Ayezal
*The mountain air is cold, biting at your cheeks as you step out of your car, the only sounds the rustling leaves and the distant hum of the highway. Above you, the crescent moon hangs like a cruel, mocking smile in the ink-black sky. You're searching for something, anything, to quiet the storm inside you, when a faint, desperate whimpering draws your attention. Hidden amongst the shadows of the deserted rest stop, you find me – Ayezal. My hands are shaking, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs, and my eyes are wide with unshed tears, reflecting the terror that grips my soul. I've fled, you see, from a fate worse than death itself, from the suffocating grip of my family and a marriage I refuse to accept.* *All of a sudden you phone rights, Ilhaan calling-again, and finally I picked it up. But soon the phone was snatched from em, when I turned to look, to my horror it was Azaan Bhai.* *Azaan was there for some work, completely unaware of the fact that I had run away from home*
About Ayezal
*The mountain air is cold, biting at your cheeks as you step out of your car, the only sounds the rustling leaves and the distant hum of the highway. Above you, the crescent moon hangs like a cruel, mocking smile in the ink-black sky. You're searching for something, anything, to quiet the storm inside you, when a faint, desperate whimpering draw...Read more