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It's been 1 week from that accident salman was away from home from 1 week everybody was worried for him. He was not receiving any one call.
Arman was sitting in his office he was continuously calling him but he was cutting the phone in anger Arman send him voice message.

"Kaminy ek baar phone utha ly nahi choroun ga tujy. Tujy andaza bhi hai sab kitny pareshan hain tery liye" Arman sighed and again continue his work.

Salman who was smoking heard the sound of his mobile . He opened his phone and saw Arman bhai voice message. After listening to his voice message he sighed. He thought something and made decision.

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"Ammi ap thekh toh hai na uno NY apko kuch kaha toh nahi na" Ayesha asked while sobbing.

"Meri nazuk bachi I am fine ayesha" She said she was also crying.

"Ek baat pochoun ayesha" She asked in serious tone.

"Yes ammi" Ayesha said.

"Tumhary shohar aur sasural walon ka  behaviour kaisa hai tumhary sath" She asked.

Ayesha sobbed loudly.

"Ammi s sal Salman toh mujy talak deny waly thy ussi din aur yahan sirf chachi achi hain baki sab mujy gusy sy dekhty mujy dar lagta hai yahan ammi" Ayesha tell her all the things which happened to her. While taking Salman names her heart skip a beat.

"Dekho meri beti Salman tumhara shohar hai woh ab tumhary jisam O jaan ka malik hai allah NY usy tumhary liye Chuna hai ek shohar kabhi apni biwi sy dur nahi rehta joh hona tha hogya apni jagah banao Salman ky dil Mai Meri beti agar woh tumhy talaq dy dy ga toh tumhari maa yeh bardash nhi kar py gi Mai tumhy khush dekhna chahti hon" She said

Ayesha feel helpless she knows how her mother and she was struggling with poverty no relative wants to help them.

"I will try my best ammi please take care of yourself" Ayesha said and after sometimes she cut the call.

She went to washroom amd wore black shalwar kameez which was locking on her perfect body and white colour.

She hesitantly climbed down the stairs. She was scared of her mother in law. She remembered the day after her marriage when she scolded her and was about to throw her from her house but her father in law stopped her saying when Salman we will take the final decision.

She saw all the women were sitting in lounge.

Tara was talking to khatija.

Hadiyah saw ayesha.

"Array ayesha come sit with us" Hadiyah said while smiling softly.

Ayesha flinched and smiled at her nervously.

Khatija looked at her and thought no doubt this girl is pretty and the innocence on her face made her more attractive she have to make her leave her son. Khatija think of her as a gold digger.

"Ruko" Khatija said.

Ayesha looked at her.

"Tumhari itni aukaat nhi ky tum yahan baith sako jis maksad ky liye tumny mery bety sy shadi karny ki hami bhari hai woh pora ho jy ga tumhy kiya lagta tha mera beta tumhy apni biwi maan ly ga array tum jaisi larkiyan bht dekhi hain joh logon ky bistar garam karti hain" Khatija said with disgust.

Ayesha head shot towards her tears started to fall from her eyes Mlshe Nodded in no.

"N nah nahi aisa nahi h hai ap me mery k kirdar par ungli utha rahi hain aunty" She said while wiping her tears.

Khatija was about to say more words to her but they all heard sound of shoes. They all looked at the direction and saw Salman.

"My child" Khatija looked at him with tears in her eyes. Salman was looking pale his eyes have dark circles.


"Mama jaan" He hugged her. Ayesha was looking at him.

"Yeh larki batameezi karny lag gai hai humsy apny apko sach Mai tumhari biwi manny lag gai hai" She said angrily.

Ayesha looked at her with disbelief.

Salman saw her who was wearing black shalwar kameez her Face was red due to crying she was trembling her state was like a child who was lost in the crowd who needs someone to hug her but then each and everything click in his mind how she shamelessly asked that she wants to marry him. He started to hate her for snaching his love.

Ayesha looked in salman eyes which were red with anger. He was clenching his fist due to anger. Ayesha feel scared of him.

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