Chaos in the Canvas √

15 | truths

The information Ali just provided him did disturb him in ways more than one; knowing that things such as coincidences are little in practical life. In reality, everything happens for a reason; it is just that people are naïve and oblivious to that, instead choosing to believe in their own shares of myths and superstitions.

"That can be a coincidence." He said despite knowing perfectly well that it was not.

"There is no such thing as coincidences; I thought you were a firm believer of that." Ali said with a grin curving his lips, stamping on a thought Ibrahim had already known.

"Well, I still am. It's just that life has a funny way of surprising us." Ibrahim laughed at the end, a humourless laugh that housed pain more than joy.

"Yeah, that it has." Ali agreed without a second thought.

"There are other things?" Ibrahim steered the conversation in the right direction, knowing he would not be able to show patience for a little while long if it kept on dragging at this rate.

"Of course there are other things, Abi." Ali said, now placing the cup back on the table and instead picking the file from it.

Thrusting his fingers between the covers of the file, Ali opened it with little effort, his actions disclosing a few sheet of papers that the file held - papers filled with statistics, bank account transits and receipts.

"What is this?" Ibrahim could not refrain from questioning, eyeing the pile of papers with fear gripping him.

What mess had he gotten himself into?

"Bank account receipts. This is what took a lot of days, it is quite some work." Ali said before handing the files to Ibrahim who hesitated for a moment before grabbing the other corner, his head shaking like a leaf.

"What does it say?" Ibrahim asked a rhetorical question as he studied the bank receipts slowly, dread swallowing him, his eyes going wide as they studied the number written at the end of paper.

65,000Rs.

"Hemayal transferred 65,000Rs to Humna's bank account?" Ibrahim asked, voice a whisper and bewildered, the very ground shaking under his feet as he studied the bank order.

"Exactly, it surprised me too." Ali, totally oblivious to Ibrahim's condition, said, eyes scanning Ibrahim's expressions with an air of accomplishment.

"How do they even know each other? And why the hell did she give her money?" Ibrahim whispered, the shock nor easy neither small to get over with in a matter of few seconds.

"Well, I can't answer you that. I thought you would know that." Ali shrugged his shoulders, lips pressed as he observed Ibrahim's expressions.

"I don't know, Ali, I don't know what is happening here at all." Ibrahim's face had paled a little, losing its colour to their surrounding which was warm.

Placing the file back on the table with every fibre of him emitting sheer exhaustion, he sensed lines of thought and worry mark his forehead. Even the thought of his wife having any sort of relationship with the woman he had kidnapped was too absurd to process, to even consider in the proximity of his chaotic mind. Hemayal was not supposed to know Humna, this was not supposed to end like this.

His wife was not supposed to have any relation with the woman he kidnapped.

His wife was not supposed to know of any of his wrongdoings.

His wife was supposed to remain oblivious of this all.

Hemayal was a stranger to him but a stranger he had deep relations with - the last thing he wanted was his horrible actions coming out in open. Humna knowing Hemayal was a danger - Hemayal could know these things anytime now, and if she does, everything will go down.