Forced Marriage
“You?” She had just left the house with the luggage to see Zaroon.
“Here…?” And what were you waiting for?
“Don’t be too much. Tell me. Why did you leave the office?” Mana had said that she knew that he was covering up his mistake by asking such questions. The reason is that they fold both hands in a rude manner. They start asking questions.
“Dude, I didn’t go with hesitation.” It was as if the world was decorated with innocence.
Compared to this, love was reflected in his choice, how quickly, in despair, nothing more was said to him. This week would be very difficult.
Never mind, it’s hard to just get through a day.
He himself is suffering from the mixed state of happiness and sadness.
Finding his mother and family after the rest of prosperity.
Sadness is only so much. The question in front of this beautiful young man cannot be seen for a week.
“What’s up?” Looking a little prettier? Approach him and inquire.
“Monkeys are putting the patients” his jokes. She changed her feelings while reading quickly. After blowing, while getting down from the elevator, she started moving towards the elevator.
He used to bet his life on his charming performances.
While thinking.Jhatak began to hold the handle of the Cresot case.
Patience just continued to exist like a madman.
“Let’s take care of ourselves. I don’t know why my heart is still not satisfied with sending you there.” He held her hand in the waiting room of the airport and said in a worried tone. .
I don’t know why, but Najma’s heart was also very sad.
Sensing an unknown threat, he did not mention it to Zaroon.
Because she knew then Zaroon will not let her go, no matter how much he is stubborn.
“Hey dad. Don’t start again. Say goodbye to me while smiling. So that I can meet you back at the same airport after a week with a smile on my face.” Got it.
“By the way, where is that Mohib?…” Zaroon began to inquire while looking around the room.
“I don’t know. If he doesn’t come, it’s good. I’ll make it more comfortable alone.” Najma said casually.
“Let’s go, Hafiz.” Zaroon said goodbye while smiling.
The heart did not want to leave his hand.
For two or three seconds, he kept standing silently in the eyes of her handsome man.
“What??” The heat of his eyes was forcing Najma to take a nap. She lowered her eyes.
“Nothing. Take care of yourself. Remember that my star is your trust.” His words were expressing the true love of his heart. .
She started nodding her head.
“Good Bye… Take good care of yourself too. And don’t even think of following me to the club. Masar Zaroon will remember. I haven’t gotten my spies off your back yet.” She began to warn.
“Yes, I remember. However, I think both of them are less mine and more like your parents.”
At which she started smiling.
Letting go of his hand slowly. As it remained in Najma’s eyes.
Watching him go, moisture came down in his eyes. It was the first time when she was going away from him.
She kept her hands free on her ears and her eyes fixed on the cell, careless of the world. She was engrossed in her own music. Suddenly, she felt someone sitting on the white sofa beside her. She looked quickly. Raised towards this person.
A very handsome man wearing a black coat and jeans on a white sweater was seen sitting in a dignified manner in front of his eyes.
Najma knew that he was charming the first time she laid eyes on him.
The reason for recognizing her at first sight after so many years was not her beauty, but the cut mark on her straight eyebrow which she had given in her childhood.
That sign reminded her of her victory years ago.
It was a different matter, this victory. It was the cause of his separation from his mother for so many years.
At first sight, Najma saw him. She had heartily admitted that Kumbakht is very handsome.
The heat of his eyes alerted Mohaib, but she was staring at him with adoring eyes.
On which he cast a careless glance at the beautiful girl sitting in front of him. Who was dressed in a white shirt and black jeans. Her thick black tresses completely covered her waist. She was looking at him.
On a milky color. With light pink make-up, she looked no less than a fairy.
“Why hasn’t my coffee arrived yet?” he asked in his arrogant manner, turning to his secretary.
“Sir. Two minutes please.” Najma looked at his secretary. She was very handsome and beautiful and dressed in western clothes. Muhaib’s secretary said in a flexible manner and hurried away from there. Gone from
There was complete silence in the room.
