11. 𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽

                                    

                                          
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Author's pov,
As the first light of dawn pierced the horizon, the city stirred from its slumber. The sky transformed into a kaleidoscope of hues, heralding the arrival of a new morning. 
           The air vibrated with an electric sense of possibility, as if the very fabric of fate was about to unravel. The silence was palpable, like the held breath before a storm. This morning brought an ominous sense of transformation. Today, the threads of destiny would snap, propelling each life onto a drastic new path. Unexpected twists would upend routines, shatter illusions, and reveal hidden truths. This is the beginning of a day that would leave no one unscathed.                           
          Afshan woke up from her sleep yawning, her eyes droopy and mind hazy. She lazily sat up on the bed, remembering that it is a weekend today. 
           After collecting all the fragments of yesterday's memory she went for freshening up, in meantime she heard her mother's voice ' Afshan, breakfast is ready come quickly ' replying with an ok she emerged out from the room still in haze.
           Soon she joined her family at the table and started having her breakfast silently, confusing all of them. Abdullah glanced at ayesha for any reason, she whispered to him ' let her be she must be tired of all the work ' he nodded at her and they resumed having meal. Following breakfast, she returned to her room with dreadful thoughts crawling under her skin.
         An uneasy feeling settling in her soul slowly, her mind wandered around many possibilities making her frown. She is continuously playing with her fingers deep in thoughts.
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   In Amaan Mansion.....
               Anas woke up before his usual time feeling a strange void in his chest confusing him, he quickly called mr.khan to make sure Afshan is safe, after listening her well being he felt relief washed over him still with unsettled feelings and went to perform his morning routine and offer prayer.
            After ages he is feeling different and unusual, his heart is pounding inside the cartilage without any prior warning, shrugging off the uneasy feelings he indulged himself in heavy workout trying to prevent the odd thoughts.
            In a dimly lit room Aftab slowly opened his eyes, the dim morning light casting a soft glow over his disheveled state. Half of his body was sprawled on the floor, while the other half clung to the edge of the bed. 
            With a heavy sigh, he pulled himself up, his muscles aching from the uncomfortable position. Staggering towards the mirror, he stared at his reflection—a man broken, with red, swollen eyes that told the tale of a night spent in tears. 
           Tear stains marred his cheeks, and the pain of the decision he made last night surged back with renewed intensity. His heart clenched as fresh tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to spill over.