Choices! What will it be? #76

I see her illuminated figure in a bright red dress. A red which doesn't look like roses, but like blood. I try to find some prominent emotion in her perplexing expressions, but her floppy sentiments didn't stay for a while on her face. This is going to be our last meetup. Do you know her?

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I tell you her story.Reverse the clock to a month ago. Here you can see she is coming to me. The girl, which is a denotment of all the phrases used to define the term "beauty". She is involved in a very typical love story of a rich girl and a poor boy. She met Alian in a perfume shop which he owned.

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When they both decided to get married, Zanib's family became the biggest hurdle for them. She had a very strong feudal background. Her family strictly prohibited this matrimony, but both decided to opt for court marriage. Without informing their family, they got married. When Zanib told her family about her Nikah, her family seized her in a room. At the same time, her husband was hit by an unknown vehicle, swearley injured, but fortunately he didn't die. Zanib's family forcefully asked her to file a case of divorce against her husband. She agreed, but on her 1st hearing she told the judge about her family and her marriage situation. The judge sent her to Dar ul Aman(a kind of shelter home for women)

Where you can see her coming to me. Actually, she has come back from another hearing for the case, which her family filed against her husband. How was your day? I asked. Pretty good. I'm very hopeful in next hearing judge will grant me to go with my husband. She said but her voice trembled a little. How was your husband? Did you meet him? I asked both questions in a single breath. He will get well soon. His wounds are not as hurting as before. Thanks to Allah. She was looking calm now. Is it easy to live a life without all the luxuries with which you live your whole life? Can you manage it? Still, I didn't believe their vibrant love story.

You have seen me here since last month. And I never said a word about this miserable life. I will do anything for him. And he can turn this world for me. She said in a solid tone. He knew who's car hit him and he didn't say a word about it to me. He came on all hearing in an ambulance and not a single time he complained about his pain. He hired his sister as our lawyer because he didn't trust anybody about me. What else he do?.Zanib's voice rose with excitement.

People said
کہ جب بھوک دروازے پہ دستک دیتی ہے تو محبت کھڑکی سے کود جاتی ہے.

When hunger knocks at the door, love jumps out the window.

I want to draw a dark picture of her future. But she just said time will show who is wrong and who is right.....! Her tone was still as firm as mountains.

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I stand up from my chair and go to her. She did her lipstick, looked at the mirror for the last time and turned to me. So finally, I'm going for ever. Maybe we will never meet again, but you will remain among the most sincere people in my life. Happiness sprouts from her each word.

I pray for your joyful life, and also that nobody deceive you. But I'm afraid of your family's intentions. They could harm you or your husband. I was worried about her life. But on my words a certain calmness spread on her face. I either want to live with Alian, or want to die with Alian. She smiled.

For a while, her teary but smiling eyes made me believe in her love, but the next moment a strange terror passed through me. I thought, how will she survive beyond this gate? She embraced me, cast a last glance, and walked to the main gate. In her 40 steps, she didn't turn back for a single time. She held the handle, took a deep breath, pulled the door and in a second she disappeared in the world on the other side of this old building.

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