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𝐒𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐢 - (𝟑𝟐 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝) - 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 - (𝟐𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝) - 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝
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𝐒𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐢 - A pure definition of ruthless man specifically belonging to a male dominated society. A rich zamindar of Lucknow The City Of Nawabs . A person who doesn't know how to respect a women.
𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 - A soft and kind hearted girl who wanted to become a pediatric doctor or a kindergarten teacher as she loves to spend time with children. But her grandma says that Girls should get married by the age of twenty and start their own family.
What happens when they are tied in a beautiful bond called nikaah.
Will Manaat be able to survive Arsalan Harshness and abusivines?
Read more to find it out!
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" Manaat mera socks kaha hai? "( Where are my socks?)
"Manaat mera watch? "
( My watch?)
" MAnAaat"
Arsalan shouted from their room.
Manaat ran from kitchen to help him out clearly knowing about him being a short temper.
As soon as she opened their bedroom door,she was welcomed with a messed up room and harsh profanities were thrown at her.
" Beheri ho gayi ho kya, sunayi nhi deta mein tab sey bula raha hu huh, ek toh kaam dhung sey kara karo" He shouted at her.
( Have you become deaf, I'm calling you since so long. Aren't you able to do anything properly)
"Woh mein paratha bana rhi thi, tawa par tha, jal jata jab upar aati toh" She said softly.
( I was making paratha, it was on the pan , if I would have come upstairs it might have got burned.)
Arsalan came forward and gripped her shoulders in a tight grip " Jab bulaya karu ek hi baar mein aa jaya karo , nhi toh uska anzaam toh tumhe pata haina "
( Whenever I call, come at once otherwise you know the consequences.)
" Jee " She said tears dripping down her eyes due to his hard grip. With that he left her with a jerk and due to the unbalanced force she fell backwards on her back. It hit her backbone hard, more tears gathered in her eyes due to pain.
( yes)
" Jao jaldi mera watch nikal kar do" He said with his hands in the pocket. He was a well build man, perfectly trimmed beard with gel set hair. A man of culture, A loyal person and an honest person , that what he was known in the outside world but who knew that inside his house, he was a wife beater.
( Go and give me my watch)
Manaat struggled but somehow stood up and got his watch which was in the second drawer under the messed up files. Pretty sure he must have done that while looking for his watch.
" Ye lijiye apka watch " She handed over his silver color Rolex watch to him.
( Take your watch)
He glared at her and got downstairs , knowing about his habits well she sighned and got downstairs quickly to serve him his breakfast.
After having his breakfast he left for his work. In this 5 months of marriage he never changed.
Hurriedly she did the kitchen work and ran upstairs to their room to clean the mess which will be taking her almost 2 hours. The perfectly fold blanket was thrown on the bed, with a blue wet towel in the middle of the bed.
Pillows located on the floor. His shirts and some of her dresses thrown merciless on couch and some on the floor. Gosh, it seems she had to iron his shirts again.After cleaning the room , she stood up to sit on the bed as soon as she stood a wave of dizziness hit her, black dots appeared and soon she lost her consciousness and fell upon the bed.
Hours passed and it was now 11 PM the time when he returns, well he never had a fixed time of returning. When he opened the main door he was met with darkness.
"Why are this lights off?" "Where is she? " He thought.
Nevertheless , he turned on the light and marched upstairs to their room to check on her. He was surprised to see her lying on the bed in an uncomfortable position. He went towards her and shook her little bit softly" Manaat utho" " Manaat"
"Manaat jaldi utho mere pass itna patience nhi hai" . He was now scared as she wasn't responding he grabbed the jug which was near the bed on the table and sprinkled water on her face. No responseHe called his friend's wife who was a doctor.
The doctor came and checked but what she said it kinda shook him.
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AHL-E - DIL
EspiritualDifferent people, different lives bounded together by thread of fate maybe you can call it destiny. Lazzy Author present you with the series of short stories. Fasten your seat belts tight for a roller coaster ride from the story of Abusive relatio...