What goes around , comes around.

 "The way you treat others, you shall be treated"

The lifestyle that  Farhaad  led could be summarised in four words , ' The world of oblivion'. He was oblivious to the consequences of his deeds , he was oblivious of the signs that blared at him , he was oblivios of the advice given to him, he assumed by simply ignoring the fact that he had committed a grave mistake , he would be left to delve into ease and comfort , leaving behind his past , leaving behind his painful truth. He may have led a few years of peace , giving him more reason to fall into comfort zone but, his retaliation surely awaited him, little did he know the incident of his sister , was only the very beginning of a tempest.

Farhaad sat on the couch , his face buried into his palms , he sucked in deep breaths , and exhaled. The past days incident swirled in his mind , creating a whirlwind of emotions , causing him to inwardly shudder. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact , that his sister was expecting....his pure , innocent sister, whom he trusted more than the world, the sister who made him proud, the sister who was a good influence , who was the inspiration of her best friends transformation, his baby sister , was carrying a child out of wedlock. His head throbbed , it felt as if a thousand hammers were being hit , fiercely at his head, he felt hurt, lost , grieved ...he was so grieved , he couldn't even console his broken mother , whose sniffles and wails could be heard . He was broken and so was she , and he had no idea what to do....

His forefingers massaged his tamples in frustration. He was devastated , the news supposed to be a slap of reality , a lesson learnt....but , no this was the hard headed , arrogant Farhaad , besides anger, frustration , and disappointment , he didn't take heed , he never realised this was a lesson for him, he didn't understand that his retaliation began.

His sister was locked up in her room, ever since the revelation , her whimpers and sobs could be heard right upto the lounge,  but he chose to ignore her. His mother was hidden in her room , crying her heart out , questioning and rebuking herself for allowing his sister , to go out with her friends. He got up , fed up , he shut his eyes tightly , he couldn't endure this any more, if he went bilistic , when meeting the man that took away his sisters innocence, nobody should question his acerbic behaviour.

Tears filled his eyes , and he slumped down on the couch once again , when the thought flashed through his mind .....
His sister Fariha was betrothed to  his father's son! What would he do ?
How would he face the boy that is engaged , to be married  to his sister ? The dignity, their honour , their status will perish infront of the boys father , he was a wealthy, elite person , him knowing the truth will mean the entire country will find out, completely tarnishing the little reputation they had gained.
He didn't know what to do about that but, one thing  he knew was , he will make sure that the boy who took away his sisters innocence, will most definitely marry her, he would make sure this marriage  took place.

He sucked in a deep breath , trying to calm himself before facing his sister. Steathily he walked towards his sisters room door ,  knocking softly. When he received no reply , he pushed the door  open. He switched the light on , illuminating the dark lit room , with blinding light. His eyes roamed the room , in search of his sister , until his face fell on her limp figure  beside her bed. He stood rooted in his spot ,  aghast , her hand lay on her side , her wrist slit , blood gushing out of her hand , staining the soft carpet beneath her.

He rushed to her side , picked her up , frantically shaking her, trying to wake her up but, to no avail , she still remained unconscious in his arms.

"Fariha please , wake up ! No no...."
Tears filled his eyes , his rage now disipated. He carried her in his arms , grabbed his keys , and rushed out of the house. Hastily he strapped the seat belt , securing her , then sped to the hospital , his heart thudding violently in his chest .

On reaching the hospital , she was rushed into the emergency room. He slumped onto the waiting room chair , hoping his sister was still alive , hoping she didn't cut the wrong vein, which would lead to her death.

*3 days later*

The  blinding rays of the sun, shone into the room , illuminating and warming the room . Farhaad groaned , placing his arm over his eyes. His mother always opened the curtains , while he was asleep , knowing too well , once the bright rays of the sun  penertrate into the room , Farhaad would be snatched out of his blissfull sleep. He hated it, but got up anyway grumbling and mumbling under his breath.

He freshened up , showered , got dressed and made his way to the kitchen, where the clanking of the frying pan could be heard. He walked over to his mother, pecked her on her cheek , and sat down on the kitchen island , watching his mother flip the pancake like a pro. She smiled at him, a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, behind that subtle smile , Farhaad could see the broken and grieved woman. He jumped off the table , engulfed his mother in his strong embrace , rubbing her back , soothing her , as she let down her gaurd , spilling the pain of her heart into his chest.

He pulled away after her tears had ceased . Sniffing , she shook her head, and gave her son an apologetic look.
"I'm so sorry my boy , I can't keep it all bottled up , it's killing me !"

