She Was His Teacher Today, but Years Ago...

She Was His Teacher Today, but Years Ago...

She was his teacher today, but years ago, he had once saved her honor, made her sit on his bike with her bag in between, and dropped her safely at home. Yet today, who knew what overcame him—he ruined that very girl’s honor and fled to Dubai…

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He walked out of the examination hall with full confidence. The two-and-a-half-hour exam he had solved in just one hour, and as soon as time ended, he was the very first one to step out. Smiling, he glanced at his teachers standing outside, who already knew he would be the first to leave. He had always topped in school, and today was his final matriculation paper. He was extraordinarily intelligent—so much so that even his teachers sometimes felt uneasy around his sharpness. A simple, cheerful boy.

“Rajab Abdul Rehman.”

Mounting his bike, he left for home. Finally, today he was free from tenth grade. He was thrilled. He had countless dreams about his future, but fate had written an altogether different story for him.

Halfway home, a girl in school uniform suddenly ran and collided with his bike. Jerking to a halt, Rajab saw that the girl was frail, terrified.

“Please help me,” she pleaded.

“What happened?” he asked, stepping off the bike.

“That man was misbehaving with me.”

Rajab turned, but the street was empty.

“If you walk out alone at this hour, men will chase you,” he said bluntly.

“I had no choice. Today I had my ninth-grade paper. Father couldn’t leave college at this time, so I had to go alone,” she explained, making a face, wondering what this boy thought of her.

“Don’t you have any brothers or sisters?”

“No, I’m the only one.”

Rajab sighed and handed her a water bottle. The scorching sun burned above them, the deserted street thick with silence. He couldn’t leave her there alone.

“Sit on the bike. I’ll drop you home.”

“No, I can’t sit on a bike with you,” she hesitated fearfully.

“Look, at this time you’ll only find wolves in the skin of men. Come with me, I’ll get you home safely. Trust me,” Rajab said gently, noticing her fear.

She shook her head again.

“Alright, keep your schoolbag between us,” he suggested. Relieved, the girl placed her bag in the middle and sat.

“What’s your name?” he asked as they rode off.

“Kissa Furqan.”

“Was today your last paper?”

“No, today was the second-last. Tomorrow’s the last,” she replied softly.

“That means tomorrow again you’ll walk this deserted road alone?” He frowned. She seemed unlike other bold girls—simple, innocent.

“Yes.”

“Don’t come alone tomorrow. I’ll pick you up.”“No, I can’t. If anyone sees, they’ll misunderstand.”

“Alright, I won’t bring the bike tomorrow. We’ll just walk to the bus stop together, then you can go home by bus. Deal?”

Kissa was startled. Though she had only just met him, it strangely felt as if they shared a deep bond.

“Who was that man harassing you?” Rajab asked.

“I don’t know. I’d barely left school when I felt someone following me. He was dark-skinned, staring at me. When I looked back, he hurried closer and tried to grab my hand. I escaped and ran… then I saw you and begged for help,” she explained.

“Kissa, you acted wisely. If you had fallen into his hands… you can’t imagine,” Rajab sighed heavily.“Oh, I’m already so scared, and you’re trying to scare me more,” she pouted. Soon, they reached her home.

“Kissa!” he called out as she walked away.

She turned.

“Don’t come alone tomorrow. Wait for me,” he said seriously. She smiled faintly and nodded before going inside.

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Dropping Kissa, Rajab headed home, feeling content. His father ran a business in Dubai, but Rajab had no interest in business. He wanted to become an engineer, and he worked hard for it. Parking his bike, he entered the house with his keys, unaware of the storm awaiting him inside.

Searching for his mother, he opened her bedroom door—and the ground slipped from beneath his feet. His mother lay asleep in the arms of his own uncle.

They startled awake. His mother tried to explain, but Rajab bolted out, blinded by tears. His own mother had betrayed both him and his father.

He raced off on his bike, his mind pounding with unbearable images. Stopping suddenly on the road, dazed, he saw a huge truck barreling towards him. Before he could think—CRASH.

The truck hit him hard. His body collapsed lifelessly on the roadside.

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Kissa waited outside school the next day, searching for him. He had promised with such certainty that she had no choice but to believe him. She waited an hour, but he never came.

Finally, terrified, she began walking home alone. Her heart pounded, her mind echoing Rajab’s warning: If you fall into their hands…

She shuddered. A presence followed behind. She turned—and froze.

“Father!”

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she threw herself into Furqan’s arms.

“Daughter, I’ve been calling out for so long. Why were you running like that?” he asked, worried.

“I thought it was someone else…” she whispered in shame.

“Come, let’s get in the car.”

She followed quietly. That day, she cursed Rajab a lot, never knowing that the poor boy had met with tragedy and slipped into a coma.

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Years passed.

A hand stirred faintly—after ages of stillness. After five long years in a coma, Rajab finally moved. Machines beeped. Nurses rushed. His eyelids fluttered, and he awoke—like a man pulled back from a dark abyss.

But when his mother and uncle entered with the doctors, Rajab turned his face away. He no longer wished to see them. His father, informed from Dubai, sent a trusted man, Yawar, to care for

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