Episode 2
Novel:SAFRE_HAMSAFAR /the first day of university 💗🍷🌚
Writer:MANIHA MUNIR 🫶🏻
EPISODE:02🌷🫀:
When she came back home, there were guests in the house. Disappointment spread across her face because today once again her stepmother was going to badmouth her in front of the guests and the housework was going to increase even more than before.
She went towards her room, took a shower, came out of the washroom, offered her prayers and came downstairs, then Mehreem Baji's eyes fell on her.
"Oye Emaan!"
She who was about to call her a wretched cursed girl, changed her words upon seeing Shahida Begum and brought a smile to her face.
"How are you, Emaan beta?"
Shahida Begum said to Emaan lovingly and hugged her and kissed her on the forehead.
"I am fine! Phupho, how are you?"
Emaan also said with the same excitement.
Shahida Begum was Emaan's only paternal aunt and was also very authoritative. How could she not be, she was the elder sister of Sikandar Shah.
Mehreem Begum was also afraid of her and she loved Emaan very much.
Shahida Begum had a love marriage. Mir Shah and Shahida Begum were together in college and university, then they got married. They had a son and a daughter.
The son, Hasnain Mir Shah, was a very big businessman and handsome in appearance too. The daughter, Artash Mir Shah, who was still studying in university.
"Hey! At least meet me too, Emaan child!"
Emaan heard a voice behind her and she turned around and saw her life, her Khala Jaan standing there.
"Oh Khala Jaan! You are the first of all!"
Emaan happily hugged Naila Begum.
And why wouldn't she be happy, she was the last memory of her mother. Who was very dear to her mother and to her too.
Naila Begum was married to Hunain Shah. They had an only daughter, Laila.
"Are you just going to keep talking here or is there something to eat too?"
Mehreem Begum said from inside, burning with jealousy but smiling on the surface.
"Yes, come on!"
Everyone said in unison. And then everyone sat at the dining table. Emaan was very happy because today she was not going to be insulted in front of the guests and she didn't have to cook either. Everyone ate happily.
When they left, Mehreem Begum called Emaan who was memorizing her university lesson in her room.
"Coming, Mama!!"
She ran to her. Mehreem Begum grabbed her hair and pulled hard.
"Ah Mama, leave it, it's hurting."
She said in a tearful voice.
"Today you were very happy, weren't you? Seeing you makes me feel so jealous."
Saying this, she slapped her two-three times on her face. And then pushed her so hard that her head hit the table and she screamed.
And she vented her anger on her and went to her room. And she got up and went to her room crying and closed the door and started crying.
Today she was missing her mother intensely because no matter how much someone loves you, no one can love you like a mother. She started imagining her mother in front of her and talking to her.
"Mama! You know, whenever I see Artash and Laila, I miss you so intensely, my heart wishes, I wish I had also died the day you died."
She closed her eyes in agony.
Then a voice echoed in her ears.
"No my child! Don't say that, look, I am still with you even today."
She opened her eyes and saw a white light in front of her in which she saw her mother.
Her heart wanted to get up and hug her mother and never let her go far, but she remained seated there.
"Mama! I think my second mother is right, I am a cursed wretch because whenever some happiness comes to me, I also get sorrow along with it."
There was so much pain inside her that she felt that she would not be able to describe more sorrow, but she was determined to tell her mother all her troubles.
"No child! Allah has not made any day, any month, any year, any thing and any human unfortunate or cursed."
Fatima Begum sat down and started explaining to her lovingly, but she was a soul, she could not touch her. And at that moment she needed someone close.
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He reached home and went straight to his room. Entering the room, he took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
"Yes! What happened to that rape case? Did he confess his crime or not?"
Bassam said in a very angry manner.
Whatever answer was given from the other side of the phone, Bassam said:
"Okay, I'm coming."
Bassam went to the washroom and changed and came out. Where everyone was having lunch downstairs, he was heading outside when Aziz Begum stopped him by calling him.
"Bassam beta! Where are you going?"
Aziz Begum asked, standing over his head.
"Mama, I am going out. I will be back by evening."
He said in a normal manner.
"No, first you eat your food then go anywhere."
Aziz Begum said with fake anger because she knew her careless son very well that if he doesn't eat, he won't eat even if the whole day passes, that's why she cared a lot about her son.
"Mama, please! Don't do this, it's very important work, please let me go."
Bassam said, seeing her anger, putting on an innocent face.
"No means no, that's it, come and eat with everyone!"
Aziz Begum grabbed him by the ear and dragged him and made him sit at the dining table.
Smiles ran across everyone's faces.
"Mama, you have destroyed my respect in front of everyone. I am a person with such an authoritative personality and you twisted my ears."
Bassam said in a low tone, leaning towards Aziz Begum, then Izel's spontaneous laughter echoed.
Everyone looked at her, but she didn't stop and kept laughing continuously.
"Mama, the person with an authoritative personality, you pulled his ears, weren't you scared?"
Izel said to Aziz Begum.
Then the suppressed laughter of everyone started coming.
"Mama, you know when you picked up this little witch from the trash can, how stinky she was."
Bassam said seriously. All the people present at the table were enjoying their bickering while eating.
"Mama, stop him, otherwise..."
Izel left the sentence incomplete.
"Otherwise what, little witch, are you saying that you admit that you were brought from the trash can?"
Bassam was not going to back down. He was enjoying seeing Izel's angry face, but this pleasure of his did not last long when Izel stood up and grabbed Bassam's hair.
"No little witch, please leave my hair, I just set it, I have to go somewhere."
Bassam said in a pleading manner, then Izel said "Okay" and left them. Bassam did not like this attitude of Izel, that something was wrong.
But he had to go for now. So he didn't pay much attention. And saying Allah Hafiz to everyone, he left.
"Bazil, tell me where is he?"
Devil asked Bazil, who was his right-hand man.
"Sir, he is in the torture room."
Bazil told Bassam. On being called Bassam, he looked at him angrily.
"Sorry, Devil."
Bazil had realized why Bassam had glared at him angrily.
"Hmm"
Giving a slight nod of his head, he entered the torture room and sat on a chair in front of the man present in the room and extended his hand in front of Bazil, then he placed a small knife on his hand.
And then the black cloth that was on that man's face was removed. He looked at Devil and smiled. In response, Bassam also smiled. Bazil looked at both of them in confusion.
"So, Arshad Bao, you are not going to leave your dirty work?"
Bassam said looking towards Arshad Bao.
"No"
He answered and started laughing.
Then Devil got angry. And he placed the knife he was holding in his hand hard on one of his fingers, so blood started to ooze and in a little while Bassam cut half of that finger.
"Aah... Aah!"
Arshad Bao's screams started to rise.
Then he pulled out the nail of his second finger from the root with a nail cutter.
"Aah!"
His scream echoed again, then for the third time he started peeling his flesh. While Bazil, who was standing nearby, was feeling sick.
So he quickly ran outside, then Bazil vomited three-four times and went to wash his face. When he came back, he saw that there were marks all over Rashid Bao's face from which blood was flowing, the condition of his hands was even worse, due to which Bazil felt sick again and he came out and after vomiting four-five more times, washed his face and hands and said to Jafar:
"Jafar, clean him up inside."
"Okay sir.."
Jafar said obediently and left. Bazil went to his house because today's work was only up to here. Bassam also washed his face and hands, changed his clothes and went home.
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