1st February, 2018

"What you think we should do?" Shamim asked her husband, who was seated on the bed, lost in deep thoughts.

"I had thought when she'll get the property I will emotional blackmail her and get all the property under my name but she just gave it away in charity! Why is she so stupid!" He exclaimed in frustration. Shamim who was seated in front of the mirror applying moisturiser, looked up at his reflection in the mirror.

"Clearly like her father. It runs in their blood! Always trying to get attention by being all kind and generous!" She rolled her eyes at the end of her statement.

"Yeah right! That's why I hated him from the start." His face twisted in disgust, thinking about his brother.

"Let's not talk about them. Just think of any way to get her property before she donates it in charity!" She spoke.

"When will Mr. Shah be bringing those property papers?" He questioned, his brows knitted together.

"He called in the afternoon saying the papers are ready and he'll come tomorrow to get them signed. We clearly don't have much time!" She said. The corner of his lips turned up in a smirk and she gave him a questioning look.

"Does Haya know that he'll be coming?" He questioned again to which his wife shook her head in negative. "Well then that's enough time for me." He said as he stood up.

"Uh-huh seems that you got a plan!" She spoke, a smug smile now plastered on her lips.

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"Haya. Miyad." Shamim called out to the both of them. Haya walked out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on the towel, Miyad following her.

"Ah here are you both. Miyad why don't you and Haya go shopping? Get yourself some new clothes." Shamim chirped.

"Here take the card." Iqbal offered his card to his daughter. She moved forward and took the card from her father's hand. She beamed at them and taking Haya with her, made a run for her room to get ready for shopping. Though Haya didn't wanted to, but Miyad dragged Haya with her for shopping.

Shamim gave her husband a wicked smile and the both were happy that their plan was going perfectly alright.

After about an hour, the doorbell rang and Shamim went to open it. She welcomed Mr. Shah and Iqbal shook hands with him.

"Haya beti took a generous decision of donating all the property in charity. May Allah always keep her happy." Mr. Shah spoke and took out all the documents.

"Yeah. She really is a wonderful sole just like my brother." Iqbal said, faking proudness.

"All the documents are ready. Just call Haya so she can sign them." He requested.

"Yeah about that. Haya have went out for shopping and she had told to collect the papers from you." Shamim spoke, serving them drinks.

"No problem. Get these signed by her and I'll come and collect them tomorrow." Mr. Shah spoke handing her the documents.

"Oh no need for that. I'll get them registered myself and Haya wanted to hand over the property to the charity foundation herself. You don't have to bother please." Iqbal gave him a smile which didn't reached his eyes.

"That's wonderful. She is such a sweet soul. May Allah bless her." Mr. Shah spoke, a genuine smile plastered on his lips. "Okay then I'll take your leave. Say my Salam to Haya. Allah hafiz." He shook hands with Iqbal and left.

After Mr. Shah had left, Iqbal quickly took out the documents which he had got prepared and filed them with the documents that the lawyer had brought with him. He removed the documents with the name of the charity institution and instead filed the document which had his name. He closed the file properly and kept it on the table.

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"Haya." Iqbal called out her name from the living room. Haya walked to him and he handed her the file of documents.

"Mr. Shah gave you these papers to sign. He was in a hurry so he just handed the papers and left." He said. She nodded at him and started to walk back in the kitchen when he again stopped her.

"Mr. Shah had some emergency work so he had to leave the country and he had told to get them registered. If you could sign the papers then I'll visit the registrar tomorrow itself." He insisted, anxious and ecstatic at the same time.

"Sure. I'll just cross check them." She nodded at him and his facial expressions turned into one of horror.

"Yeah you can do that but Mr. Shah is very good at his work so I don't think there is any need to do that." He tried to get her change her mind.

"Indeed he is very good. I'll just sign them." Saying this, she signed the documents. Seeing her signing, Iqbal heaved a deep sigh of relief and his face broke into a huge victorious grin. After she had signed them, she handed the documents back to him.

"I'll get them registered. Don't worry." He said as he happily took the documents from her. She gave him a nod and went back to the kitchen to continue her work.

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Iqbal and Shamim spent the days enjoying their victory that they succeeded in getting Haya's property. They were on cloud nine that their plan worked and she signed those papers. Iqbal didn't wasted any time in getting them registered but for it, they had to wait some time.

As if taking her property from her wasn't enough, they again started treating her the same way as they had been treating her since she came to stay with them. Miyad tried her best to stop them but they didn't stopped their cruel behaviour. And why would they? When they had got her property, the sole reason for which they had let her stay with them all these years, they didn't had any reason for treating her rightly. They had made up their mind.

Haya, unaware of all this, was thinking that all her property has been transfered to the charity institution. She prayed that her property helps the needy and poor.

