All Chapters of A Cold Betrayal: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

They all had started hating my presence; blaming for something I hadn't done. But I wasn't going to correct their misunderstanding, prove to them that I was just as much in pain as they were. My dearest friend had been such a huge part of my life; her memories would always remain in my heart and make me miss her even more.  It was difficult having the world suddenly turn their back towards me, with the best friend gone. The absence of 'Aniya' demanded me to be patient and wise. I was hurt by all the accusation thrown at me, but I didn't care to defend myself. I had promised my friend that her memories would always remain positive in her famil

Hurt and BetrayalHaving my father drop us at college, I had entwined one arm around Aniya's as we both skipped towards our college. We were here, early. So, with Aniya carrying extra money, we had decided to get some breakfast from the college's 'indoor' cafe.  The sky looked so cloudy. Walking towards the cafe, I smiled as a raindrop fell on

Accusations and Judgements Life can be so unpredictable and testing. Often, you get hit by such an unexpected, heart-breaking- sensation, causing you to fall into a well of epiphanies and realizations. The same thing had happened to me. The sudden shock in my life had completely shattered me. And not only that, I had started seeing the true colours of people.

Hiding and KnittingDriving back home, my heart was literally bleeding. The vicious words of Aniya's words had made me realize just how cruel and heartless some people could be. The girls, who were behind this, needed to pay for what they did. I had to get them caught without getting Aniya's memory tainted. That was something that needed to be done.Sighing, I now

Tuck Shop and MemoriesThree months had passed by since I had come to Islamabad. Suddenly, I was just okay with hiding away. My parents would come to visit often, but I just didn't want to go back home. Uncle Imran and Aunt Aima had been overly kind towards me. They would treat me like their own daughter and so far no one was truly bringing forward the sensitive issues. They respected my decision of not wanting to talk about it, and I was just fine with that. Somehow, I was reaching out of my