Shattering the Luna

PROLOGUE:

The Friday Jummah atmosphere was extremely pleasant. Down the road leading to the big mosque a junction away from a dirty slum. The poorest of the poor alone lived there. In there, was a huge rate of infant mortality, teenage pregnancy, drug abuse and other criminal activities. It was the home to low class people.

Here in these parts of Pakistan, only the strong ones survived. The rest were either kidnapped, raped or murdered. Especially the ladies. It was a little distant from the junction when a maiden dressed in Niqab walked. Her eyes to the ground and her heart leading her to the Masjid. She was about 4'10 and definitely a very young girl.

Blessed with brown orbs with an intensely dark pupil. Darker than you would ever imagine. It gave her quite a look. A beautiful yet peculiar girl. Very introverted and by every means a maiden. She was walking with meditated steps towards the Masjid and there was no doubt that she knew the road like the back of her hand.

Fortunately, her cruel step sister and perversely step brother wasn't there to stop her. They had to attend a Walima of a friend. She had no friends no doubt. Probably because she wasn't one who spoke a lot.

A street to cross. She crossed neatly and stood on the pavement to quickly brush off the supposed dust she had on her dress.

It was all like a dream. A horrifying dream. A pathetic dream. A dream she knew was nothing but a reality. The screeching of tires came from out of nowhere drawing closer and closer to her. Frictional force was obviously her enemy at that point because, the car knocked hard against her sending her flying into a nearby orange stall owned by a quite hot tempered man they all knew as 'Kapoor.

No one was hurt and just a few damages happened to Kapoor's stall. But the young maiden, she was on the ground struggling to get up.

Lord alone knows how she survived. The Old Man up there in Heaven had decided, now wasn't her time to come home and mind you, He would only call her when He wanted.

The maiden lost her balance when she slipped on an orange and fell hard on her bottom when she tried to get up once more. She let out a soft scream with her cracked yet cute voice. She could feel her hand slightly bruised and a crowd suddenly forming. Their footsteps grew nearer from all directions and made her feel quite vulnerable.

Out of the expensive Cadillac that knocked her down, emerged a fashionable lady. She was dressed in an expensive Lehenga and expensive pearls adorning her neck and wrists. She growled at the maiden who had managed finally to get up and was rubbing gently unto her bruised arm.

She had a bad temper, that was lucid.

"What is wrong with you, you beggar?! Are you insane?!" the fashionable lady Sonia snapped at the meek maiden.

"I-I'm s-sorry..." she apologised to the Sonia, lady. As though, she had asked them to be careless and knock her down when her only motive was to go to the Mosque.

"Shut up you tramp! You are lucky you are still alive, you dirty piece of trash. You idiotic peasants just do this to get money off, we well-to-do people. Shameless slut!!!" she continued to rain insults on the maiden. The on lookers couldn't do anything. Because, even if they tried, it would cause more trouble for the maiden.

Out of the back seat of the car, came another gorgeous lady of about 22. She looked pitiful for the young maiden who was being verbally abused by the other maiden, Sonia.

"Enough with this!! Can't you see that Gabriel's driving almost killed this young lady? We should be the ones apologising to her!!!" the other lady Sara snapped at Sonia in defense of the young lady.

A ferocious growl was heard coming from the car. It was an angry one. One that instilled fear. The driver's seat of the car opened and through the door came a man.

A man of height 6'7, a manbun hair, a long line of tattoes on his neck and other parts of his body, jade green eyes, muscular(almost body builder) physique and an authoritarian aura came with him.

The young maiden's eyes snapped to the direction of the growl.

The next thing, she felt the presence before her. An attractive blow of cologne mixed with sinful deeds almost knocked her off her stance. She knew now that a man stood before her. Not any man. A dangerous man.

"Watch where you going kitten! No one attends a feline's funeral. Open your eyes and don't be a blind little kitten!" he whispered maniacally at her with her eyes staring straight into his eyes seeing just darkness. She flinched in fear. A dark, choking,scary and maniacal aura blew against them all and forced tear of fear down her eyes.

This man seemed to enjoy her vulnerability and her meekness. How she shivered at his voice...

"Bhai!! Stop it! We should apologise for knocking her down and not insult her!!" Sara scolded her older brother while pulling him back away from the frightened girl.

She helped the girl clean off the dust off her Niqab and apologised truthfully to her.

"It's alright Ma'am. I should have been more careful. I'm so sorry" the maiden apologised.

Then a young girl of about 10, held unto her hand and led her away from the growing crowd.

It became obvious only now, that the young maiden who had been knocked down was blind.

Eyes on her. Jade green eyes on her. They looked intensely at her until she disappeared completely.