He stands in front of his window looking at the rain pouring down on the ground drenching it. He knows it by his heart that the sky was weeping along with the woman just a little away from his room.

Unfortunately, as she said those words the doctor decided it was the best time to enter and then on they were preoccupied with Zainab that they didn't have a chance to continue their talk.

Now, it was night and the sky was lighting with thunderous noises letting him know that someone was as angry as this thunder.

If she was the rain then he was the thunder.

Because the bubble of anger that had taken place in his chest wasn't anywhere near calming down. It was only increased by every passing minute.

Obviously, he had known such matters while saving his mother from knowing them. He had always come around the filth along with his father and running an orphanage was never a piece of cake rather it was a continuous battle of saving lives and knowing the world a little deeper.

He was built strong.

Or so he thought.

Because the moment he had heard about what happened to her he was losing his senses and all the rational thoughts at once. He didn't even realise that he was worked up to the point that he would have dragged everyone and tied them to the tree to let them know what she went through even if it meant he will end up being a criminal.

It's simple, really.

The unjust justice system is no mystery to anyone. If one wants justice they can spend years for it and still not have it and if someone returns the favour to their criminal having their own justice- they will be a criminal who will be brought to justice while the original criminal will leave without being convicted.

So much for justice.

There was something else he felt just as strong as anger. It was agony- the pain to know that someone he cared for had gone through something so terrible. He had always saved his mother yet the two new women in his life had gone through all kind of hardship and he wasn't able to do a thing.

He watched a figure walking to the garden where they have a fountain similar to the orphanage because his mother loves it. She stands in the rain drenching to her bones and he knows for the fact that she was crying and he couldn't bear to look at it from here anymore.

She stands under the rain trying her best to know the reason for what went wrong that she engraved with this pain in this world. As much as she looks around now she realises that her father shielding her from the real world that she never realise that the real world is all about pain. It is meant to cut through your heart and make it bleed. There is no precaution and no way of being safe for so long.

She closes her eyes as she turns her head towards the sky taking a deep breath. It wasn't until the rain stopped pouring at her that she opened her eyes blinking them as she finds an umbrella over her shielding her away from the darkness.

He walks to stand in front of her under the same umbrella watching her intently.

"They were Omar and Huzaifa, weren't they? They are your family". It was his question to say at least he just needed confirmation

He thought long and hard that's when he joined the pieces together. Omar was the one she saw in the market that had her shake in terror. Omar was her brother and Huzaifa was her father who he always found lost in his world.

"Yes. They are my family". She said chuckling bitterly, "I don't think they are my family anymore. They died for me approximately four months ago".

"What happened after? Why were you accused and who accused you?" He asked as he hadn't yet understood the full story

She sighs shivering a little from the cold and the rain that she drenched into and his eyes follow the movement.

"How about you head back in and change while I make us some tea?" He suggested

She nodded walking back inside quickly taking a warm bath and changing into a plain white shalwar kameez walking downstairs to find him busy in making tea. Her eyes followed the movement of his hand shaking the kettle around while adding milk in it to bringing the cups out of the cupboard filling them.

"Do I look that good?" He asked joking

"Average". She said hiding her smile looking at his mock shocking expressions

"Here I thought I could win you over by my looks". He said fake hurt

"I like manner more". She stated not missing the fact that he wanted to win her over by something

"Manner is always beautiful". He said smiling, "You have to agree I have them".

"I thought that before". She said walking beside him to the fireplace, "But your arrogance seem to wipe that away".

"So, if I am blessed with something I don't talk about it?". He said passing her the cup

"Not something that won't last long". She said shrugging

"Now I know why you are a mathematician. You brain- it works differently". He said looking adorable as he made a face at a mathematician

She laughs, "What does it have to do with learning simple formula and solving a few things?".

"Simple?" He asked incredulously, "Simple is the furthest word used for mathematics. It's complicated and very pointless".

"No, it isn't. It's exciting". She argued

He rolls his eyes, "Only for you".

"I guess that makes me unique then". She said shrugging enjoying the tea

"And you said I was arrogant".

"And I also said we can be arrogant on something that lasts long".

He narrows his eyes at her playfully when she gives him a smug look at him losing an argument which he really does but if that all it takes to make her smile, laugh and forget then he can lose as many as needed.

"You want to know, don't you?". She asked after a moment and their laughter died down

"If you want me to know, yes please".

She sighs, "I had a cousin- Zuhair who was about 15 years older than me. I told you my family had girl marry at 18 but for men, there was no such thing as marriage. It was their own free will and however, they wish. My father kept me close to him so when I turned 18 which was a perfect age according to my external family to be married, Zuhair's parents came with the proposal. Obviously, my father rejected because I rejected him right on his face. They were pissed and even pressured to get me married to him and then he would send threats that we ignored- we shouldn't have". She moves her finger over the cup, "Zuhair had planned it with few more people for a while. He thought I would get my head straight once I was graduated but my rejection was the same. He was 38 and I was 23 years old and all of our thinking was very different. I wanted to work on my career before anything since I was still young and marriage was on my agenda when I turn 25. It was something I sort out by myself. Anyways, it didn't sit well with him so after my exams and during that period where the results were to come out he planned to have my brother come to him often mostly to chill".

