Ballad Of Love

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" her grace, his greed
a deadly combination
of, this flaura and fauna. "

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|Past|

• Shajapur, India.

"I don't want to marry again." She was trembling with anger yet she kept her tone low and sweet. She couldn't raise her voice in front of her father and elder brothers. But she also wouldn't let them make any decisions for her. She was not a timid young girl anymore, she's a mother now, a single mother.

"Look Shabeena you've to marry again. You're young and beautiful and Akbar is a very good guy." Her father tried to reason with her but she didn't listened to them, she was adamant on her decision.

"Abbu....Yaman died, My husband died....but that doesn't mean I've died also, I've my children to take care off. I'm not marrying again. I'm better off as a widow." Shabeena glared them all and stood up from her chair, she was walking out of the room when her eyes fall on Akbar Mujib, her maternal cousin, who claims to love her since a very long time but lost his Chance infront of the Government Teacher Yaman Khawar....and now after His death he thought that maybe Shabeena will marry him, but he was very wrong.

"Why Shabeena?" Akbar came in Shabeena's way and she ignored him, but he wasn't letting her go.

"Akbar Bhai, if you please leave my way. I've to check on my daughters." Her tone was changed now, it was strong and her attitude.

He left her way and knew she was never hers to begin with.

Shabeena looked at her daughters Mahrosh and Sehrish, who are sleeping peacefully hugging their father's coat and a tear fell down from her eyes. She have to be very strong for them. Living alone with two young daughters in this society is very difficult, and, Shabeena is a very strong lady, she didn't think about her future, but for her children's future. Only a mother can do that.

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| Present |

• Bhopal, India.

She was sitting on her chair, different files were sprawled on the table, her eyes were continually moving from one to another and so her forehead creases was raising. She bite her lower lip in frustration, little rebellious flicks of her midnight black hair were covering her face.

"Rakesh."

"Yes ma'am." He came in, saluting her and then standing infront of waiting for the orders.

"Rakesh, what is this? Without any permission, this people are doing illegal construction in the forest area? Who are this people? Timeline Constructions. Call his owner and schedule my meeting with him. They can't build anything illegally under my supervision."

"Yes. Ma'am. I'll do it."

"You can go now."

Rakesh left her office and she got up from her seat. She couldn't believe people can be so greedy that they feel no Shame in harming mother nature and doing illegal construction. She stood up from her chair, massaging her neck with her palms and walking slowly.

She is Mahrosh Yaman, An Environmental Officer. Strong headed, Soft-spoken and Graceful. Her personality is what attracts people towards her, sometimes it is out of admiration and sometimes out of spite. That's why she has been deported five times in her career of four years. That's what you got for speaking the truth, a transfer letter.