The property papers were finally registered in Iqbal's name and Shamim jumped in happiness when he showed her those papers. All the business, all the houses, all the money and jewellery that belonged to Haya now belonged to him. They stooped so low that they even snatched her house from her, which had so many memories of her family, which she didn't wanted to sell and left her with nothing.

Iqbal and Shamim looked at each other and she gave him a wicked smile. Even after doing all these, they weren't satisfied and now they were about to do the worst.

Shamim walked to the living room where Haya was busy cleaning. She walked up to her and holding her from her elbow, she forcefully turned her around and started dragging her to the door.

"Chachi it's hurting. Please leave me." Haya pleaded, unable to understand the sudden change in her behaviour.

"Oh really? And all these years, the hurt you have given us? What about that huh!" She shouted, still dragging her out. She opened the main door and threw her out. "Enough now. I don't want you and your bad luck in my house anymore. Get lost from here. You are of no good." Shamim shouted. Haya, who had fallen on the ground due to the impact, tried and stood up slowly. It was very much to take in for her.

She stood on her spot, totally blank. She couldn't understand what was happening and why it was happening! Her Chachi was telling her to leave her house. Her hands shook and her whole body started trembling.

"Ammi." Miyad shouted, running to the door. Her father caught her wrist, not letting her walk ahead. "Dad leave me!" She exclaimed.

"Miyad you stay out of this." Her mother gave her an angry glare.

"No! You can't do this!!! What's gotten in you?" Miyad shrieked, her tears falling continuously.

"And why can't I do this?" Her mother asked. "I will do this! She is a bad luck to us. I've been bearing her for quite long now but not any more. I don't want her in my house anymore!" Shamim shouted. "Do you get that? I don't want you in my house anymore!" She shouted again, looking at Haya.

"No! Haya baji is not a bad luck. Stop saying like that!!" Miyad screamed, still wriggling to set free from her fathers grip.

"Shut up Miyad. Don't forget that you're talking to your mom." Iqbal warned his daughter.

"Dad you too? No you have to stop mom. She can't throw aapi like that. Haya baji." She cried even more. Haya on the other hand was looking at her chachi's face with utter shock.

"Cha..c.hi." Haya's words shook. She couldn't bring herself to speak. "Please." She pleaded but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

"I said leave from here." Shamim shouted. Miyad snatched her hand from her father's grip and ran to her room. Shamim banged the door on Haya's face when she couldn't take it anymore. Haya with trembling legs ran to the door and banged her hands on it, pleading to her Chachi and chacha.

"Chachi please don't do this to me. I have no one apart from you. Where will I go?" She said while banging the door. She draped her dupatta around herself, trying to get some warmth but the dapatta didn't helped much. The chilly air making her condition even more worse.

"Chacha. Chachi please open the door. Where will I go?" She pleaded again. The door burst open, shoving her back with its force and her Chachi threw the bag of her clothes and slammed the door again, before Haya could enter.

Haya kept pleading them and banging the door but they didn't open it. All the energy drained out of her but she kept banging. She slid down the door, falling on her knees but all her attempts went in vain.

She kept seated hours outside their door but no one opened the door and took her in. She closed her eyes, remembering her family especially her father.

She was helpless, she had nowhere to go and she didn't even knew anyone in Canada. She slowly stood up on her trembling legs and picked her stuff. She turned around and looked at the house where she lived till today. She secured her hijab and dupatta around herself properly and with small trembling steps, walked out of the gates.

She didn't know where she was going but she just kept walking. She was lost with no one she could call her as her family and with no place to go. She looked at the sky which was now dark and looked at the roads which were silent. She walked out of her neighbourhood and kept walking on the endless road ahead of her.

She felt no emotions at the moment. She just was lost in her own thoughts and was walking aimlessly to nowhere in particular.

Didn't know how long she kept walking but she felt her legs tremble and she couldn't walk anymore. She took notice of her surrounding when a car honked. She saw she was walking on the road. She quickly stepped aside and let the car pass by.

She clutched her dupatta tightly to herself. All the chilly air was already making it worse and to top it all, it even started raining heavily. She was drenched in no time and her whole body was now shivering. All the passing by people were giving her weird glances.

After hours of walking, when her body couldn't bear the cold and when she was unable to walk anymore, she spotted something in the dark. She took painful steps towards it, her head spinning due to cold and her eyes dropping. She noticed a board, named 'Hope'. She read it was a place for homeless people.

She walked to its gates, dragging her bag along with her. Her feet ached due to all the walking. She banged the gates, almost painfully. Her body shaking and her head spinning. After about a few moments, the door opened to reveal an aged lady.

Even before Haya could speak anything or the old lady could ask, Haya fainted and fell on the ground.

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