From my heart till yours...

Prologue.

Kya ye meri khata thi Jo 
Tumse mohobbat kar baitha mai???
Tumhe rah-e-haq pe lana chaha jo
Apne aap ko hi Kho baitha mai...

(Is it my fault that
I fell in love with you???
When I tried to bring you on the right path
I lost my ...)

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"Please don't do this at least think about our love, about our children." Mr Khan was pleading in front of his wife who wasn't in a mood to listen to anything.

"Just move away. Enough of these ties. I feel confused here and I want my children to live a free life, not a burdened life full of dos and don'ts. You fooled me once I won't get trapped in your lies twice." His wife pushed him away and took her bag.

He pulled her wrist and said, "my love I won't be able to live without you all, please we'll shift to another place in this city, we'll try to adjust with these new changes, at least our children will learn to live a good life." He tried to make her understand.

"A good life? Is this what you call a good life? No parties, no pub, no drinks, no wearing clothes of our choice, no going for shopping or anything on our own? And you are talking about love! Do you love me? You don't oppose your family when they speak foul about my clothes, about me showing my skin, me not wearing that abaya. Is this what you call as love? If you would have loved me then you wouldn't have brought me to Pakistan, you would have remained with me happily at London." she frees her wrist from his grip.

"Listen and listen carefully I like to party, to drink, to wear sleeveless and shorts, to roam around whenever I want, to live a free life. This is how I lived and you can't trap me here and force me to change myself. I don't know how these women in your house live such a burdened life but I can't. I'm going to file a case against you so you won't return to London and trouble us. You live your life happily with your patriarch filthy family. Good luck Mr Khan and be ready to sign the divorce papers." Saying so she left with her bags.

He not only lost his wife but two other precious pieces of his heart.

He was still confused if he did wrong by bringing his wife here, his wife who was engrossed in her foreign lifestyle. Did he do wrong by trying to slowly turn her into a proper Muslimah? He was never harsh with her. Even his family wasn't. They only tried to make her understand by saying, "beta it's not appropriate to roam in such small shorts in our house, people will speak ill about our family reputation. If you want you can wear anything in your room but when you are outside please wear a decent dress." And a few other words like this.

Nobody forced her to do any work. He tried to make her understand the benefit to become a proper Muslimah, to offer salah, to read the Quran. He loved her so much that he wanted her to enter the Jannat with him. He tried very hard with all his love and care but his wife was very adamant. She took offence and filed a case and through the foreign embassy, she's returning to London blocking all his ways to reach her again.

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Jo dil me bhara tune dekhegi us zeher ko...
Bhugtegi mere gam ko meri aah ke keher ko...
Apni khudgarzi ka anjam dekhegi...

(The poison that you've filled in the heart you'll also see it...
You'll also suffer from my sorrow and my torment...
You'll soon see the result of your selfishness...) Song.

Author's Note:
Hello,/ Assalamalaikum my lovely readers...

I'm back with another story...🤗🤗🤗

Well, don't get confused this prologue is necessary for you to understand the story later on...

So this was the prologue and now in the next chapter, the real story starts...

As usual, I don't have an updated schedule. I'll update whenever and wherever possible...