Those two cousins met after ten years, but there was no emotion in their eyes except darkness.
Muhaib was busy talking to someone on a message in his cell.
Unknowingly why his presence was refreshing every old wound.. As if the whole life started playing before the eyes like a movie
“I am Najma, the only granddaughter of a rich and great family like Malik. But my mother and I were never accepted by this family. Because my mother was a dancing woman in the past. Thee.My late dad met her at a party..My mom never wanted to be a dancer..What woman would want that??.She’s an umbrella. She was in search. She told me. How many prayers she used to get out of this swamp. But time and circumstances were against her. Even if she wanted to. Couldn’t get out of this mire for a period. Then one day like some charm happened. He met my dad in a colorful party. My mom was very beautiful. The eyes were not wandering on them. That night they had to bid for the first time. Dad’s heart fell on them. He bought them for one night by placing the highest bid. He belonged to a rich and noble man of the country and a politician. My mother was not dirty. Not at all. She was just forced.. Mom was very scared.. She was forcibly taken to Dad’s farmhouse. As soon as she came to Dad’s room, she threw herself on the side table to save herself. He wanted to hit him on the head with the lump. The dead were quite agile. He not only managed to save himself, but within two or three moments, he pushed the mother to the ground. At that moment. My mother started shouting in the world of helplessness.
(I only dance and sing. I have never let a non-man touch me. Please. For the sake of Allah, leave me. Or get married. “Otherwise I will commit suicide right here. But I will not allow my existence to touch you in a forbidden way”. See, he stood away from them.
Who knew that a man like Abdul Rehman Malik would find a dancing girl so good and pure… that he would be ready to tie her in the holy bond of marriage.
He married my mother on the same night at the farmhouse in the presence of witnesses. Along with the promise to protect her for life.
My dad was a very fearless type of man. The very next day, he took my mother (who was a dancing savage in the eyes of the world) and reached Malik Mansion.
Grandfather was very angry. Grandmother refused to accept their marriage.
Dad was kicked out of the house.
But despite all this, he did not leave his mother’s side. He stood like a rock in front of her and the outside world.
Got a job in a company and started living in a rented house.
His life was very happy.
Then one day the news of my grandfather’s death reached Dad.
Dad took mom to her funeral.
Grandmother said clearly that she will let them come to Malik Mansion, but not my mother.
Dad was in a very forced state at that time. He wanted to attend his father’s funeral.
So, Mom was sent back home with the driver.
Mom was pregnant at that time.
Dad did not come back for a month, nor did any contact.
Mom didn’t have a cell phone.
Mom was very worried. Money was also running out.
Now he started to think that the dead has left him.
She used to sit and cry day and night.
Under great pressure, he dared to go to Malik Mansion.
Grandmother and Grandmother did not let them cross the threshold of Malik Mansion.
My mother started screaming at the door and calling the name of the deceased.
Then the grandmother made a terrible revelation to her, which removed the ground from under my mother’s feet.
That was my dad’s sudden death.
Mom didn’t believe. The doomsday came and passed on her. And she didn’t know about it.
Their umbrella is no more.
He fainted at that moment and fell down.
When she opened her eyes, she was on the bed of a big and beautiful room.
There were pictures of my dead on the walls of this room.. Mom started crying after seeing them.
Where did mom go??? They didn’t have money to even pay the house rent.
He fell at the feet of my grandmother (Ruqia Begum) and begged to live in Malik Mansion.
This old lady felt sorry for her when she got a chance to vent all her anger.
Even in the state of pregnancy, they used to work with my mother like maids.
And that’s the only reason. All the people of Malik Mansion used to treat my mom like a maid.
To which the poor woman did not say anything. She just sat and cried in the night.
Then I was born.
The enmity between me and Mohib started from that day.
He was ten years older than me.
I don’t know why… But Muhaib hated me very much… And so did the rest of the family except Jaza.
“Mohaib” and “Jaza” are the sons of my elder father.
Both are brothers. But the difference between the earth and the sky in temperament.
