The story begins 🕊️🕊️
Las Vegas
"Bahki hawaon ki fizaon mein kho raha hoon…
Kahan ho tum, humsafar, tujhe dhoondh raha hoon…
Ab aa bhi jaa… mil bhi jaa…
Na sata mujhe… main so raha hoon…" 🎶
The voice echoed softly through a small restaurant, early in the morning.
Outside, a girl walked past with a heavy bag on her shoulder and tired eyes.
She was new to this city.
New to this life.
She had come to earn money, to learn skills, and to support her family back home.
As she searched for a place to stay, her eyes fell on a door with an Indian name written on it.
She stopped, took a long breath, and muttered loudly,
"Oh my God… subah-subah itna wahiyat gaa raha hai."
Then she shouted,
"Kya tum chup ho sakte ho?!"
The next moment—
Her heel twisted.
Damm… damm.
She fell hard on the ground.
Pain shot through her leg. For a second, everything went blank.
She stared at the sky, blinking back tears.
That was when it hit her—
She was alone.
No one to offer a hand
no one to say, "Are you okay?"
No one to tell her, "It's not a big deal."
She tried to stand.
Her legs refused to move.
With trembling hands, she took off her heels, held them tightly, grabbed a nearby pole for support, and slowly began to walk—murmuring to herself.
From a window above, someone had been watching silently.
The singing stopped.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"Hello, pure soul,
"We have a long journey ahead. Don't worry." he thought.
Without saying a word, he turned back into the restaurant.
Next part coming soon…