The Rare Diamond

Chapter 14

Omar was punched in the face by Zayn as he snapped out of his thoughts. "How dare you raise your filthy hands on my sister you bastard" he gritted out punching Omar again. Omar glared ay Zayn and punched him back "Don't act like you didn't hit her too in fact you were worse than anyone who had hurt her" Omar snapped. 

Zayn breathed heavily and stormed out of the house. Maryam cried in Adil's arms. "My child, my innocent child. Omar where is my child, come let's go to your house. I want to meet her" Maryam said desperately wanting to meet her daughter. Omar looked down in guilt and shame "You can't go" he said quietly. "What do you mean Omar" Adil said confused. 

"She left" He stated making everyone look at him in confusion. "What the heck do you mean she has left" Kemal said in anger. Omar didn't reply as he looked down with tears in his eyes. Kemal turned towards Aisha and fisted her hair making her wince in pain. "What did you do to her, WHERE IS MY BABY SISTER" Kemal shouted. Aisha shook in fear "I-I don't know" she stuttered. 

"After Aisha and Bhai (Brother-Omar) got married, Nashwa disappeared" Hayat said sadly. Kemal glared at Hayat as Maryam's eyes widened in shock. "T-that m-means it's been 6 months" Maryam whispered. "AND NONE OF YOU LOOKED FOR HER?" Kemal screamed grabbing Omar's collars. Omar looked at his brother in low in anger and pushed him off but before he could say anything they were interrupted by a voice. 

"Why would he look for that slut when he was busy with me, his real wife" Aisha spat in jealousy showing her true colours. Kemal glared at her and slapped her again across the face. Aisha looked like a mess. Her hair was like a birds nest as her eyes were black with eyeliner due to crying and her cheeks red from the hard slaps. "You are no wife of his, you will always come last that's why you are called his mistress instead of his wife. You don't deserve to be anyone's wife" He hissed. 

"My child, where could she be in this big city of ours, she has no-one but herself" Maryam cried chanting her daughters name. Kemal got his phone out and called someone "I want to you find a girl called Nashwa Abadi this instant" he ordered into the phone. Omar glared at Kemal as he called his wife Abadi, it was supposed to be Hadi not Abadi. 

"And as for you b***h, I am going to make sure you rot in jail" Omar threatened. "Aisha looked at Omar with wide eyes. She clinged onto her mother screaming to not let her get taken but her mother pushed her off looking at her daughter in disgust. "Dad, dad I am sorry, I AM SORRY, PLEASE DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME. I WILL ASK FORGIVNESS FROM NASHWA, I WILL BEG HER BUT PLEASE DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME DAAAD" Aisha screamed  and cried as Kemal dragged her away from her parents. Haider, Aisha's dad looked at her daughter with a blank emotion. 

The police came in 5 minutes later and dragged Aisha out while she screamed for her parents to save her but they all looked away in disgust. "I want my daughter, find my daughter Kemal, I want my child back, I want to ask forgiveness from her, How could I do this to my own child?" Maryam sobbed in Kemal's chest. Kemal hugged his mother as tears filled his eyes but he was also angry, angry at himself. 

No one could sleep all night. Their ears and minds were filled with Nashwa's screams and pleads. No matter how much they wanted to remove the images but it kept flashing in front of their eyes. Maryam sat on her prayer mat crying, asking forgiveness from god for causing so much pain to her daughter. She prayed for her daughter's safety where ever she is and hoped to see her face soon. 

Adil had locked himself in his office as his eyes filled with tears, staring at the photo of his two beloved daughters, Nashwa and Layla. He kissed the photo frame sobbing in regret. He was ashamed to be called a father, a father who didn't believe his child.

Kemal kept punching his punching bag as he saw flashbacks of his sister being tortured. He felt so much disgust with himself when he allowed his friend to touch his sister. He closed his eyes and screamed in anger, screamed for hurting and causing pain to his sister. He was the worst brother ever. How could he have been so stupid to believe in her lies so easily. Nashwa and Lyla never fought, they always teased each other but never fought or hurt each other, then how could he have believed that his sister would kill his other sister. He screamed and trashed the place falling onto the floor crying with his hands over his face. 

Zayn walked on the street with a bottle of wine in his hand swaying side to side as he was drunk in sorrow. He kept drinking the bottle and looked like a beggar on the street. Images flashed in his eyes when his sister shouted for help when she was getting assaulted but he did nothing. He wanted to go and kill his friend for touching her. He wanted to hurt himself for allowing someone to touch his pure innocent sister. "I am so sorry Nashu, I am so sorry" He cried muttering words as he weakly walked on the street in regret and guilt.

Salma and Hayat hugged each other as they couldn't sleep in regret of what they did to an innocent person. Maryam felt ashamed of herself, she wanted to find Nashwa and bring her back and beg her for forgiveness. She was so stupid to think that Aisha would be better than Nashwa when Nashwa did nothing but respect the women who only abused her. Hayat sat there in tears remembering the times when her sister in law made her happy and helped her during her horrible days. She wanted to kill Aisha with her own hands for taking her sister in law away but she was more angry at herself for being stupid enough to believe in someone's lies so easily without any proof. 

Omar sat on his chair in darkness. He felt empty, broken, and hurt. He looked at the bed as images flashed where he would whip her, beat her, where she cried for him to not cheat on her with that b***h. He wiped the tears that fell onto his cheeks and closed his eyes. "Forgive me Nashwa" he whispered as he sobbed silently. 

Unknown's POV

"How is she?" A deep voice said. "Sir, she is very weak and won't be waking up soon. I am sad to say but she is in Coma, no one knows when she will wake up. It may take days, weeks, months or -years" a man said. 

"Hmm" The deep voice hummed and walked into the room.  He stared at the girl and stroked her face. He found her so angelic and beautiful as if a angel descended from heaven just for him. "I will take care of you my Mahbubi (My beloved)" he whispered lovingly in her ear and he kissed her forehead.