No Repentance

like a baby and the voice of sobbing would come out of her mouth
like the water boils and makes the sound when it is heated on 100
degree centigrade and no one would be there to listen to her
sobbing. No one was there for her to encourage her, for her to give
her fake hope that everything will be alright. That he would again
bring her red roses, that their marriage would be like the way it was
when they were newly-weds.
One day when Hassan got free from his work, his master Agha
Omar called him in his bedroom. He sat Hassan in the chair and
unlocked his locker and took out a strangely looking cup. ‘The secret
of my great wealth is not the hard work nor did I inherit it from my
ancestors.’
‘Why do you tell me all this Agha Sahib?’ Hassan asked.
‘There is a secret behind my wealth, I accumulated it overnight.’
Master replied. ‘Never have I ever revealed this secret to anyone, I
want to tell you.’
‘But why,’ Hassan asked.
‘Since I became rich I have been living away from my family, my
wealth made me blind and snatched my family from me, now I want
to give this cup to you because you are desperate and need this,’
Agha sahib explained.
Agha Sahib handed the cup to Hassan; he took it and looked it
carefully. Something was written around the cup which was
incomprehensible and to Hassan’s surprise the writing felt alive and
was moving around it.
‘What on earth this thing is?’ Hassan asked shockingly.
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