Episode No.1 The New Year Has Arrived

The New Year had arrived, the last week of December was going on. In such a situation, the rush of people in the markets of London had increased beyond the limit. Preparations for Christmas and New Year were in full swing. All the people were enjoying the colors of the bazaar in the form of clusters, some with family and some with friends. In such a way, to avoid the shivering cold at night and to keep his body warm, he was sitting in a famous coffee shop there wearing warm clothes and drinking coffee looking at the rush across the window. It had been three years since he came here. In such a situation, he had not even once gone to Pakistan. With a light and sweet smile on his lips, he was looking through the glass at the children who were walking round and round in front of Santa on the road.

How long have I been calling you? I also sent messages but there was no response. He sat on the empty chair in front of him while reading this morning's newspaper on the table. Zarun smiled softly at him "Was there any work?" he asked after taking a cup of coffee. Ahan exhaled deeply

Yes Aahan, the same Aahan whose Bismil was once the victim of Zaroon Rustam's brutality

You know you should be home by now. The night is over. Sister-in-law will be worried for you" she replied looking at Ahan

"Hmmm." That's why I came. Come on, you will have dinner with me today at my house.

No, I have eaten. Anyway, I don't think it's good to disturb the moments of husband and wife.

How long will this go on Zaroon, how long will you continue to punish yourself like this. Now I should just do it, three years Zaron, three years have come to pass, but you are still standing where your journey has to start.

"When I don't know the destination, where should I start the journey?" Zaroon said in a low voice

''what do you mean... Have you forgotten Bahadur Khan? your destination He has changed you.'' Ahan said with wide eyes

I have not forgotten anything. I remember everything

Ahaan everything.... But what is the use of it? I don't want anything from Bahadur Khan. No one has changed their part. Even if I change it, for what? For your parents? Will those people come back by taking revenge? Will getting married give me a happy family? No, I am. Nothing will be found. I will not gain anything by taking revenge. I will still be left empty-handed and alone," Zarun took another sip of the cold coffee

"Don't be so cruel to yourself Zarun. You are not entitled to all this. A tear fell from Zaroon's eye and absorbed into his beard

Yes, he had decided that he would replace Bahadur Khan. He will be punished. But what will be the benefit of this revenge? The past three years had hollowed out Zaroon Rustom. Keeping the cup of coffee on the table, his eyes went to the newspaper that Ahan had left there. He looked at the clock, it was ten o'clock at night. However, he was in no hurry to go home. He picked up the newspaper and started looking at it when he noticed a news

"A group of girls who, being innocent and helpless, would take refuge in people's houses and then steal money and escape." Zaroon read the entire column and shook his head, he got up from his table and left the coffee shop. . Now he started wandering aimlessly on the streets of London. As he walked, he slightly Sansan came to the corner where there was no one. It was the backside of a famous bar in London. Zaron was still walking, tripping over the empty can, when he heard a soft voice from the garbage collector. At first he refused, but now his voice was clear. Scream of a girl. Zaroon did not waste a minute and ran towards it. It was so dark on that side that hardly anyone came and the smell of garbage and empty bottles of alcohol was also very strong. When Zaroon turned on the flashlight from his mobile phone, he found a scarf falling on the ground. It was definitely a girl's. He heard a soft voice again. Zaron moved forward a little, but seeing the scene in front of him, Kara's anger had reached the seventh heaven. A man had a girl completely in his grip. And that girl was constantly shaking her head in denial with flowing eyes. His eyes were closed while there was no resistance

Zaroon pounced on the man and separated him from the girl. That man was also drunk, that's why he got overwhelmed easily. Zaroon was now facing the girl who fell on the ground. Zaroon rushed towards him and wanted to support him while he pushed Zaroon away from him. It was not difficult for Zaroon to guess that the girl was drunk. Zarun shook his head sadly. That girl dressed in a pink baby top and blue jeans looked like a girl to Zaroon. Zaroon did not find anything around him to drop him at his home. And he could not leave her in such a situation. I don't know why, but seeing her so helpless today, Zaroon felt as if he was seeing Anna's abuse with his own eyes. It took a moment for Zaroon to take a decision. Taking her in his arms, Zaroon walked towards his car which he had left at the front of the same club. He knew this club very well, he had come here many times. Three years had passed, a lot had changed inside Zaroon, but this did not mean that he had become a very good and true Muslim. Yes, now he had started to give importance to the views of others. Now he had started to respect others. He did not force his decision on anyone anymore. Taking this little girl in his arms, he opened the front door of the car and sat her comfortably on the passenger seat. After putting on the seat belt, he turned around and reached his place and started the car and was running towards his destination. He would also cast a glance at the girl sitting next to him who was completely alienated from his senses.