Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Recognition

Dear Neha

Maybe I don't deserve to be sorry for all my mistakes. However, I still hope you will understand why I fell into this fatal mistake.

Really, Neha, I don't know what else to do when I see my only family, my dear brother, depressed and drunk, and in front of my eyes, my head, he drowned himself in the pool drunk. Not only that, he had also once injured himself from feeling helpless. He's desperate. She's depressed. I couldn't see blood dripping from his hand being injured by a glass fragment. Only when I said that I would help her in dealing with her problems could she get under control and stop hurting herself. My condition is squashed, I don't know how to save my brother when he refuses to make peace with fate other than assuring when he asks me to help him get revenge, which turns out, he's not, he asked me to operate on my face and asked me to disguise myself as Alisah. I had no other choice then but to fulfill her request. I'm sorry, Neha. I'm guilty. But I hope you'll understand my situation. And I hope, someday, we will meet again in good health, as two good friends. I will always miss you, and you will always be in my heart. Bye then....

Done it. I put my letter on the dresser, then I took a bolster pillow and put it where I normally sleep and then covered it with a blanket. I had to make Neha think that I was still in her apartment, until the moment she realized, I was out of the country.

Yeah, luckily I didn't take sleeping pills, so I was able to do a few things I had to do for this escape. First of all, by using a scarf as a hijab, I covered my head and put on a mask. I knew Neha was locked up in the next room, so I could sneak out of the apartment unbeknownst to Neha, also being able to get past the HansH bodyguards guarding the outside of the apartment building. They won't recognize the appearance of me wearing a hijab and a mask.

Now my destination is to Birmingham Central Mosque.

《 Bi, I want to meet with Auntie. Just the two of us. Please meet me at Central Mosque. I'm on my way. I need Aunt's help.

My message was sent and the two containers were green. Aunt Heera read my message.

》OK.

Oh, thank goodness. Aunt Heera is willing to see me.

Yeah, I thought only Aunt Heera could ask for help. Aunt Heera's gentle and wise attitude made me put my trust in her. Only to him can I entrust my letter to HansH. The letter I believe will arrive well. At a minimum, I believe, even though Aunt Heera found me guilty of this act of deception, Aunt Heera was not the type of person who would inflame HansH and incite him to hate me. Although I think, without the need to be instigated, of course HansH will hate me after he knows my bad intentions towards him. Even I think worse than that: he will mobilize his men to search for my existence and will order them to eliminate me from this world. But that's business later. For now I will not back down from my intentions. Before I leave England, I'll leave my letter to Aunt Heera. It's time I unpacked my disguise.

You can't back off, Zia. It's about time.

Aunt Heera smiled with her cheer as she saw me wearing a hijab. "Auntie is happy to see how you look. You're beautiful" she praised.

I smile and thank you. "I'm sorry I made Auntie have to bother coming here to see me."

"It's okay, honey. Auntie really wanted to see you. Auntie sting worried. How are you doing?"

Hearing that question made my eyes instantly shut. "I'm fine."

"You're serious?"

"Yeah, I'm serious. I'm fine."

"Thank God then. So tell me, what can Auntie do for you? Aunty will do whatever Auntie can do, for your mom."

I gulped bitterly. Silent for a moment.

"So, what can Auntie do for you, Alisah?"

Come, Zia. Do it! Give letters.

"Active?"

I took out my letter and gave it to Aunt Heera. In the envelope, I have included a ring and necklace belonging to Alisah. "Please give this letter to HansH, Bi. Please make sure HansH reads it."

"Why?" Aunt Heera's forehead shriveled. "Why did you write a letter? Shouldn't you just talk to HansH no matter what the problem is between you?"

"What's up, Alisah? What's the contents of this letter?"

"Auntie can ask HansH later."

"But-"

"I'm sorry, Bi." I held Aunt Heera tightly.

But it wasn't that easy to avoid Aunt Heera. When I let go of the hug, he held my hand, intending to hold me back so that I could stay there. He stared at my eyes as if looking for answers that revolved in his mind.

"You left this letter because you wanted to leave? Da? You want to disappear again? Leaving HansH again?"

Oh... this woman in front of me is not ordinary mothers like those in the soap opera story. His instincts were so sharp, and he was a personal archetype who could bluntly ask or express his instincts.

"Jawab, Alisa's."

"I'm sorry, Bi."

"Jawab, not apologizing."

I nodded, then looked around, intending to run away. But I realized it was impossible for me to do that. The bodyguards guarding Aunt Heera were not random people. They are the type of people trained, alert and responsive to the situation around them. I was sure, once I tried to escape, with just one command from Aunt Heera, they would chase after me and I would be instantly caught.

"Why?"

"Sorry, Bi. I'm...."

"What?"

"I. emm.I can't answer why."

"What's your reason for wanting to leave? Tell Auntie."

Mum. I could only shake with tears that started to pool, then drip and flow profusely. I should have been able to predict this. It won't be easy to escape Aunt Heera and her bodyguards.

"Is it because you were having a bad incident last afternoon? You feel dirty and inappropriate for HansH? If that's your excuse, you know it's not acceptable. HansH will not accept your excuses. Auntie knows she's willing to marry you no matter what. So don't go. You can't leave."

I'm shaking. "Well then I'll explain my real reason." I closed my eyes for a moment, then took a deep breath. "I am not Alisah."

"What's? Whatchu mean?"

"I...."

"Explain."

"Yes, Bi. I'm not Alisah HansH's fiancee. I'm Zia. I'm someone else, and I'm not amnesiac."

Oh, I finally said it....