" Forever is a word reserved for memories not for people "
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Zara's POV
The moment I entered the bathroom I locked the door and tears of frustration started to flow down my eyes. One night that is what it took to ruin everything . One mistake and now I have to hand myself over to the devil .
Only if we were careful enough that night everything would have been alright. I don't know how much time passed but all I did was cry at my fate and curse that night which took everything from us .
The night he killed my mother and captured my sister . All of this just to satisfy their ego,They think they will tame me by marrying me off to them .He thinks that he will win me over by trapping me in a marriage .
"How wrong you are Salaar ,I will never submit to you ,You will curse the day you decided to ruin my life and this is a promise "
I cleaned my face and wore the lehenga he gave me, promising myself that this is not over. I walked outside and found him standing in front of the window talking on his phone . Once he noticed my presence his eyes turned colder, something I thought was impossible and then he ordered whoever it was on the phone.
"Send him in "
A few moments later a Qazi with two young boys and a young girl entered my room . I watched in shock as he set the dupatta _ that was on my shoulder _ on my head and helped me settle on the bed .
I looked at him in disbelief but he ignored me and stalked towards the couch asd if nothing happened . He sat on the couch as if he owned the world and then nodded towards the Qazi .
A shudder went through my body and I felt my throat closing as the Qazi started the process of nikah .
Panic filled my mind and a curtain of tears started to form in front of my eyes and everything started to blur down. I couldn't understand what Qazi sahab was saying nor did I listen to his emotionless voice as my throat started to become more and more closed with every passing moment .All I could see was the dead bodies of my parents as he fired the bullets that were supposed to be his death .
I watched as someone took my hands and made me hold a pen. I looked up in his cold eyes and even in this blurry mess I could see the warning in them 'Sign or lose the last family you are left with' They said while mine begged with desperation to stop all of this .
Finally left with no choice I signed my invitation to hell and black clouded my vision .
Maybe this is the time Allah will reunite me with my parents.Finally I am out of this hell.
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"Daddy "
A six year old girl called while sitting on a swing,trying to move it but was unable to do that . Her cute little feet adorned with a pair of pink shoes dangled in the air .
"Daddyyy "
She huffed not getting the attention she needed .A man in his late twenties was sitting under a tree reading a book .He looked at the girl sitting on the swing dressed in one of her million pink dresses and smiled .
"What is it littleone ?"
He asked knowing very well why she was acting like this .
"This swing is not working "
Her small lips pulled into a pout as she looked at her father with big puppy eyes . Before he could say something another voice roared in the garden making them both stiffen .
"What are you doing ? Get off that swing and wear something appropriate "
A strict manly voice commanded as the girl jumped off the swing scratching her feet in the process but still ran to hide behind her father . She hates the old man who always looks at her with angry eyes and disrespects her and her mother . her father gave her a small smile as he looked at the old grumpy man .
" Bhai jan bachhi hai pehanne den jo pasand hai "
("Brother she is just a kid let her wear what she wants ")
"Tumhen hmare ghar ki rewayaat nahin pata Anwar ?Huamre yahann larkian aise wahiyaat kapre nahin pehnati. Yeh Salaar ki mang hai isse riwayat k hisaab se kapre peahnne chahia "
The little girl who did not even know the meaning of all this realized how bad the old man was and hid her petite frame more behind her father as she occasionally peeked from behind him .
But before she could say something else everythi9ng turned to black .
Endless black .
Scary black.
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Zara's POV
I opened my eyes feeling the sweat covering my back another nightmare with faces I don't know and events I can't remember happening. I shook my head knowing very well I will never be able to solve these mysteries
"Welcome back to the land of living ...Although I must admit watching you suffer in your ...sleep ? I guess ? Was quite fascinating . "
I froze as the voice of my next million nightmares rang in my ears. All the events that happened before I passed out played in my head like a video tape .The way he held my hand and made me sign the marriage certificate as if my life didn't matter only his ambitions does ...
"Now that you are alive again get ready we are leaving for Lahore in an hour " with that he walked out of my room as if he owned it
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