Shehryaar Shah, a business mogul with a family that prides over their traditions and rich heritage. The man exudes power yet isn't arrogant. The man holds the whole family together but what happens when a young maid, a scared little girl arrives at...
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ہم سے یہ سوچ کر کوئ وعدہ کرو اک وعدے پہ عمریں گزر جائین گی
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Under the curious moon, Minal sat on the cold marble floor of the terrace, eyes looking at the stars, trying to count them while she thought of her the cons and pros of telling him.
Then she started, it had been too long.
"We used to live with Mama our house. It was just us..."
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Once upon a time, a woman was married to man with and tears and she went away with him, leaving her behind her family which only consisted of her mother.
The beautiful woman loved her husband, like every girl did in that time, her husband was her majazi khuda. She obeyed him, bore his abusive behaviour. Before her marriage no body knew that he would become a monster. The few months were happy until the woman got pregnant.
The man was a gambler, he destroyed his everything. With tired eyes, she watched him destroy their lives, their house. But what could she do? Women were dependent on men. How could she leave and go back to her mother? She remembered her mother's words clearly, that women often used to tell their daughters at their marriage, " Ab tum uss ghar sey tabhi wapis ao gi jab tum ney kafan pehna hoga, jaisa wo kahay wesa karna beta." ( You will only come back from that house when you will be wearing your coffin, obey him, child.)
Her mother was old now, how would she bear the responsibility of her and her unborn child? So she bore it, bore it when that man called her child illegitimate, when he slapped her when she told him that she was labour pain, their child was coming.
Maybe the child bore all the pain with her too while still being in the womb, maybe that was why her little daughter didn't even cry once when she was born. The little girl with those glassy eyes stayed quiet, timid, watching as her father hit her mother whenever she asked for money, watching as he threw her down the stairs when ever she couldn't lay in bed with him so soon after the delivery. She watched as her mother begged to go to her old mother's funeral but was locked in the room.
The woman never cried in front of her little girl, not once, even when she came to know that she was pregnant again, merely a month after she delivered. The man had lost all his money, every single penny.
Then one night, one night tore the universe apart. The heavily pregnant woman was sleeping with her daughter after a long day of working at other people's houses when she was woken up by the door opening. It was a man, a man who was totally drunk but it wasn't her husband.
Reality dawned upon her, her husband had rented his heavily pregnant wife to another man, he had made him a ŵhore. She didn't care about anything else, she didn't care about herself or the child in her womb. She only cares about her seven months old daughter who was sleeping calmly beside her. When she felt the man's hand on her neck, she cried tears of blood as she dragged the cover, the old torn piece if blanked over her daughter to protect her.