Farhaad shook his head , squeezing his mothers hand , he spoke, " I am here for you no matter what , if you need to cry I am here to give you my shoulder to cry on , I am here as a pillar of strength in times of difficulty, I will always be by your side."

" Insha Allah ! " his mother smiled lovingly , he returned her smile.

" One thing breaks my heart even more ...." his mother's eyes turned glassy , she stared out of the kitchen  window.  Fariha is a girl , and she committed such a grave mistake but , you my son are a male , yet you remained chaste. " she looked at her son , adoration flooding her eyes.

Farhaad's smile faltered ....

If only she knew !

*6 Months later*

The breezy wind whipped his face , as he drove back home from work. It was a tiring day , and all he wished for , was a good relaxing nap,  but that was impossible , for today he would finally meet the man , who ruined his sisters life. After much persuation , six months after the incident , the night before , his sister enlightened him about the incident , that she safely kept locked in her heart.

The night that she had been invited over to her friend Samiya's house , everything went smoothly , they spent the day with their friends , doing whatever girls did. After Maghrib Salaah , the rest of their friends left , only Fariha remained , as Samiya's mother offered to drop her home.

They were siting in the living room , sipping on their  tea, when the house phone halted their conversation. Samiya attnded to the call , while speaking she gasped , as tears rapidly , trailed down her face. She turned to her mother , who was now looking alarmed. She informed her mother that a friend of her's , that was once her neighbour had met with an accident, and was now seriously injured , and in ICU. They had rushed out the house , promising Fariha they would be back to drop her home.

Fariha sat on the couch horrified , her hands began shaking. She was not the girls very close friend, but she had met her a few times , and loved her caring , outgoing and bubbly personality.

Suddenly she saw a glass of juice outstretched towards her , she looked up and gasped. Fayaaz , Samiya's brother stood before her , a polite smile on his face, he looked concerned. She shook her head , panic rose up in her chest . She was alone with him ,Ya Allah that was not good ! Anything could happen , and the fact that she found him creepy,  freaked her out even more. Noticing her fear , and reluctance , he assured her that he would not hurt her, yet she was still scared out of her mind, he seemed abit tipsy, it seemed like he was drunk.  Reluctantly she took the juice,  and drank it , only to be met with complete darkness.  He had spiked the drink ,and taken advantage of her. Before she could fall unconscious completely, she felt him hovering over her, she pleaded and cried, but he never listened, she then fell unconscious. The next thing she knew , she was being driven to her house by none other  than the devil himself, that is why she was shaken up when she arrived home , it was not the storm that scared her , not knowing what happened after she passed out,  but knowing it was the worst , due to the pain between her thighs is what haunted her.

After hearing the actual story , Farhaad's attitude towards her changed. Based on his assumption that she did this willingly , he displayed a cold and hostile attitude towards her,  but now he understood , this was done against her will , she had no control to even protect herself.
They had decided that Fariha will go along with him. She hadn't seen her friend since the incident, for she had refused to meet her and she refused to give an explanation as well. A few days ago they had heard that Samiya was proposed , and soon to be married. Farhana had decided to tell her brother the truth , to go and meet and congratulate her friend, and also explain the reason for her aloof behaviour. Farhaad had decided he would fianlly meet this boy , and make sure he married his sister who now  carried his child.

He parked his car , locked it , then made his way to the elevator. Once the doors of the elevator shut , he sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. The dilemma with his sister was not the only thing on his mind , his mother's constant nagging that he should now consider marrying,  disturbed him. He didn't think he would be capable to commit to marriage any time soon , he was not keen on the idea and one of them was, because he had his sister in his care, if he got married , he would not be able to give his sister all the love and attention he gave her, while being unmarried. His mother waved off every excuse , and assured him by the end of the month , he will be a happily married man. Farhaad mentally scoffed , and chose to remain silent , there was no use  arguing , when his mother was determined , she would never deter.

The lift pinged , and the doors sprung apart , Farhaad shook his head , clearing thoughts of marriage and anything related to it, he had far more important things to deal with at the moment. He laughed when his eyes fell on his sister , clad in a loose fitted, floral dress , her baby bump visible. She was sprawled on the couch , a packet of crisp in hand , her gaze fixed on her favourite cartoon , Tom and Jerry.  He walked beside the couch , giving her an amused look. She was so engrossed in that stupid cartoon , she handn't even noticed his presence.

He stretched his hand towards her , and lightly flicked her nose , to which she responded with an ear piercing scream , causing Farhaad to jump a little.

"Oh my god ! " she breathed heavily , then put a hand on her chest.

"You scared the jellies out of me !"

Farhaad laughed.
"Well it's not my fault you are so engrossed in this useless nonsense , and overreact for a mere flick on your nose."

