Haya POV

I felt a tug on my arm then I was slapped by someone and fell on the floor bumping onto something. The only thing that I register was that someone pulled me by my arm and then what happened my mind didn't registered. Ignoring the stinging pain on my cheek. I removed by hair from my face and glanced up.

I saw Mama fuming in anger. My mind stopped working seeing her hand which was raised. Never in my life I was slapped by anyone. I felt everything getting blur due to the tears that filled my eyes. Next I felt someone holding me by my shoulders.

"Who was that bastard?" Mama yelled shaking my shoulder.

But my mind was totally blocked by the slap I received few moments ago that to by Mama.

"Who was that bastard huh?" again I was shook by my shoulders.

As tear leaked from my eyes I saw Mama holding my shoulders.

"Whose daughter is she?" she again said shaking me by my shoulder. Holding my shoulder she made me stand.

"Tell me who was he with whom you have destroyed yourself with huh?" She yelled blocking my all senses.

He ... I destroyed myself with ......

"Tell me damnit" she yelled slapping once more.

But this time her slap brought me to the reality. I looked at her like I didn't knew her. What she asked was beyond my imagination. This was the last thing I could imagine. I knew people will say this but I never imagined to hear it from my mother's mouth.

"What .... Are you ... saying mama?" I shutter asking it. Maybe I would have heard wrong what she said. Maybe my ears might not be working right.

"Who was he!!!? Call him now" She yelled pushing me back a little.

"Who .... Who are talking about?" I asked in a confused state.

"I am talking about your lover whose mistake you are carrying like a medal, showing it to the world" she said making my eyes go wide.

"Mama ...." I gasped.

"For god sakes stop lying to us. We are not blind to see the similarity between you and her ......... Call him now .... So we can marry you off with him" she said making my eyes bulge out.

"No ... she is not my biological daughter I ....." I cut off by another slap.

"STOP ...... STOP lying to us .... Call him now ... you have only 24 hours" she yelled getting out of my room.

Who was that bastard ...... Call him .... Whose daughter is she ... Your lover .... Marry you off ...... Call him ..... 24 hours ..... Ya Allah.

Squinting my eyes. I broke down into don't know how many pieces.
Accusation that my own mother threw at me. How can she. How can she even think like that.

"What did you think your past will leave you. A party girl's character is never good from the first day. See what your heart made you do for Shayan." my brain mocked at me laughing.

Third POV

As soon as Mrs. Khan left the room. Sarah rushed in who was observing everything stand out but she was too afraid to come in. She never saw Mrs. Khan so angry in her life.

She rushed in towards Haya and hugged her. She knew why she left. She had idea about her feeling towards Shayan. She noted how Haya would always ask her every Eid. "Did he arrive?" How she use rush to get ready before he would come. How she would rush towards her room to give final touches to her make to look perfect for him. She knew why she left.

"I am sorry" Sarah mumbled to Haya who was crying with hicks.

"Sarah you trust me na" Haya asked in between her sobs. She was broken by the distrust her own mother showed. She was looking for assurances.

Sarah nodded in her crock "I trust you" she said with all her belief.

Sarah felt a liquid on her Shirt. Picking Haya's head she saw her forehead bleeding.

She gasped seeing the cut. She placed her hand to stop the blood.

Haya kept on crying constantly. The physical pain was very less as compared to the pain her heart was in.

Sarah made her sit on the bed and brought the first aid box from her cupboard and did her first aid. She had a cut on her eye brow and bruised lip.

What was Sarah doing, nothing mattered to Haya. Her mothers words were still piercing her ears like needles.

Who was that bastard ....... Whose daughter is she? ......... Tell me who was he with whom you have destroyed yourself with huh? ..... Who was he!!!? Call him now ......
I am talking about your lover whose mistake you are carrying like a medal showing it to the world ......

For god sakes stop lying to us. We are not blind to see the similarity between you and her ......... Call him now .... So we can marry you off with him

STOP ...... STOP lying to us .... Call him now ... you have only 24 hours.

Putting her hand on both ears she shook her so that she somehow get these words out of her mind.

But no matter how much she shook her head the words still came back again and again and again. They never stopped.

Sarah clean her bruised lip and applied some ointment. Haya was still sitting there with her hands on her ears.

Carefully Sarah pulled her hands down from her ears and said what she needed to hear while cupping her face gently.

