Episode 3
He followed the direction of the voice, trying to see as far as he could. His eyes, sharp enough to see through the darkness, noticed some movement in the bushes ahead. Almost running, he reached the spot. He walked fearlessly through the shrubs. But the scene before him left him confused. He couldn't understand what was happening or what he should do.
She had come to fetch water from a pond-like reservoir far from her settlement. Along with her were women and girls from her own and neighboring Bhairo village. It was a daily routine — after Asr prayer, women, girls, and even some children would carry two or three pots each and walk to the water source.
The pond was nothing more than a filthy water hole where both animals and humans drank together. The water looked like someone had stirred mud into it with their hands. But the residents had no choice. They would fill their pots, let them sit until the mud settled, and then transfer the relatively clearer water into another container. Generations had followed this practice — governments came and went, but nothing changed for them. They had mastered the art of surviving harsh realities.
Her name was **Noori**, the daughter of **Khuda Bakhsh**, a snake-charmer who lived near Bhairo Goth. Khuda Bakhsh had two children — Noori and her younger brother Azad. That day, like always, Noori had joined the women of her community to fetch water. They filled their pots and began the walk home, chatting along the dirt path.
Suddenly, two fast-approaching vehicles appeared, kicking up clouds of dust. The women moved to the side of the road. Noori too stepped aside. As the first vehicle sped past, the second deliberately swerved slightly, startling some of the women. The pots on their heads fell, spilling the precious water into the thirsty ground.
Before she could retrieve the pots, the earth had already quenched its thirst.
The second vehicle stopped and reversed. One of the boys with long hair poked his head out, mocking, "Tsk tsk… all the water spilled?"
Noori stood in helpless silence, tears in her eyes. She wished she could claw his face, but she was powerless. The boy laughed and said sarcastically, "Don't cry. I'll refill your pots." He stepped out of the vehicle and came close to her. Noori instinctively stepped back.
His bodyguards got out too, armed. He said arrogantly, "I'm Wadera Allahdad's son. Stand back, or else..." The women knew who Allahdad was. Challenging a feudal lord was not an option.
As he drove off, his gaze remained fixed on Noori. Noori, shattered, picked up her empty pots and headed home. It was already getting dark — returning to the pond wasn't possible now.
Later, in the car, the boy asked, "Who was that girl?"
"We don't know, Sain. Maybe someone from Hukam's village," replied a guard. Another teased, "Looks like you've fallen for her?" He laughed. "She's in my heart, but I'm not in love. Just a game."
They all laughed. It wasn't new to them — abducting girls for pleasure. This boy was **Kamal**, Allahdad's younger son, visiting his friend **Hukam** in Bhairo Goth.
Three days later, **Noori disappeared**. She had gone to buy something from the village store and never returned. Her family searched, but she was nowhere to be found. The settlement sank into mourning.
When Noori regained consciousness, she found herself in a strange place. She was lying on a simple cot in a plain room. She recalled going to the market, being kidnapped, and then losing consciousness after someone pressed a chloroform-soaked cloth to her nose.
It was night — the air smelled of manure. The place resembled a cattle shed. Kamal and his men had brought her to a remote village near **Thatta**, where one of his friends lived.
The next night, they were taking her to Kamal's mansion when the vehicle broke down near **Makli Graveyard**. They got out to inspect. Assuming Noori wouldn't dare escape, they left her in the vehicle.
But as they busied themselves, Noori seized the opportunity, opened the door quietly, and ran. They heard her footsteps and chased her. Noori ran blindly into the bushes. They followed, but she managed to get ahead and hid behind a mound.
Eventually, one of them spotted her and dragged her out by her hair. Kamal slapped her and shouted, "Where will you run from me now?"
He ordered his men to strip her. Noori, terrified, screamed. Just then, **someone appeared out of nowhere** — a young man dressed in old, simple clothes. His sudden arrival stunned everyone.
"Who are you?" one of them asked.
"Noori" wasn't scared — this stranger gave her hope. Even if he was a ghost or a jinn, he was better than these beasts.
"Who are you?" Kamal asked.
The young man hissed, "**Molsik**."
"What kind of name is that?" they wondered aloud.
"Which village are you from?" Kamal pressed.
Molsik didn't reply. Kamal's man stepped forward to grab him — a grave mistake.
With lightning speed, **Molsik** flung him to the ground. His foot pressed against the man's throat, crushing it. The others watched in horror.
**Noori** ran toward Molsik and pleaded, "For Allah's sake, save me!"
The men had left their weapons in the car. Molsik fought them all, biting one on the shoulder and grabbing another by the throat. Within seconds, they collapsed.
Kamal tried to flee, but Molsik caught him like a snake coiling its prey. Kamal couldn't breathe — his ribs cracking. Soon, he too was
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