She narrowed her eyes at him , then stuck out her tongue.

" You are so lucky mum is not here , or else my scream would  give her a heart attack. "

"Where's mum ?"

" She's at the neighbours house , assisting her with baking for some wedding she has to attend".

"Right, get ready while I go and tell mum we leaving for Samiya's house. "

Fariha went rigid , her eyes held an expression of panic and all traces of  a smile now dissappeared.
"I'm sacred !" She choked out , swallowing the lump in her throat.

"Don't be, it will all be okay " 
Farhaad assured.

"Insha Allah "
She still looked hesitant but, stood up slowly, coiling  her long hair into  a messy bun.

Farhaad pecked her forehead gently , then left without another word.

They whizzed past various buildings , in complete silence. Farhaad tightened his hands onto the steering wheel, trying to calm down the storm that was brewing inside. Farhana played with her fingers , her body shook slightly , despite the windows being rolled down , the  refreshing wind  whipping her face , she still felt suffocated, nervousness and fear engulfed her from every side. She bit her trembling lower lip , and inhaled the fresh air , attempting to calm her eratically beating heart. No matter what she tried , the knot of nervousness settled stubbornly at the bottom of her stomach , the feeling of depression washed over her , fear hovered over her , like a  dark and gloomy cloud , waiting to explode and shower her with grief.

Farhaad noticed her knee bouncing up and down , she only did this when she was nervous. He stretched his hand , place it on her shoulder , trying to calm her down. She turned to him, with glassy eyes, her forehead marred with worry lines , she chewed on her trembling lips.

Farhaad's heart clenched in pain , his anger now subsided , he  pulled up on the side of the road.
He turned to his sister , who looked like she would break down any moment.

"I can't do this ! Let's just go back home ! " she cried , burying her face in her palms , she  choked out her sobs , shaking violently.

Farhaad blinked away his own tears , he couldn't bear to see his sister so broken , it broke him. He slung his arm around her shoulders , attempting to console her but,  this only caused louder sobs to escape. He held onto her , as she cried for her damaged youth , as she cried for her innocence being snatched away , as she cried for being a lonesome mother, as she cried for her child, who would most definitely grow up without a father. She cried, because she knew that he would not accept his mistake , she knew that if Fayaaz was serious about her , he would resort to seeking for her hand in marriage , he would not snatch away from her the most precious thing from her , against her own will , and leave her to suffer. If he really did care one bit , he would come himself ,and ask for her hand in marriage. If by some mircale , he did agree to marry her , it would be by force , not out of his own will. How could she live with a man , who was forced to marry her ?

After she had calmed down , and gathered her thoughts and emotions , Farhaad started the car , once again hitting the road.

The siblings stood outside the double story house , Farhaad strode towards the porch , Fariha followed close behind , her arms wrapped around her , she swallowed the lump in  her throat , holding back her tears ,that threatened to escape once again. With every step she took , her heart thudded louder , and faster against her ribcage , she ambled behind her brother, uncertain what the outcome of this visit will be.

Farhaad knocked one solid , loud knock, scurrying could be heard behind the door ,the jingle of keys and then with a  click, the door swung open , revealing Samiya's mother , dressed in a baby blue ankle length dress , a black scarf hastily tied around her head. Her eyes widened, when her gaze settled on Farhaad , and Fariha who stood beside him, her look of shock transformed into a full blown smile. She stepped aside , allowing them to enter.

"What did I do,  to finally deserve a visit from you young lady ?"
The old , kind woman , cocked her brow, placing her hands on her hips.

Farhana embraced her , mumbling into her scarf.
"Don't say that aunty , you make it seem like I don't care about you "

She chuckled , then moved back , pecking Farhana on her forehead.
"I know you wouldn't miss my duaghter's big day. "
She beamed at her lovingly.

Fariha smiled at the kind woman , she missed visiting her but , she feared the danger that lurked in a place  , that she once called her own home. She took the tray of pastries from Farhaad's hand , outstretched her hand.
" Just some of your favourite pastry, I made sure to make this only for you aunty "

She smiled down at Fariha , then pecked her cheek, giving her a warm smile.
"Jazakillahu Khairan my dear"

"It's a pity that Samiya is not home today, she went out with her cousins , wedding shopping in full swing now. "
Fariha felt a pang of pain , attacking her heart. If things hadn't been so complicated , she would be shopping along with her best friend , assisting her ....she wondered if Samiya missed her...

Samiya's mother cut off her train of thoughts.
"Oh silly me ! Please sit down "
She hit  a hand on her forehead.

They sat down, chatting casually ,