Third POV

Haya was passing by the hall to pick up the clothes that she washed a while ago.

Placing Noor on the carpet in hall. She started to walk out, passing by the door she heard 'illegitimate child', making her stop her steps.

................ illegitimate child that's why her parents threw her out. Can't you see that.

She never wanted to listen what was going on but that word made her still on her place.

With every word that Mrs. Hassan said it broke Haya.

"You don't know about her, the things people are saying about her. Even her own parents threw her out because they asked her to give the baby to a willing family but she refused. Tell me
.... okay you tell me, who does that for someone's child. She was even gone somewhere to hide her child"

Haya wanted get out of there. She didn't wanted to listen to all this. Which was all wrong. She was innocent. She was never in a Harram relationship.

Her legs refused to even take a step, she wanted to get out of there but she listened to it all, with tears dripping down her face, supporting her weight with her hand on wall.

"Allah ...." she mumbled .... a plead to her god. Maybe somehow he can do something to make all these people believe in her innocence.

Nodding to his mother half heartedly. Ashar stood up to but he came face to face her. His eyes rounded for a second seeing right out side the door.

On the other hand she didn't even have energy to see what his face was showing.

How can it be different from others?

After gulping like a fish for few minutes Ashar tried to say her to leave in most polite way. So that he doesn't hurt her.

"Haya! ........ if you have done it then accept it and do as your parents tell you to do ......" he was still saying but was cut off by her.

"What do you mean that IF I have done it ......." He was taken back but her counter question while she shivered on her place listening to his words. A straight accusation saying that she has committed that Grave sin.

She was out of expression for the accusation that were thrown at her from everyone.

She should laugh or cry at this, she didn't how to react to all this. So tried managing both expression at the same time.

Lifting her eyes she smiled looking at him with tear in her eyes and this happens when you feel the worst pain and that was what she was feeling. "You believe what people say ...." She pointed at him and then her nostril flared in anger "Nothing will matter, what I say ......nothing ......" She gritted her teeth and lowered she voice. For the first time she expressed her emotions about the accusations. She wanted to scream, scream and scream till the world has heard her but still who will believe her

"There is ..... no point of ..... .... my explanation" she said in a mere whisper shrugging her shoulder.

She needed to controlled her temper, after all she was under his roof.

Ashar was in a shock still absorbing. He didn't knew what to say. He was speechless.

Haya took two steps raising her both hands like she surrendered pressing her trembling lips in a thin line. She stepped back picking up Noor from the carpet in the hall then turn back towards him

"I told you everything but still what people are saying matters most. I thought you believe me .......... You never did na ....." She questioned and answered herself.

"Haya....." Ashar called as he felt bad but was cut short again by Haya.

"I will leave ....." she said gulping down the sob that was about to escape and left for her room before she is accused with something new.

Ashar saw Noor leaning on her shoulder looking at him with her small eyes. He saw her till she entered her room and closed the door.

Sighing he walked and slumped down on the sofa in the hall.

What kind of mess he ended himself in.

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Shayan was back. he back just after he listened that Haniya died. it forced her to come back not for Haniya but someone else.

He was back but from many days. After landing on Karachi airport he dragged his suitcase and sat on the one few benches on the airport.

It was more than a month since Haniya's death but it was something else that made him come back.

He was so busy in his world that he lost his piece.

Sitting on these chairs he didn't knew what to do. Thinking for many hours he didn't find one suitable friend that he could tell his problem to.

He needed help. Whom he should consult? Whom should he ask for help?

Blank .... Not a single person came in his mind he could ask for help.

What he did was not normal sin. But a GRAVE sin.

After thinking which seem like forever he dialed the number. He knew d get mad but he would help him for sure.

He was the only one. 

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Ashar was in his office but the morning's incident was moving in his head like an unforgotten memory. He took out a cigarette to calm his nerves down.

Rubbing his forehead he stood infront of his glass window of his office smoking.

Why did she adopted her? Haya was not a girl like this years ago. Why there was a sudden change? What made her change so much? Where did she adopted her from?

This all was frustrating. He rubbed his hand over his face. 

 After few minutes a call caught his attention, it was a foreign number.

"Hello!!!" he said receiving the call.

"Hello" he said again as he didn't got any response from that side.

Just as he was about to end it someone said "Bhai!!!!" in a very familiar voice.

"Shayan ..... Allah where are you? Do you even know how worried we were if it was not your bank account data or else I would have considered you as dead ......" but before he could complete his rant he heard hysteric crying on the other side.

"Shayan ...... what happened? why are you crying? .... Shayan .... Shayan ....." Ashar panicked.

"Bhai ....." he said while crying like a kid. "Bhai......."

"Where are you I am coming right now" Ashar said while picking up his coat.

"Air .... Airport" Shayan hardly uttered between his cries.
Ashar never heard Shayan crying it must something very serious that made him cry.

"Just ... just wait there I am coming" Ashar made his way out to him as soon as possible.

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Entering the airport Ashar ran inside to find Shayan. Running here and there to find him he was stopped by a tap on his shoulder making him turn. "Bhai"

"Shayan ...." Ashar shivered taking his name. He was not recognizable. .Dark thick patches around eyes, cheek bone visible like he has not given anything to eat for a year. His figure was more like a stick with clothes on it.

