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BHAROSA KIYA THA TUTNE KE LIYE NHI.
The headline stated this in capital bold letters in the newspaper.
nobody knows who wrote this and who made someone publish this single line as a headline on the first page of the newspaper.
On a hidden place.
The newspaper first page was opened. The owner read it and thought who must have written it without writing any article on it.
It became the mystery of the town.
The next day,
Headlines were highlighted again with a new line without any article just like the last day.
But this time it stated that:
USSE UMEED HI KYUN RAKHNA HAI JAB JAANTE HAI WOH AAKHIR MEIN TUT JAAYEGI, BILKUL TUMHARE DIL KI TARAH.
On a hidden place,
The owner's pov.
Ab toh iss journalist se milna parega.
The owner's pov ends.
Third day started with a new headline which was highlighted again:
SHIKAYAT KYUN KRTE HO TUM US KHUDA SE JAB GALTI TUMHARI HOTI HAI TOH.
It was again void of any article with it.
This continued for a week everyone wondered who would be the person writing something like this and how can the newspaper publishers not stop that person do it.
This was now became a mystery people started defaming the newspaper publishers. They started spreading negativity towards the publishers, the article writers through posting tweets in their social media stating that:
The publishers and the article writers of "ARWAT" are posting headlines without any article. This is currently bugging the whole society and collapsing the teenagers thinking capacity. We request our citizens and our respected government to help us in the procedure of banning this publishers.
Thankyou!
In a newspaper department:
A man was seen shouting at his employees, " who is doing this? Can I know?"
Everyone flinched at his tone and looked for the said culprit. Every article writer was immideately called to report in ARWAT's main office with their one weeks article. Soon they arrived with the said articles with them. The employees was asked to match their articles with the said newspapers.
The evening came but the culprit was not found. The owner of the ARWAT was quite tensed as every article written by his trusted article writers was not in the deed. Their articles was not matched.
Seeing everyone in distress, a timid and naive girl, who didn't spoke a word till now finally said in her soft yet honey like voice.
"sir I am sorry."
All the heads was snapped towards her and the only expression stuck on everyone's face was shock. The colleagues of her was scared of what their owner will say to her as she was one of the best out of them and never in her 5 years job she ever came face to face with the owner.
"Sir I am sorry. I am the culprit of the deed."
She accepted it while fidgeting with her fingers and biting her lips nervously. Anyone can tell how scared she was through her face yet she accepted the crime. Yes a crime, a crime of bothering citizens.
A loud voice boomed in the hall.
"Fired!!"
The girl hung her head low and stood rooted on her place. The voice belonged to the owner who just fired her few seconds ago. She threatened her tears to not flow down her cheeks making it go red like cherries.
She thought she should explain why she wrote like that but neither the manager nor the owner asked about it. So, she stood their silently.
"Can't you hear? Pretty girl. I said you to go out of this department right now. You are no more a employee here."
A sob left her mouth she quickly pressed her hands and tried to calm herself. She couldn't believe just her one line headlines would be the only reason of the whole chaos, and will be the reason for her to get jobless.
She thought for a while to go and request to the owner but looking at the owner all the courage she gathered in those few minutes vanished. She took baby steps and disappeared in her cabin and then hastily packed her stuff. One of her colleague came to her and asked her,
"Why did you wrote like this and published?"
She looked up with her bloodshot red eyes, rosy cheeks and her nose was red as well. She was looking super cute but the tears was still flowing through her eyes. She didn't spoke a single word and continued doing her work. Her colleague pulled her harshly making her leave her things then and there and asked in high pitched tone.
"Why did you published something like that without informing us? What do you think yourself huh! Owner of this THE ARWAT's or what ? The owner did the right thing by firing you. You cheap girl!"
She wiggled in her hold and pushed her colleague and freed herself from her grip and ran out after taking her purse and the journey to the main door begun. She looked at the floor the whole way from her cabin till the main gate, she could feel some penetrating, hurtful and accusive gaze thrown on her and some gazes of disappointment and sympathy.
As soon as she took a step out of the department she hailed a cab though she had enough money to atleast survive for a month. Her savings which she thought to spend on her little sister's studies are now going to help her for a month. It was just a week before when she lost her only family, her little sister. Not a single soul asked her why did she wrote something like that. What she was going through. No one knew. This world was always cruel to her but she always was thankful to her Almighty to give her a life and a little job by which she can fill hers and her sister's stomach. Her sister was her life but since the day she left her. Every bit of her died then and their but she didn't gave up on life and survived. She knew giving up on life wasn't the thing to do. Though a day after her sister's demise she felt someone following her wherever she goes, she felt her every movements were being watched by someone. She was feeling uncomfortable in her own home. Which wasn't seemed home anymore to her it was just the four walls which once was called as her home. Now it is just nothing but four trapping walls.
Soon she reached her destination. She paid the taxi fare and settled inside her home, she got freshen up and arranged her clothes perfectly in their places. Soon the sky was wrapped itself in the blanket of darkness. The moment for her which...