She went quiet.

"My brother used to be a good man maybe I just imagined him. I don't know. He started going with him more often and it started to worry all of us because we all know that he was trouble. Zuhair was always in and out of some scandals because his family was powerful they managed to always get him out. Anyways, he started to tell my brother how he heard a rumour about my affairs and how there was some guy who comes to meet me secretly". She closes her eyes, "There was a boy- Abdullah from a poor family in our neighbour. He was the only bread earner and he used to work for my father until he retired. His family depended on him. Anyways, he used to take a path that goes from our house road and he had to take it since it was a short cut. Anyways, Zuhair showed my brother for a few days how Abdullah always takes that path and stops in front of our house and how he would always be on a call through his way. It wasn't until Abdullah's mother sent my father favourite sweets because his sister was getting married that my brother suspicion was confirmed. He believed that I had an affair with him without even asking any of us about it". Her voice broke, "But- but, my brother h-he killed him. He killed Abdullah. My brother killed him".

The shock that went through him didn't give him the luxury to speak, "The same day Abdullah came with the sweets and after my brother destroyed my room and locked me inside. My brother brought him back saying that my father wanted to meet him. I-I heard him screaming and begging for something he hadn't done. While I screamed asking my brother to stop but he didn't stop. He killed him. He died in my house just outside my door and I didn't do a thing".

She started to cry harder as she remembers his cries for help and her begging to not hurt him.

"H-He was the only son in his family and he was the one earning and my brother took their son away from them. How will they ever live with his loss?. How will I ever live knowing I had been a reason to kill a life?". She cried harder as her breathing started to hitch with the memories resurfacing and the emotions all over the place

"You didn't do anything". He said loud enough to make her hear it

She shakes her head at his words, "You don't get it. It is my fault".

"And how is that?. Did you made that doubt in your brother mind?. Did you ask him to kill someone?. Did you ask him to do anything at all?. You were a victim in all of this just as Abdullah". He argued trying to have her understand, "Why were you stoned?".

"Zuhair wanted to marry me but since I hurt his ego and image in front of family and friend- he wanted me dead. So, he riled my brother having him consider to make an example out of me and since his parents were powerful no one was able to save me neither they were able to tell the world about it". She explained as she feels the pain inside of her body

Being stoned is not something that can be done just because of the validation of some people in the proper world. However, our society has manipulated it like everything else to when they want it to happen and when they don't. A rapist and killer can go around just serving in jail or not even that but an innocent gets stoned in a matter of few days.

It's all about what society truly wants.

And it's not the powerful that made it, it is us who made it. The simple people who hand the power to them in the first place, hideaway when there was something happening and not speak against the wrong. It is the people who made this society and each one contributed to it, with or without words. Intentionally or unintentionally.

A parent hides their child sin and they trained him to become a part of this society. Had they truly taught him/her to be a human?.

A system was supposed to stop injustice and have people held accountable. Are they doing that?.

A person needed to know their boundaries, restriction and have fear inside of them of doing even a minor sin. Do they have it?.

Honestly, we all love to blame so we blame every crime and every single thing on government or system.

But, are people actually doing their parts as a society?.

Every single person to whatever chance they get does something wrong that has an effect on this society. It is far easy to blame the higher authorities to feel at ease but you only get the people you deserve in the first place at the top. One needs to reflect on their engagement with society before blaming others.

"How did you end up in the street?". He asked feeling his throat closing with all the emotions and her heart wrenching sobbing

"After they were done with me they thought I will die from bleeding so they throw me a little far from our place because they didn't want anyone who found me to come after them". She said taking a deep breath because she was done crying over everything and it only gives her headache

"What about that scar?". He asked looking at the scar his eyes often went to

She chuckles bitterly, "That bastard (Zuhair) did it. He said he wanted to do something so I remember him for a long time. He was the one who threw me away so he did a little extra work at making a deep wound with a knife".

Then there was silence.

"You need to stop blaming yourself for other people crimes". He said softly when she looks calm, "You were wronged".

"I do know that. I understand that. But what do I live for?". She asked looking at him blankly

"For starters, to get back at them. Each one of them". He said holding plain burning fury in his eyes, "We will give them what they gave you but in ten more folds".

"I don't want to take law in my hands and the more I think the more I realise that it was only my brother I do want to get back to because he believed those people and he killed two lives. Abdullah and mine". She said shrugging nonchalantly

"Why are you so calm?". He asked confused

"Because I realise that I was meant to stay here because there were people out there who are not meant to be in this society. Those rotten pieces will ruin more lives if I don't stand against them. If we want to create a better future for Zainab and other women and people then we need to start working for it". She explained with a hint of a smile, "Zainab did teach me a lot. I guess she was the answer from my Lord".

