HiS HOOR ( Complete)

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"My parents' marriage was an arranged marriage. Everything was fine for some years. I came into their lives after 4 years of their marriage. Things slowly seemed to change. Father had already started spending more and more time out of house. This continued for 3 years after which father finally decided to reveal the truth.

He had met Aiza's mom after 2 years of my parents' marriage. They fell in love and father married her in months. She got pregnant with Aiza. Father had promised her that he would leave mother but my grandparents weren't letting him. My mother was the bride they chose for him.

Then I was born. My father didn't care much. He had a family with Aiza and her mother already.

When my grandparents died, my father left my mom instantly. He bought us a house in England and sent us there. My mother was already disturbed by my father's continuous rejection but when he sent us to England, she completely lost it.

In the beginning, she would hit me on small mistakes, but as I got older, the punishments became more severe. I wasn't allowed to make friends. I was homeschooled. She drew the first cut on my back when I was about 9." Hoor shivered remembering it precisely.
She had said that she wanted to know more people, make friends and her mother lost it. Her mother said that Hoor was just like her father, wanting more and more. She wasn't enough for both daughter and father.

"With passing time, she got more and more sick. She controlled my life completely. My food was proportioned by her. She would keep me locked in my room, if I disobeyed her. The cuts seemed to be a way of her releasing her frustration.

I tried to ask father for help, but he ignored. He said that she was my mother. I should take care of her. He knew that she wasn't stable, but he made me stay with her.

I tried to keep her happy, but everything angered her. Sometime she took me outside, bought me things, but then she would be angry, hurting me without reason. She said that it was all my fault that father left her.

She said that I looked like my father. She said it with so much hatred as if I was the ugliest thing in the world.

With passing time, nothing changed but the marks on my body increased and the number of good moments lessened. I was 17 when she died of a heart attack.

Father didn't have an option but to take me with him. But Aiza's mom seemed to hate me as well. She couldn't bear my presence at all. Aiza was the same. By then, I thought that maybe, something was wrong with me. Maybe, I wasn't made to be loved.

Some weeks had passed, when father said that he is marrying me. I thought that I was being taken from one prison to another but you, you changed everything." gratitude filled her voice at the last sentence.

Arhaan was frozen hearing what she had to go through. He wanted to kill her mother. He wanted to cut her body into pieces. But she was already dead. Her father was a selfish, heartless bastard. It was proved. Arhaan's eyes were red with controlling his anger.

But then he took some deep breathes, calming himself. He looked at the girl sitting in front of him, still so innocent and pure, even after what she had to go through.

"You are the loveliest person I have ever met." Arhaan said and kissed her palm. "Don't think about the past anymore. You won't have to talk to them ever again." he said sincerely and she nodded.

Hoor wanted to forget her past. There was nothing in it worth remembering. She wanted to start her new life with the person who loved her, her husband. His promises at this moment meant a lot, but his actions were more meaningful. The tenderness in his eyes and the love in his gestures, showed how much she meant to him and it gave her the hope she needed.

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Meri har bat ka mtlb mt poocha kro!

Boht si baten mere jazbaat ki trhan be maani hoti hen

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