-a-bitch is going to die. But my honour, thankfully, is still there. And it will not rest until the blood of that man is on my hands." Throwing a hard glance towards his brother, the man stepped in the car and checked for the gun in the dashboard.

It was soon located and the hard expressions deepened on the brother's face before the engine came to life.

"Bhai, please. This is not the solution..." The pleas of the younger brother were met with deaf ears.

The elder one only rotated his head and fixed his red eyes on the younger one before he spoke in a deadly tone.

"I don't want solutions, brother mine. I want his blood and nothing can stop me. Not you, not father." And before the younger brother could utter even a word, the car was out of the garage with a loud sound, filled with men who carried guns, forced to do their master's bidding.

Defeated for he knew his brother wouldn't change his mind, he turned around and looked far ahead at his family, all crying, all hurting and a lone tear escaped the closed lids. They have been thrown in a pit of darkness and everywhere he looked around, he saw only blood, pain and helplessness.

"May Allah destroy you. May Allah ruin you!" He cursed under his breath and looked up at the sky with sheer helplessness, as if his silent plea will reverse the chain of events, as if his sister's dignity will be returned to her just by asking, as if the cries of his family that were tearing apart his world would cease.

It was a cold night, a dark one. A kind on which the wolves are silent and the moon howls, a kind on which the winds don't blow and only the cries roam around the land, a kind on which fates and destinies are decided, a kind on which demons dance, a kind which kills.

And as the reality of the night made way to his heart, he rushed towards his own car with speed, his mobile phone in his hand as he dialled numbers, one after the other, his intention to stop his brother before he committed the act of murder, knowing fully well how powerful the opposite party was.

"Where is he headed?" He asked one of his brother's men hurriedly as he pulled the car out of the garage, sweat beading his forehead contrary to the the cold winds of November that were spread around him.

"Their farmhouse? Stop him!" He barked orders when he was told where his brother was headed on the phone, his own heart constricting like a bud. His parched lips prayed silently, his eyes focused but frightened as he drived towards his destination.

Looking for a person's number on his phone, he pressed his lips together as he dialled, the speed of the car breaking all the limits. Intending to warn the opponent, he waited for the call to be answered but when it went straight to voice mail, he closed his eyes momentarily, fearful beyond measure.

"Allah, Bhai. Please don't do this!" He whispered as he neared the farmhouse, his agitation increasing.

The lights of the farmhouse reflected from his retina when he was a long distance away and fear crawled inside him. His phone was vibrating and as he picked the call, his heart was drumming wildly.

"Sir, we called him; he isn't responding. And your brother has reached the farmhouse. He isn't listening to anyone." The news made fear inside him intensify and he prayed silently under his breath.

"How does my brother knows that he is there?" He asked, almost hoping that his brother got the false news.

"Sir, he called our men in the farmhouse. The news is solid. He is in the farmhouse right now." The man said and the younger brother almost lost his breath as he choked on it.

"Go after him, in any way. Just go! Stop him, whatever it costs!" He almost shouted as he gulped, losing the race against time with each passing second.

The majestic farmhouse sprang into view a few minutes later and sweat poured out his body, his limbs going numb. With a speed of a man about to be caught by bad luck, he drove the car towards the house, his hands trembling with fear.

'Was he too late to save his brother from committing the act that would ruin their generations or was he on time?' The younger brother thought as the tyres of his car screeched outside the house and he rushed inside, his heart losing its rhythm with each hurried step he took as he spotted his brother's car parked a few metres from his.

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Hello, lovelies.

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