The dark room, occupied with pure silence, was triggering her a lot. Clenching her fists and letting fat tears roll down her eyes, she innocently blinked at the lady cop who was glaring at our poor Noya as if she had stolen someone's husband! Noya's stomach growled, not minding the intensity and weight of the situation, making her smile with embarrassment. "Hehehe, I am just a bit hungry," she said, shrugging.

The lady cop narrowed her eyes at her, not before saying, "This is not a restaurant, and neither am I asking for your order," the sarcasm dripping from her voice. Noya pouted and rolled her eyes, huffing her cheeks. She looked here and there. "Do you really think that an innocent girl like me would do anything like this?" she asked with her puppy eyes. To which the lady cop glared at her more.

Meanwhile, the head cop enters the cell. Seeing the girl tied up to the chair, he sighed at his juniors for being a bit more strict than the rules with a woman. "What's the matter here?" he questioned the lady cop, who glared at Noya and narrated the whole plot which they had highly misunderstood.

Noya dramatically gasped at her words and shook her head in a negative manner. "No sir! This is absolutely absurd!" she said, making the head cop go into confusion. "Absurd?" he questioned, raising one eyebrow. Noya giggled and answered, "I talk about taste when I am hungry," she said with pure innocence. The old head officer couldn't help but chuckle at her childishness. Some people are innocent with all their heart.

"Anyways, what's your name? Which family do you belong to?" he questioned, as his experience suggested that this girl had ended up here due to her own carelessness. Noya's smile dropped, and her mind started to revolve around the word "family." What is a family? Who is a family? She didn't know the answers to these questions. The head cop inquired about the rest with the lady cop, leaving Noya alone for a few seconds.

All her memories were hitting her hard. The head cop returned to the cell with a tablet. "Just one last question, how are you related to Mr. Barq?" he asked. Noya shifted in her seat before answering. "I work as a nanny," she said in a slow whisper.

"Was there anything that you found suspicious or inappropriate about him?" he asked, reading her face. Her cheeks turned red the moment she heard his name. She shook her head no. "Alright, we have to go under some investigation so that we might free you, please cooperate," he said, standing up to leave. Noya nodded in agreement.

The moment the cop turned around to leave, she called him, "Cop uncle, can you please do me a favor?" she requested. Unable to resist her plea, as she sounded very needy, he simply nodded. "Don't send the avocado cop here again. She might end up eating me raw," Noya said, pouting like a kid. The cop chuckled and shook his head. Indeed, hungry Noya is always too much fun. He made sure to get her at least some bread and jam.

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Barq was processing the information that he got from the doctor. Umayyad used to take drugs. He was an alcoholic person. How come he didn't know all his habits? Weren't they best friends? He thought, stressing himself a lot. His mind started spinning.

While here, Amayra woke up from her sleep. She yawned and looked around, but couldn't find her daddy by her side. Her mood turned sour and grumpy. Hopping down from the bed, she walked out, toddling. She called for her daddy numerous times. As she came downstairs, her eyes welled up with tears.

She looked around at the unfamiliar mansion and fear gripped her heart. All she needed was her daddy. She heard some crockery noise and walked towards the sound. There, she found an older lady working in the kitchen. "Excuse me, have you seen my daddy? He usually wanders here and there, can't stay in one place," she said, making the older lady chuckle at her words.

The older lady smiled at the cute little girl. "Your daddy is in his study, over there," she says softly, bending at her level. Amayra nodded and sped up to the wrong door. She pushed the door open, halted at her steps. The two teenage boys snapped their heads towards her. She pouted at them, who weirdly looked at her. "Amor," she heard her father's voice and turned around with excitement. As Amayra stepped forward, she got tangled with her unlocked shoes and was about to fall. One of the teenage boys hurriedly rushed towards her, holding her by her arms.

"Easy, girl," he says softly. Amayra looked here and there, not finding her daddy again. She wobbled her lips. "Daddy," she says as a sob left her mouth.

Barq quickened his steps as he was on the right side of her, but due to huge pillars, she couldn't spot him much.

As he comes closer, she quickly runs to him, holding her close and calming his panicked daughter. He found his adopted brother standing there with an emotionless face.

"Hubaab, when did you arrived?" Barq asked meeting him after decades. He met this boy when he was just 8 years old. Now he was all growing up into an adult. A 16 old year boy who holds mysteries in his aquatic eyes.

"Just a week ago," Hubaab says in a simple tone. These two brothers were not that close. They talk officially much.

Barq nods and focuses back on his armor. He sniffs and peeks at Hubaab, maybe trying to recognize who he was. The teenage boy leaves the two in silence. Barq's attention shifts to Amor as her stomach growls more. "Let's get you some pancakes," he says, not before ruffling her hair.

The day comes to an end. Amayra is enjoying the time with her daddy, missing her Annie. Meanwhile, Barq is waiting for the forensic reports of Umayyad, which could clarify things more.

Meanwhile, Noya is gazing out from the smallest window. The moon is peeking with its light. Sighing at destiny's plans, twists, and turns.

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Asslamualaikum/ hey
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Also duao me yaad rkhna its very important raate of Ramdan infact very important and precious nights for the whole Ummah. Remember Gaza children, people in ur prayers. Honestly hume iss baar Eid nhi manani chahye as half of community is suffering. How can we celebrate when our brothers and sisters are giving the hardest tests of lives, deen and duniya.

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