The headline stated this in capital bold letters in the newspaper.
nobody knows who wrote this and who made someone publish this single line as a headline on the first page of the newspaper.
On a hidden place.
The newspaper first page was opened. The owner read it and thought who must have written it without writing any article on it.
It became the mystery of the town.
The next day,
Headlines were highlighted again with a new line without any article just like the last day.
But this time it stated that:
USSE UMEED HI KYUN RAKHNA HAI JAB JAANTE HAI WOH AAKHIR MEIN TUT JAAYEGI, BILKUL TUMHARE DIL KI TARAH.
On a hidden place,
The owner's pov.
Ab toh iss journalist se milna parega.
The owner's pov ends.
Third day started with a new headline which was highlighted again:
SHIKAYAT KYUN KRTE HO TUM US KHUDA SE JAB GALTI TUMHARI HOTI HAI TOH.
It was again void of any article with it.
This continued for a week everyone wondered who would be the person writing something like this and how can the newspaper publishers not stop that person do it.
This was now became a mystery people started defaming the newspaper publishers. They started spreading negativity towards the publishers, the article writers through posting tweets in their social media stating that:
The publishers and the article writers of "ARWAT" are posting headlines without any article. This is currently bugging the whole society and collapsing the teenagers thinking capacity. We request our citizens and our respected government to help us in the procedure of banning this publishers.
Thankyou!
In a newspaper department:
A man was seen shouting at his employees, " who is doing this? Can I know?"
Everyone flinched at his tone and looked for the said culprit. Every article writer was immideately called to report in ARWAT's main office with their one weeks article. Soon they arrived with the said articles with them. The employees was asked to match their articles with the said newspapers.
The evening came but the culprit was not found. The owner of the ARWAT was quite tensed as every article written by his trusted article writers was not in the deed. Their articles was not matched.
Seeing everyone in distress, a timid and naive girl, who didn't spoke a word till now finally said in her soft yet honey like voice.
"sir I am sorry."
All the heads was snapped towards her and the only expression stuck on everyone's face was shock. The colleagues of her was scared of what their owner will say to her as she was one of the best out of them and never in her 5 years job she ever came face to face with the owner.
"Sir I am sorry. I am the culprit of the deed."
She accepted it while fidgeting with her fingers and biting her lips nervously. Anyone can tell how scared she was through her face yet she accepted the crime. Yes a crime, a crime of bothering citizens.
A loud voice boomed in the hall.
"Fired!!"
The girl hung her head low and stood rooted on her place. The voice belonged to the owner who just fired her few seconds ago. She threatened her tears to not flow down her cheeks making it go red like cherries.
She thought she should explain why she wrote like that but neither the manager nor the owner asked about it. So, she stood their silently.
"Can't you hear? Pretty girl. I said you to go out of this department right now. You are no more a employee here."
A sob left her mouth she quickly pressed her hands and tried to calm herself. She couldn't believe just her one line headlines would be the only reason of the whole chaos, and will be the reason for her to get jobless.
She thought for a while to go and request to the owner but looking at the owner all the courage she gathered in those few minutes vanished. She took baby steps and disappeared in her cabin and then hastily packed her stuff. One of her colleague came to her and asked her,
"Why did you wrote like this and published?"
She looked up with her bloodshot red eyes, rosy cheeks and her nose was red as well. She was looking super cute but the tears was still flowing through her eyes. She didn't spoke a single word and continued doing her work. Her colleague pulled her harshly making her leave her things then and there and asked in high pitched tone.
"Why did you published something like that without informing us? What do you think yourself huh! Owner of this THE ARWAT's or what ? The owner did the right thing by firing you. You cheap girl!"
She wiggled in her hold and pushed her colleague and freed herself from her grip and ran out after taking her purse and the journey to the main door begun. She looked at the floor the whole way from her cabin till the main gate, she could feel some penetrating, hurtful and accusive gaze thrown on her and some gazes of disappointment and sympathy.
As soon as she took a step out of the department she hailed a cab though she had enough money to atleast survive for a month. Her savings which she thought to spend on her little sister's studies are now going to help her for a month. It was just a week before when she lost her only family, her little sister. Not a single soul asked her why did she wrote something like that. What she was going through. No one knew. This world was always cruel to her but she always was thankful to her Almighty to give her a life and a little job by which she can fill hers and her sister's stomach. Her sister was her life but since the day she left her. Every bit of her died then and their but she didn't gave up on life and survived. She knew giving up on life wasn't the thing to do. Though a day after her sister's demise she felt someone following her wherever she goes, she felt her every movements were being watched by someone. She was feeling uncomfortable in her own home. Which wasn't seemed home anymore to her it was just the four walls which once was called as her home. Now it is just nothing but four trapping walls.
Soon she reached her destination. She paid the taxi fare and settled inside her home, she got freshen up and arranged her clothes perfectly in their places. Soon the sky was wrapped itself in the blanket of darkness. The moment for her which...
