Saisha, a 22-year-old medical student(intern), carries the scars of a traumatic past that made her believe love only inflicts pain.
Shazim, a 31-year-old businessman burdened by a complex history, holds onto revenge instead of love.
However, when...
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"Begin the Nikkah," I heard him say those words. The moulvi started speaking something that I couldn't understand. I was just staring into space, lost in my own thoughts. How did Shazim find out about my father? The secret that I've kept locked in my mind for years. The secret that caused me so much pain mentally, physically, and emotionally. No matter what, I couldn't let this secret come out. He used that secret against me so heartlessly, without even considering how it would shatter me.
If my family discovers the truth, they might hold me responsible for everything. So, I feel compelled to marry Shazim to ensure he keeps my secret hidden. However, if I do marry him, my family will still doubt the me in this situation, and I'll end up being blamed for everything, paying for mistakes I never committed, once again.
The moulvi suddenly asked me, "Kya apko yeh nikkah qabool hai?" (Do you accept the nikkah?)
With tears in my eyes, I looked at Shazim, but there was no mercy in his eyes. I mustered up the courage and replied, "Qabool hai." (I do.)
The moulvi repeated, "Kya apko yeh nikkah qabool hai?" (Do you accept the nikkah?)
"Qabool hai."(I do.) I said again with intensity, staring into Shazim's eyes, hoping to see even a hint of remorse for the situation he had put me in, but there was nothing.
Once more, the moulvi asked, "Kya apko yeh nikkah qabool hai?" (Do you accept the nikkah?)
"For the final time, I uttered, "Qabool hai."(I do.) The weight of those words hung heavy in the air as Shazim's smile widened. He exchanged words with the moulvi, completing the oral part of the Nikkah. Now we just have to sign the papers and I would become his. How could someone be so heartless and cruel to orchestrate such a scheme? What does he truly want from me? My life has been shattered, and I can't even understand what I did to deserve this torment. Why is he compelling me to engage in this vengeful alliance against my will?
He suddenly glanced at me, pointing towards the nikkah nama (marriage certificate) he held in his hands. With a commanding gesture, he motioned for me to sign the papers.
I, filled with a rebellious energy, snatched the documents and pen from his grasp. With a swift motion, I scrawled my signature on the papers and rose to my feet. With a mixture of anger and determination, I flung the papers at his face, where they landed in his lap, alongside the pen I had tossed. Without hesitation, I sprinted up the stairs, knowing it was the only path leading inside the house, while the other one led to the backyard.
As I ascended the stairs, I entered a spacious living room adorned with the same interior as the one on the ground floor. My gaze wandered, taking in the sight of four doors, presumably leading to separate rooms.
Tears cascaded down my face, their presence escaping my notice amidst the chaos. Determined, I mustered the strength to approach the nearest door, but as I took a step forward, a dizzying sensation overwhelmed me. My head spun, a whirlwind of disorientation, and in an instant, darkness enveloped my vision, consuming everything in its grasp.