"Zainab is a new path to us". He said agreeing with a smile, "What do you want to do then?".

"For now, I want to focus on getting stronger before I face him. Don't support him in finance. I need to find a real job so I can support my family and Zainab after I am done with my brother.

"Zainab is my responsibility".

"But--".

"So are you".

"No, I am not".

"You will be then". He said smiling as he walks away leaving her confused

She shakes her head heading back to her room laying beside Zainab and this time she closes her eyes ready to fight the world off when she opens her eyes the next morning.

She walks into a beautiful stream looking around the water and the plants covering it. She enjoys with for a long time but the sky turned darker suddenly making her scared of the deep water that she wasn't scared a moment ago.

The water, the plants and the sky she wasn't scared of until before now as it turns darker the fear within her started to grow stronger taking over her senses to simply not wait until it passes away.

She starts to trash around trying to find a way and curse herself for being in this trouble. She feels the suffocation as she thinks of what she had done so wrong to be stuck in this mess. She deserves better and yet here she was.

Then in the blink of eyes, the light was back and she wasn't scared anymore.

"Did you see it?". She heard someone say as she looks around she found no one, "You can't see me"

"See what?". She asked confused moving her hand under the water-loving the feeling

"The darkness only stays for so long until the lights come back. All you need is patience and believe that the light exists and one day it will come to you. In the fear, in that weak moment, you tend to bring yourself down but the light always comes back. You just need to wait for it".

The next day, she worked with his mother who explained to her how she manages orphanage while she looked for a job for herself. Her best catch was to be a professor at a university but because of her inexperience, she doubted it.

She also took the control of the house not allowing his mother to do a thing besides playing with Zainab, all day. She didn't realise but the small warm house she created was becoming her healing. Her heart was filling back with love and hope.

Mostly because of him.

He never treated her indifferent neither a fragile doll. He treated her as a woman who is already made strong. They don't need to be strong, they are always strong. She knows that she had a hard life with constant criticism that made her a hard rock. She was just shaken from her original place where the rock was kept for so long and thrown into the deep sea all alone that it scared her.

"So, you want to handle the orphanage?". He asked sitting beside her on the couch playing with Zainab

"You didn't give your mother all the access, why?". She asked curiously

"Because she is very sensitive. She takes everything to her heart". He explained and she nodded, "You want to do it?. It will be a lot".

"If I can help someone and cure their pain, why not?. Pain is inevitable, what's the use of hiding?. It will always find it's way back". She said shrugging

"Did I tell you how your brain is weird"? He asked to smirk

"I think you meant amazing, I heard that a lot. You don't have to say". She said shrugging with a smile

"Fine". He said looking at her intently making her heartbeat rapidly, "You are the most beautiful and amazing woman I have seen".

"Beautiful?".

"Yes, very beautiful".

She grins adorably making his heart flutters. He had many such moments in the past three months with her. Yes, it has been three months ever since. He had to agree that she had changed into a different woman. She was not timid instead her voice was firm with the hint of sweetness and playfulness. Her eyes didn't look empty or with questions instead, they were now shining and bright. Her soul looked dead no more, she was revived.

He heard the door of his house office bang loudly, "Larki, mere dil per taras kah lo". (Have some mercy on my heart)

"Taras aur tum per?. Kabhi nahi". (Mercy on you, never)

"Toh yeh dil ka dora dayne k pichy koi waja hai ya bus yuhi mujhe dekhne ka dil ka raha tha?".(So, there is a valid reason you wanted to give me a heart attack or you just wanted to see me)

"Tumhae dekh k mujhe konsa inaam milna hai?". (What prize will I get by looking at you)

"Dekhti raho kia pata mil jaye". (Keep watching me maybe you will get it)

"Ittne bhi koi tum keemti nahi ho aur inaam mai mil kia sakta hai wasae bhi". (You are not that valuable. And what can I possibly as a prize)

"Mera dil kaise rahe ga?". (How does having my heart sounds)

"Tumhare dil ka mai achar dalo?" (What will I do with your heart)

"Nahi nahi. Apne pass rakh lo agar jaga ho toh". (No-No. Keep it with you if you have a place to keep it)

"Aur agar jaga na ho?". (And if I don't have place)

"Toh bana lo". (Then make it);

"Aur agar na banani ho?". (And if I don't want to make)

"Toh main bana loon ga". (Then I will make it myself)

She shakes her head rolling her eyes because in this past month they had many such conversations. One thing that stayed consistent is the deep shade of red against her cheeks which he always secretly enjoys. He honestly starts these talks to look at her blushing because it is endearing. His heart has started beating differently these months and he understands that it started to beat for her.

"Why do I need guards?".

"For your safety".

"I can take care of myself".

"And I never doubt it".

"Then take the guards away".

"The guards stay".

She let out a frustrated groan, "But why?".