Bezubaan Ishq #Wattys2019 #MissionDesi

Prologue~ Year 2020

**Warning:: This book contains a lot of Hindi/Urdu dialogue to create an atmosphere. Don't read if you can't understand them. As of now, I am too lazy to write translations beside them /.\ Sorry

** I doubt it's a Fan-fiction 😂😭

**I AM FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW. It's that feeling I got when I uploaded Sajdah's first chap. I have been planning this book for 11 months now, or I should say delaying, yet I feel like I am not ready😭

I am so scared 😭😭

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DID YOU KNOW, 800,000 women and children are trafficked around the world each year for forced labour and Sexual exploitation AND 225,000 OF THOSE 800,000 COME FROM PAKISTAN AND INDIA???

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"Roohana?"

Over my prayers I could clearly hear badi beghum calling me over and over again. But this was more important. A lot more peaceful.

Everyday, I sit here and pray for Mercy. I have everything a girl could ask for; at least that's what my parents say. There is nothing that I need, but the way it's earned, is wrong. Nothing is right in this house. This family.

I have a husband who loves me but his dominance won't ever let me breath in peace. I have food to eat, but I can taste tears in it. Tears of those who are helpless in front of my husband. I have a roof above my head but I know it's not going to last very long.

Main Toh Bas uss Khuda Se rehem Ki bheek mangti hoon. Yeh log Nahi jaante yeh kya Kar rahe hein. Akhir kab tak masoom Larkiyon Ki zindagi barbad karenge yeh?

"Roohana!"

I opened my eyes, distracted, and sighed. Finishing my prayer, I stood up and unwrapped my dupatta, neatly placing it over my head again.

"Roohana beghum, badi beghum bohot gusse main Hein," Ajmal came running inside my room, panting.

I kept my prayer mat away and looked at him, "kitni baar samjhana parega Ajmal, darwaza knock karte hein."

"Par Woh Toh khula hi tha," he pouted in his defence and I shook my head.

"Ami Kahan hai tumhaari? Unhein kaho salad kaat dein. Main aa rahi hoon," I told him, leaving the topic there, and he nodded at me before running away.

Taking a deep breath, I made my way towards Badi Beghum's room and sighed, seeing her reciting some prayers. First I thought I should not disturb her but, then she looked up at me.

"Main jab gala phad Kar chilla rahi Thi, tab Kahan mari hui thi?" she huffed, stretching her legs out. I knew what I had to do. I went to sit on the floor, near her bed and began pressing her legs.

"Pata Nahi kis manhoos ghardi main Mera beta tujhe yahan laya tha. Jab Se aayi hai, tera bhoot sawar hai uske sir par. Pagal Kar chorha hai mere shehzaade ko!" She taunted me and I gulped, silently taking in her words.

Pata Nahi Mera yahan Reh Jana zyada bura hai ya jo yahan aane Ke baad mere saath hone Wala tha, Woh? Laya Toh mujhe bhi yahan ussi kaam Ke liye Gaya tha; bas Faruq ko unke kaam Se zyada Pasand aa gayi main.

"Ab payr tode Gi kya?" Badi beghum pushed me back harshly, snapping me out of my thoughts. I stared at her confused while she glared at me.