Arrested

"Haya, look who is at the door?" Haya was making soap for her father when her mother called her.

"Ok, mama." Slowing the stove on the pot, she came to the gate.

"Who is there?"

"Is this Mr. Zaman's house?" Someone called from outside.

"Yes, but who are you?" Haya again asked him.

"Call him to come outside. We have business with him." That man told her.

"Papa…there is someone on the gate. I asked him who are you? But he didn't tell me. He is asking about you." Haya came to her father and after telling him his eyes went wide. The book fell from his hand. In his mind, the first thought came about Sikandar Shah.

'If it's him, then…?' He can't imagine beyond that.

"H…Haya…go and tell him that Papa isn't at home." Mr. Zaman was wiping the sweat sparkling on his forehead.

"But papa…. whoever it is, you meet him. If today I tell a lie then he will come again. And if this process keeps going then our neighbors will start gossiping about us after seeing someone standing at our door every day