she turned violent and declared my crime that was not actually mine . Some men came and I felt the friction on my limbs . I tried my best but failed to escape .

But something inside me told . It told to trust the girl .
Why ? I don't know .Who? I don't know . What ? What a non sense . It is happening and I know it by all senses .
Then , something pricked me . Something as a nut or blade . I looked back to see it but found nothing . I turned back and found myself back to the seat infront of her . Little did I realized of my day dreaming habit .

"What, Islamabad . You are joking right ? "
"No , it's right ."
"So, are you a visitor or aaaaaa.."
"None of the above " was my reply " I am here as a permanent citizen "
"Why ?" Asked she .
"For a new life "
"What !"
"I can't tell you "
Silence prevailed .
None of us broke the silence .

I understood . The reason was my past . And I don't want to disturb her any more . My past is not trustable and nor my future is guaranteed . I am a terrorist child with a disastrous past and i don't have any reason to be trusted .
" I understand " said I and left the cafe .

I can never be a part of a country. I was a stranger and will always be. this were the feelings that I felt while leaving the cafe. but something inside me was not ready to go. I tried to drag it with full force think it to be my fate when I heard the words.
"Lets search together . two heads are better than one"
I turned around and it was she with a bike in her hands.
"I had told you " someone side inside me .
"Oh okay, thanks "
"In friendship, neither thank you and nor sorry "
"So, Are we friends? "
"Of course "

I don't know what to say but tried to give a thumbs up and sat behind her with a vibration in vocal cord.
And the inertia rule followed. I don't know why this inertia is coming in my sentences , i think because of that professor who was sitting be)

m I with here . I even don't know her surname . is she trustable?
Shit. Curse me. She has trusted me and who is me to doubt her.
"Baral"said she.
"Huh... "
"Don't worry, I know , you we're thinking of my surname "
"How?"
"Just guessed "
"nice guess"
She smiled at me.
I know, I am with a stranger but my loneliness has gone.
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