"Bhai ......" He started crying again hugging him. "Bhai ..... I am sorry ...."

Digesting his appearance he said "Shayan what happened why are you crying ... tell me ...??"

"Bhai Allah is never gonna forgive me ...... I sinned ..... Bhai....." Shayan for the first time admitted what he did but it was too late.

"What have you done?" Ashar said separating him from himself with a jerk.

Joining his hand Shayan stood in front to him with great shame. It was not only shame but also pain, unending pain. Pain of losing his piece and love. In a year he fell for a person he never imagined. He fell for her.

"What have you done ...Tell me? Ashar glared separating him for himself. He knew he must have done something serious that made him cry like this. He was not a cry person.

"Bhai please forgive me" Shayan said while holding his joined hands infront of him and started an untold tale.

A tale of his sin.

A tale which left him more than broken.

Flashback

Slumping beside her. A smirk made across his face. Then he did what he never wanted to do. He destroyed her under the influence of alcohol. They thought they would work out but with the next sun rise it all became all a stray thought. The deed was already done.

The sun was shining with all it's glory, the night was over now.

Haniya took hold of her aching head.

Fixing her eyes to light she glanced side ways like she used to do every morning.

But stopped seeing a naked chest.

Blinking several times she got up only to be welcomed by a cold air stealing the warmth from her body.

Her eyes rounded, Abruptly getting off the bed she moved into the corner gathering her dupatta in her fist.

It took her few minutes to realize it was Shayan.

With a sob echoing she rushed towards him.

"Shayan get up" Haniya poked his arm while covering herself with her dupatta putting her fist in her mouth.

"Shayan how can you!" She yelled as tears stormed down her face. It was the first time she lost all the patience she once possessed.

"Shayan!!" She yelled yanking him up from his slumber.

"What the HELL ....." He yelled in frustration and straightened holding his aching head with closed eyes. Dashing her hand.

"How can you!? Shayan ...... How ... . how can you!?" She punched his naked chest with all the power she possessed.

"What is wrong with yo ........." He stopped as he opened his eyes, as soon as he realized the surrounding around him his mouth went dry.

How is he gonna fix this now? his eyes widened. As realization drowned onto him.

What he did was a GRAVE sin. How would he forgive himself.

Haniya slumped beside the bed covering her face with her both hands sobbing for irreparable damage that he did. He took her most precious thing.

This was the last time they saw each other. After he dropped her at her house. It was 5 in the morning.

Like a crowd he booked the first tick to America.

This was it. He was escaping from it. The easiest way out.

Without glancing back once. Forgetting that night can leave a it's traces too.

Flashback end.

As he ended Ashar started punching him without seeing where he was punching him. Shayan didn't defend himself, he knew deserved. He deserved more than that.

Seeing both man fighting in the accesses of airport, the security hurriedly rushed towards them tearing them apart. Ashar stood in hold of a security guard with nostrils flaring, taking in deep breaths. While Shayan was on floor with roaring cough.

"You bastard ...." Ashar yelled in the hold of the security guard.

"Bhai"

"Don't call me that" Ashar seethed in anger.

"Sir its better you solve your personal matters at home not on public places" one of the security guard said leaving Ashar arm.

"Bhai .... Sorry...." Shayan said in between cough and deep breath to calm himself. "I... I... am.... dying"

Before Ashar's brain could register his words the security guard interrupted.

"You have 5 minutes to leave Sir before we throw you out" the other guard leaving them there.

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Ashar's POV

Sitting on the bench. We both were only few feet's away but left like there was a sea in between us. A silence that was eating.

After good 15 minutes he spoke again. "Bhai .... I have a daughter"

Before I could spat on him to never call me that he robbed my tongue form all the words.

"What ???? .... What!!!!!! ....." I shuttered turning towards him with wide eyes. Glancing at the phone he passed it towards me.

"She .... Is ..... m.... my daughter" He shuttered saying my.

I picked up to come across a picture of an infant wrapped in a white.

"You mean your and Haniya's daughter ....." My eyes rounded further.

Nodding I saw a tear rolling down his eyes. A sight that I was seeing. I am seeing him cry. Never in my life I have seen him crying. I have seen throwing things in anger, smiling, drunken acting insanely but never crying.

"And where is she now?" I questioned to who was busy looking at the sky like he was finding something.

"I .... don't know .... " He said clutching his hair and heels of his palms covering his eyes and his elbows resting on this knees.

"This is all I have...." He cried like a broken man.

Leaving my anger behind, I patted his shoulder "We will find her" I took at my will power not to snap at him now.

"She was adopted by someone. I don't know what will they be doing with her ..... Who is she ......." He wailed for his lost part.

But suddenly was stopped by a roaring cough.

I looked at Shayan who was coughing with his hand against his mouth. And clutching his stomach.

"Shayan .... Shayan.... " I grabbed and stopped him falling off the bench.

I saw his eyes rolling back. I tapped his face again and again.
"Shayan ... Shayan ...."

"Bhai..... please .... I am .... Dying"

"Bhai .... find..... her...." Shayan said hold my hand.

"Shayan ... Shayan ....What are you saying?"

"Her ..." he whispered, squeezing my hand that was in his hold.Pleading with his eyes.

"Shayan ... Shayan ....." I called but he fainted in my lap.

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