GHULAAM
A RANIKA FANFICTION
BY Anu ParshHolic

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Radhika's POV
"Mayraaaa!!!" I shouted as I saw her standing on the railing if the terrace. Has she gone mad? What the hell is she doing.
"Mayraaa!! Neeche utar!" I shouted. She will fall down. I frightened measured the distance between the terrace and the angaan. Three floors! Damn!
"Mayraaa! Utar!" I kept shouting.
Sahiban was shouting as well. Soon the whole family had gathered near by. I was crying again...
"God! Get down girl" I sobbed
"Mayra please!? You will fall down!" I kept shouting.
But it felt like.. Nothing reached her ears. She was standing still..Like a statue.. Staring down at the angaan. Some would actually mistake her being a non living show piece.
"Mayraaa! Please" I shouted with all the energy left in me. And it worked! It did work, it affected her. I saw her moving a little, her neck turned to her left..To face me. As her eyes met mine, I tried to smile, I tried to gesture and make her calm down.
"M..mayra utar ja please? G..gir jayegi." I tried smiling at her calmly.
The corners of her lips started to twitch..In a smile maybe. I felt happy internally, she understood! Now she will get down. But I guess it was too early for me to be happy. Her lips have streched to a smile, a smile that scares the life out of me. That expression was unexplainable but terrible.
And the next I saw her turning her head back to the position, head straight and gaze down at the angaan. Within seconds she aur her eyes close, and before I could react or say anything, she left herself loose and free.....
"Mayraaaa!!"
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Rangeela's POV
I walked through the 'kachi sadak' of our village Behrehempur, nodding my head occasionally to the people who greeted and bowed to me on my way. Being the most loyal man of the Chaudhary family, these kinds of greets were common for me. Well if I say honestly, non of these treatments were because of respect, it was all because they feared me! They feared that I'll suddenly have a mood swing, take my gun out and shoot them.
I sighed thinking about the terror of the Chaudhary. Chaudhary-s indeed were dangerous, and ruthless ofcourse. We never thought of anyone in this world, killing was the most obvious truth of our lives. Walking some more, my thoughts drifted to the scooty-wali-ladki and her friend. Last night I had drugged and made the scooty-wali-ladki sleep, and her friend was carried to Malik's room. After that I have no idea what happened.
Since I was small, I had always believed my Malik was right, whatever he did was correct, his decisions were ultimate and for the best. But today, for the first time my inner self wants to oppose his decision. The punishment Malik yesterday decided for that girl- Mayra, was beyond horrible! I somewhere wanted to stop him, wanted to make him understand, for the first time in my life I wanted to speak against him. But alas, I couldn't. He is my God! And my heart refuses to believe that my God can be wrong..But my conscious? My conscious kept shouting for whole of the night what whatever is happening is wrong, too Wrong. I shook my head to shoo away those thoughts. No matter what I can never go against my Malik. Walking some more, I reached the secluded area of the village where our haveli was. I continued walking in my slow usual pace, proceeding towards the haveli, when a loud shout of a female voice came from inside.
Who was that!? I wondered and ran inside hastily. Running through the gates, I found something or rather someone laying in the angaan, with blood all around. My gaze shifted to various directions to notice whole of the Chaudhary family looking down at the body. Then my eyes caught that scooty-wali-kadki looking down with a blank face. And that's when I realised it was...Mayra! S..she jumped off!?

To be continue !!!