Episode 4
She stepped back, frightened.
Noori feared that he might harm her now.
For the first time, she felt a hint of fear from Molsik.
Molsik stared at her for a while.
Then, he let out a long, hissing breath, like a snake.
As if a man trying to relax after immense exhaustion.
Perhaps he was trying to cool the lava of rage boiling inside him.
After glaring at her for a moment, he suddenly turned and started walking away.
Noori thought for a moment.
Then she, too, began following him.
The thought of being alone in this wilderness frightened her.
Hearing footsteps behind him, Molsik stopped and turned, letting out a deep breath.
His burning eyes forced Noori to stop in her tracks.
He continued staring but said nothing.
"P-Please take me with you... I'm scared here,"
Noori pleaded, glancing around nervously.
Molsik remained silent.
"For the sake of Allah, please take me with you.
Just drop me at any nearby village; I'll find my way home."
Noori begged.
"Go…"
That was the only word Molsik uttered.
Then he turned and started walking again.
Noori followed him at a short distance.
Molsik, by his nature, kept running his forked tongue over his lips.
In the darkness, Noori couldn't see his split tongue.
Otherwise, being the daughter of a snake charmer—who had played with snakes since childhood—
She would've instantly understood that Molsik wasn't a human or a jinn, but a snake.
They kept walking until they reached Kamal's vehicle.
Molsik passed the car without even glancing at it.
His direction was toward the graveyard not far ahead.
Noori glanced at the car and quickened her steps.
Molsik didn't turn around again, but he did pick up his pace.
Only a little time remained before sunrise.
He had to reach his dwelling quickly.
The graveyard came into view.
The diminishing darkness revealed its eerie outlines.
Noori instinctively stopped, while Molsik kept moving forward.
He stopped at the graveyard's edge and glanced back with a mysterious smile.
Then he stepped into the graveyard.
Noori couldn't see his strange smile in the dark.
Standing there, stunned and confused, her eyes filled with fear and disbelief,
She watched him vanish among the ancient tombs of the massive Makli graveyard.
She dared not take another step.
"This… This can't be a human,"
The thought struck Noori.
Standing near one of the world's oldest cemeteries,
Just the idea of encountering something inhuman was enough to shake her.
She turned and rushed toward the vehicle.
At first, she considered spending the rest of the night inside it.
But another thought crossed her mind—
What if someone found the car and started asking questions?
Especially about Kamal and his companions…
She couldn't afford any more trouble.
So she decided to walk away, slowly taking a path away from the main road.
She followed the same direction from which they had brought her.
She had no idea where she was or where the road would lead.
Quietly, she kept reciting prayers in her heart.
Even the slightest rustle of wind would startle her.
After hours of walking, she began to see signs of a distant village.
Though her strength was almost gone, the sight gave her hope,
And she hurried forward.
Villagers glanced at her with surprise, but no one questioned her.
As she entered the village, she could walk no longer.
She knocked weakly on the door of the first mud house she saw,
Then collapsed beside it.
When no one answered, she pushed the door open and went inside.
It seemed the house was empty.
"Is… is anyone there?"
She managed to whisper with dry lips.
She found a single room inside.
One weak, elderly woman lay on a rope bed.
Noori entered without hesitation.
Hearing her, the old woman slowly turned her head.
"Who is it?" she asked faintly.
"Amma, I'm a traveler," Noori said softly.
The old woman gestured for her to sit.
Just then, footsteps approached.
An old man entered with a pot of water on his head.
Noori quickly helped him and placed the pot inside.
"Who are you, girl?" he asked gently, surprised.
"Baba Sain, I'm just a traveler," she replied, repeating her earlier words.
Thirsty, she drank a full cup of water without asking.
As the water settled her senses, her face lit up again.
"Sit down, child. I'll get you something to eat."
"No, Baba Sain, just tell me where the flour and water are—I'll cook myself."
Touched by her respect, he gave her what she needed.
She made some flatbread.
The only side was a dry mango pickle, but for her, it tasted like a feast.
As soon as she was full, sleep overtook her.
She lay down and was asleep in moments.
Later, the old man woke her gently.
She washed her face and was shocked to see that night had fallen.
"Did I sleep all day?" she murmured to herself.
That night, after dinner, she told the elderly couple the whole truth—
Except the part about the strange young man or the graveyard.
She simply said she had no idea who the boy was that saved her.
"Child, Allah works in strange ways," the old man said, looking to the sky.
"Maybe he was a poor farmer's son, sent to protect you."
Noori looked up gratefully.
"Baba Sain, who is Allah Daad?"
At this question, the old man stood up in shock.
"How… how do you know Allah Daad?"
"The one who died—Kamal—was his son."
The old man stared at her, wide-eyed.
"W-what did you say, child?"
Then he began to dance with joy.
"Allah, you've taken revenge for my son!"
He rushed to tell his wife.
When he returned, his face was glowing with happiness.
"Child, you've brought joy to our house after fifteen long years."
He told Noori the story of his son Musa—
A beautiful boy who worked in Allah Daad's mansion.
The landlord's daughter, Nusrat, fell for him.
Despite the social divide, she confessed her love.
Musa refused, fearing the consequences.
But love never backs down.
Eventually, one of the servants saw them talking and reported to Allah Daad.
Without asking a thing, he had Musa captured.
Three days later, Musa's dead body came home.
Nusrat told her father he was innocent.
She was the one who pursued him.
But honor mattered more to Allah Daad.
He sacrificed their only son.
After Musa's death, Nusrat lost her mind.
She cursed her father and brothers day and night.
Tears streamed down the old man's cheeks.
"I never knew the names of his sons.
Only now, after what you've said, I know Kamal was one of them."
Noori's eyes filled with tears too.
"My son was so handsome," the old man said, lost in memory.
"He always bought two identical outfits—one for him, one for me.
Just before he died, he brought this suit I'm wearing.
I kept it safe for fifteen years.
Today, for some reason, I felt like wearing it…"
Noori's heart skipped.
She remembered Molsik's outfit—it was the same.
Could Molsik be the spirit of the old man's son, returned for revenge?
She shivered.
"Those glowing eyes… they weren't human…"
If he wasn't a ghost, he surely wasn't human.
Then… what was he
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