"I know why you left" Sarah said and Haya's eyes wide. She never knew Sarah knows about anything.

"I know why you left and I know she is not your daughter. I TRUST YOU. I know you were doing bad but you cannot do a sin" Sarah assured her while whipping her tears.

It made Haya light but she wanted to hear it from her mother. She wanted her assurances not Sarah's.

They were both pulled out of the moment with Noor's cry.

Haya told Sarah to bring Noor milk to which she obeyed.

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Mrs Khan left her room and went into her room. She sat on the sofa. She felt sorry for slapping Haya for a second than she thought she deserved it. She committed a sin. She deserved more slaps.

A guilt filled her heart. Why didn't she observed her. Why didn't she taught her modesty. Why didn't she stopped her partying nature. Why didn't she kept an eye on her. Why didn't she stopped her from Haram (prohibited in Islam)

"You never knew she could do this" her heart gave her a reason.

"But she was your responsibility" her Brain mocked.

Tears spilled down in regret from her eyes. She wanted that somehow time could go back and she could stop her but it was too late now.

As Mr. Khan entered their room he saw his wife crying. He sat close to his wife to comfort her.

After crying for some minutes more Mrs. Khan called her husband.

"Salman, did you see how she reacted to Haya ..... " She gulped down the lump in her throat.

"I think they were right .... We were only blind ....." Mrs. Khan said with a loud sob.
"What do you want to say Seema, say it clearly" Mr. Khan said unable to understand her.

"Salman I think she is Haya's daughter" Mrs. Khan said stopping another sob.

"WHAT!!??" Mr. Khan yelled.

"Do you realize what are you saying? " Mr. Khan again yelled while placing his hand on his forehead.

His throbbing veins could be seen on his forehead.

Mrs. Khan nodded. "Did you see, she totally looks like Haya .... same copy ...... And I don't think anyone's child can be this similar to Haya" Mrs. Khan looked at her husband.

"Did she .... Oh God what has she done" Mr. Khan stood up and grabbed the knob of the door fuming.

"Salman I told her to call him" Mrs. Khan hurriedly took hold of his arm.

"Seema ..... what has she done" Mr. Khan pealed his arm out of his hold and start pacing the room rubbing his forehead.

"Tell her to call him. I cannot tolerate her presence in my house anymore" Mr. Khan turned towards her and told her with his red eyes filled with anger.

Nodding Mrs. Khan made him sit down. "Salman calm down, your BP will shoot up"

"Tell her to call that bastard today by itself. I don't want to see her face by next morning here in my house" Mr. Khan said while clenching his fists.

His only daughter destroyed her. She was his pride but not anymore. His eyes didn't watered but still his heart cried for the pain his only daughter put him in. Why was this happening to him. First Haniya's sudden death and now Haya. He was a old man he could not absorb all this. He closed his eyes ignoring the slight pain in this left arm.

Both husband and wife were crying deeply for pain their only daughter put them in.

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The sun was setting but Haya was still in shock what happened to her hours ago. She was constantly looking at Noor who was in her lap and was now about to wake up from her nap. Since her mother left. She kept looking at her. Similarity they carried. Same eye color. Same features. Same hair color that was darker before and now was matching hers.

She should be in a Awe or Shock. She was unable to compose her own feelings. Was it a miracle or just a coincidence. What was it?.

As Noor opened her eyes the similarities they had were clear now. Her eyes and her small eyes, they were of same color. They even had the same shade of hazel color, exceptional it was.

After a moment she took her in her arms
In all this, the sanity she had was due to Noor. She was a constant reminder that she needs to fight.

She walked towards the kitchen and started boiling milk for her. Standing in the kitchen her stomach growled. She didn't eat anything since morning neither she wanted to but the growl of her stomach made her search for something. She found a sandwich kept in the fridge.

After giving Noor her feeder. She slowly started munching on the sandwich. Even taking a bite was painful because of the bruises on her lips and her swollen cheek. Eating even half was very difficult but she managed to eat more than half until. Mr. Khan came into kitchen.

Mr. Khan was passing by the kitchen when he saw Haya eating peaceful, here his breathing had become difficult and she was eating. He took long steps towards the kitchen.

"Get out .... Now ...." Mr. Khan fumed throwing a glass from the kitchen counter.

Haya quickly got up from stool gathering Noor in her arms and taking two steps back.

"Baba...." She shuttered with fear.

"I said ......To be continued

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