He bought her new clothes for Eid, but that was all he could afford with his meagre income.

It was almost as if her life was holding on to the darkness of the night. A darkness it refused to let go of.

He hated taking Ejaz’s help, but what he hated more was the fact that when he couldn’t do something, Ghazal did.

Deep down he knew it wasn’t for Abba. It was for himself, so he wouldn’t live a life of hideous cruelty like father.

'Khudkushi,' they murmured, afraid not to say it out too loud. A silence spread, full of fear and anticipation.

Kedar realised it was his fault. He felt guilty. Crushed. Broken. He ruined his own life, and ruined Aizel’s life too

Khuraim’s body was always bruised and he had endured several fractures. Junaid was cruel. Too cruel to be a father.

They all lived together, but they were suddenly very different people. There were no happy days in her life anymore.

When she was coming back, she felt a jolt. What happened next was unreal, nearly a scene drawn out from a film.

Neelum’s happy world suddenly imploded. She couldn’t believe the words being spoken into her ears.