Sarhad - Love From The Other Side Of Border

Chapter 1

As the plane took off, I felt myself free from the chains my father had put all my life. I was finally getting away from him, his constant orders of what a girl should do and not, his constant reminders that I was his daughter and I have to behave well and follow his rules. Not that he was a bad father. He provided all the things a girl could ever wish for. He gave me the education which made me the person who I am now. He loved me. I was his pride. I was just like his son. But then again, I was not his son. I was his daughter. A jewel he cherished. A jewel that would take him to the highest peak of his life if he married him to right suitor. Someone with a strong political background ; someone with the same ideology as his; someone like him.

He was not an ordinary man and we lived in Pakistan. Those were the two things, I was constantly reminded of. Daughter of Zaheer Qureshi should behave well and never get caught in people's eyes. He had reputation to maintain. So, I got to have fun but inside the walls of my home. No staying at friend's home, no roaming around after the dark and live up to every person's expectation. I was sick of it. He was concerned, I take it. But I was living a life of prisoner and I had to escape it.

So, I seized the first chance I got. He declined to let me go. So I cried, locked myself in room, didn't eat for four days and pleaded so much that he finally agreed. Of course, my mother and grandfather played a vital role to convince him. They supported me from the very start and that was the reason, I was flying away. To my dreams and freedom!

Little did I know that this flight to New York would not only take me to my dreams, but to someone I would fall for.

New York changed my life forever!

Not only I breathed life but I found love!

A love that demanded courage to extreme!

A love that gave me strength!

A love that crossed the border and I met the one!