Flashback

After saying farewell to Kifayat, Rafi went back running excitedly to Arbaz. After reaching the place where Arbaz was waiting for him, he started panting. " Brother Arbaz , Here! The pretty sister told me to give this to you!" he gave the letter to Arbaz with an eager grin.

Arbaz's friend exclaimed!!"WOW! Finally, you got a reply, bro. Congratulations."

Arbaz took the letter with trembling hands, his heart was pounding in his chest. He ran his fingers over the envelope, savoring the moment. All along he has been playing hide and seek with her, lying to her to hide his identity. He knew maybe it was not a good idea. At first he never even imagined the small idea of being her pen pal would come this far.

But now every effort, every step he'd taken to get closer to her, felt worthwhile. It was as if his entire journey had led him to this single, precious moment.

Arbaz carefully unfolded the letter, his heart racing with anticipation. He began to read:

(Hey Mr. Anonymous Guy,

I don't know what trick you're trying to pull off, but don't you dare mess with me. If you think I couldn't find you, then you've underestimated me. I haven't tracked you down yet because I've been playing nice, keeping things on a friendly level. But make no mistake, if I ever sense you have any bad intentions, you're finished, my dear pen pal:)

Yours cautiously,

You know my name already)

Arbaz chuckled, finding her playful threat both amusing and endearing. She hadn't changed much from the girl he first met on the football field, fierce yet unexpectedly charming. He smiled, his heart was warmed by the familiarity of her spirit.

As he stood there, memories flooded back to the first time he met her...

A few years ago

It was the time of late summer. Arbaz had just finished his entrance exams and found himself with an abundance of free time.

One sunny noon, he headed to the field near their elementary school to play football and hang out with his friends. After an intense game, they collapsed onto the grass.

While lying down, they were talking and laughing, relishing their time together. Someone asked Arbaz about his future plan, which University he wanted to go. Arbaz casually replied A University.

"I knew that you were going to say it. Congratulations in advance, bro. But don't forget us when you go to the big city." Siraj said to Arbaz jokingly.

"Am I that kind of person?"

"You are." Samir replied. Arbaz grabbed him by his neck, "Say that again."

"Sorry, sorry, bro. I was wrong."

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, their attention was drawn to the sound of a little boy's crying. They noticed a group of little boys who should be in elementary were playing games, but maybe a conflict had erupted. One boy was shoved and fell down.

"Now a days children became more and more arrogant. How could they bully their friend like this. Should I go and scare them?". Samir felt distress for the little boy.

"Don't get too involved in children's matter. Let's just teach them a little." Saying this but Arbaz were about to get up to help the little boy. But that boy who was pushed said suddenly run off before they could do something. They thought the boy was running away, but moments later, the little boy returned with his sister, a strikingly pretty girl whose face was filled with anger.

She marched forward with great momentum, holding a ball in her hand. Her steps were brisk. Despite her evident anger, she approached the group of little boys with an eerie calmness, her voice was gentle as she coaxed the truth from the boys. "Who pushed my brother and took his ball but didn't want to give it back? Is it you?" she asked, pointing at the boy who was holding the ball. Her tone was soothing yet demanding. "I will give rewards to those who will tell the truth."

The boys were initially scared because an older girl had intervened, but seeing her gentle approach, they spilled everything one by one. After hearing their confessions, she smiled at first, then her expression turned stern. "Give my brother his ball back," she ordered.

Her brother retrieved the ball, and then she gently threatened the boys with a terrifying aura. "If any of you ever bully my brother again," she began, her voice icy, "then you will..." She half-finished her sentence and then kicked the ball with all the force she had and it was burst out with a loud pop.

Her brother looked at her, dumbfounded. "Is this the same sister who can't even twist open a bottle cap by herself?" he wondered. When did she become so strong? However this dramatic incident made a huge impact on those little boys. The boys were terrified, apologizing profusely to the girl and promised her that they would never bully her brother again. They thought if the elder sister has so much strength, how can the little brother be weak. Earlier they were just jealous of him because their parents would always compare them with him. Now they don't dare.

After warning the boys, she walked away with her brother. As they left, he asked, "How did you make the ball burst? You don't seem to have that much strength. Were you possessed by Hercules earlier?"

She remembered the events earlier that day. Her brother had come home with a sad face, telling her about the children bullying him at school, snatching his ball, and calling him weak. To teach those kids a lesson, she carefully planned her actions. She had used a small pin to create a slow leak in the ball, making it easy to burst with a strong kick.

"It's a secret," she replied with a wink.

On the field Arbaz and his friends who were watching the scene from a distance, became dumbfounded. They couldn't believe what they had just witnessed. They looked at the ball that was burst opened and stopped just in front of them. "Are girls nowadays so powerful? Good that we didn't mess with her." one of them muttered in awe, looking at the deflated ball back and forth.

After the girl and her brother left,

Arbaz went to the other kids carrying the broken ball. He approached the children with a kind smile and asked, "Hello kids, We are from the police who catches little children who bullies their friends? I heard something happened here? Do you know who were bullying others." The children hurriedly denied, "it's not us. "

"Oh then I was mistaken. You are good boys, right." The children looked at each other and muffled.

"So as good boys next time if you saw someone getting bullied again, remember to call me, I will take them and put them in jail. Remember." The children nodded timidly and then run off.

"Hey take your ball..."

"Didn't you tell me not to scare them? Why are you scaring them then?"

Arbaz laughed saying, " I don't think I scared them more than that girl. "

That was the first time Arbaz met Kifayat, and a pretty but very fierce girl. It was his first impression of her. Or maybe from that moment on, she was etched into his memory without him knowing it.