Beauty lived In a quaint village with her parents, desiring to follow in her father's footsteps as a lawyer. Little did she know that her dream would intertwine her fate with a man known as devil in human form. Despite his cunning and manipulative w...
My heart aches as I reflect on the last time I felt this vulnerable. It was the day ammi passed away. Those were the darkest years of my life as I spiraled into a deep depression.
The pain of losing her was unbearable and I turned in to drinking and reckless behavior to numb the emptiness inside. I was blinded by my own grief and didn't realize that my mother had left me in this world all alone.
She was my rock, my confidant, and my best friend. Without her, my world felt incomplete and I was lost. And now, as I watch Maryam lying in the hospital bed with wires attached to her, my heart shattered into million pieces.
I cannot bear the thought of losing her too. She's the only one left who I hold dear and I will stop at nothing to make sure she recovers.
Baba, why do you always take away the people who mean the most to me? My heart aches at the sight of her in pain, and I can't help but think back to the day when ammi left me alone in this cruel world. I feel the same pain, like something important has been snatched from me once again. But this time, I won't let go without a fight.
I stood outside her room, my heart sank at the sight of her lifeless body, attached to wires and machines. I had been so consumed with my worry for her hadn't even noticed her parents arrive. Her mother's eye were puffy and red, her face etched with pain and sadness. As she called out to her daughter, her voice broke with tears.
"She said she would be back, Khalid, But look at our gudiya now", she sobbed, looking towards her husband who stood there like a statue, his face devoid of any emotion. I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger toward the man who had done this to my Maryam.
Haider, came toward me his voice trembling with emotion as he revealed the truth. "Bhai, it was taya abu who sent the assassin to kill Maryam", he said, it wasn't surprising at all.
"And bhai, one more thing, we have him", a smirk crossed my face as I heard that.
"Get ready to pay the price for harming my doll, my sweet heart", I muttered under my breath. But first I have to pay a visit to my dearest father.
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With a heavy heart, I reluctantly entered the house that I despise -- the Mir mansion. This place holds countless memories of my ammi, who is no longer with me. The garden, the tree house, every corner of this mansion reminds me of her. Oh, how I wish she was here with me!
As I stepped inside, I came face to face with my father-- the infamous Junaid Raza Mir, sitting at the bar counter, sipping his drink with a smug expression on his face.
"Welcome Dani", he said with a smirk, a constant reminder that he is my father. But I can't help but think how I wish he wasn't. I would have shown him why people in the mafia call me a monster.
"Why did you do that, Baba?", I couldn't help but ask, walking towards him with a lump in my throat. "Well I already told you, I'm going to kill her", he replied, his voice laced with coldness as he took another swig from the bottle.
"She is innocent, baba. She knows nothing", I shouted, feeling my anger towards him reach its peak. How could he even think of harming someone like her? My Maryam, my love. But my father's words enraged me further.
"She is not innocent. She is the daughter of my wife's killer", he shouted, back throwing the bottle from his hand.
I stood there, looking at him with disbelief and disgust. "I will be happy if she dies today", he said, with a sneer, that's when I lost my control. I pulled out my handgun and pointed at his forehead.
"See, because of some bitch, you are pointing the gun at your own father", he remarked with a bitter smile.
"She is not a bitch baba, she is my love, woh Danish Raza Mir ki mohabbat hai, woh meri mohabbat hai", I shouted, my voice laced with emotion and determination as I kept the gun pointed at him.
"I wish you were also dead", he said, shaking his head with disappointment. And without a second thoughts, I replied, "and I wish you weren't my father", my eyes glaring at him with hatred.
