OH GOD please not again

No please noooooo

Someone please mama papa!!!!!

panting for air and running in darkness

I can't breathe please leave me

NOOOOOO

She woke up with a jolt like every night she had a nightmare.

Sweat beads were visible on her soft creamy skin.

Arzoo!

After the third call she realized that her uncle is calling her.

She jumped out of the bed and wore her veil on her head and adjust it properly on her shoulders too.

She horridly went downstairs where her uncle was calling her.

'' Asalamu aliakum ''

''walikum salam how are you my child?''

He knew again she had her nightmare and this look of her makes him worried every time he looks at her.

And what concerned him more was that she was sleeping till now because she never sleep after her fajir prayer.

Arzoo was his sister's daughter.

Her father, Aabid Rahmani and his sister, Shahla lost their lives in a suicide bomb blast when she was 6. She survived but that put her in a trauma then her uncle Jamil Azeem and her grandmother took care of her but a year ago Arzoo lost her grandmother too.

She was 25 years old.

She was a very quiet, shy, timid, and introvert person.

She was very beautiful she had big amber eyes straight face with slight snick on her cheeks and cheek bones making her jaw more prominent and beautiful rosy plump and soft lips long lashes and beautiful long curly black hair naturally.

She had a slender figure.

But her beauty was a drawback for her.

Since she had no parents, she was always on the bad eyes of people but her cousin brother Hamid would always protect and preserve her.

He would drop his both sisters to their college and pick them too.

He knew that she was always under bad eyes cause of her looks and shy nature but all he could do was to be with her.

She was in her final year of English literature.

Mr. Jamil Azeem had lost his wife cause of cancer 2 years ago and he was left with his 2 children.

His son Hamid who was 31 years old and was a physician and his daughter Noori was the same age of Arzoo and she was in English literature too.

Arzoo was happy with them.

She clearly remembered the horrible suicide blast which took her parents from her, but she was living a peaceful life with her uncle and her uncle loved her like his own kid.

''are you ok child?''

She smiled happily

''yes, uncle I am fine as always''

'' ok you never sleep after your fajir prayer that's why I got worried for you''

He asked her with concern in his eyes for her.

Arzoo smiled and looked at her kind uncle

'' no I am fine uncle just I missed my prayer I don't know how

You had breakfast?

''where is Hamid brother?

And Noori still sleeping?''

''Hamid went early and no Noori is preparing breakfast so go and fresh in up and we will have breakfast together''.

She give an assuring smile and went to see Noori

''Asalamualikum''

''walaikumsalam go and fresh in up everything is ready''

She nodded and left.

After taking a quick shower she wore a long grey color baggy sweater which was reaching till her knees and match it with a pair of black worm leggings and a black vail she wore it on her head and spread it on her shoulders too since weather was cold and snowing outside.

She went downstairs and on the heather and sit the small table of 4.

Shortly after her uncle and Noori came and the had their breakfast silently but she was feeling like something is not right cause why her uncle and Noori were silent.

After breakfast Mr. Jamil looked at her and then looked at his daughter he deep sighed and then said

''Arzoo today is your parents death anniversary and your paternal uncle Ahmad Rahmani wants to see you they will come for dinner here''

Her heart sunk.

Her breathing got uneasy.

She was never comfortable with them or anyone else.

Her college and her home were the only two places that she was comfortable.

She had only one friend Noori that's it.

Her eyes were shivering

Mr. Jamil saw it.

She looked up at him

Mr. Jamil saw in her beautiful amber eyes a deep ray of sadness.

He deep sighed and look at her '' I know my child that this day always is a dark for all of as but that was ALLAH ( j ) well so we can just pray for them''

Noori held her hand and gently squeeze it.

He put his hand on her head and left for his shop

Arzoo was lost.

''Arzoo lets play with snow see it look so good'

Said Noori

But she was lost in her thoughts.

Noori saw her She side hugged her.

'' I know because of your trauma which you faced you are not comfortable around other people.

We are in same college only I know that why you are uncomfortable around people.

I am in your back up always everywhere.

But I can't be with you always dear.

You have to stand on your feet now''

Arzoo sighed

'' I know but I can't help it Noori you know how people look at me?

The only see two things in me

One that I am an orphan and second cause of my looks.

I know Ahmad uncle and Zarina aunty loves me like their own daughter so Anabia, but I don't feel comfortable with them''

'' its because you don't let anyone to be friends with you

you have shut yourself out ''

she was fudging with her fingers.

Noori sighed

''ok girl! Now stop this shyness leave some for someone special too '' (winked)

Arzoo narrowed her eyes at her

Noori laughed

'' ok ok now get up we have to clean the house and think the menu of dinner too.

She nodded.

But before starting cleaning, Noori knew that Arzoo hates snow but still she dragged her to yard and start playfully hitting her with snow.

She had a problem she would catch cold easily in winter.

And once she is feeling cold it takes time to get warm that's why she hated winter.

She run from Noori and changed her clothes then prayed her qaza prayer.

but her thoughts were muddle, today was the day when she lost her parents infront of her eyes.

she could never forget that

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how will she cop up with her life?

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