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Author's p.o.v
Sehreyar entered into the house hurriedly and found that his grandma is crying and her forehead is bleeding. He lost his control seeing his grandma. He is always sensitive about his sister and grandma.
" Sahu," his grandma cried out loudly seeing Sehreyar.
Sehreyar run towards his grandma and sat beside her. He hugged his grandma and consoled her stroking her hairs.
He ordered the maids angrily," Why are you looking at my face. Give me the first aid box right now. Aren't you seeing that she is bleeding!"
One of the maids obliged him and run to bring the first aid box.
Sehreyar glanced at Meher who is already trembling because of fear. He saw that his s
After three weeksMeher's p.o.vMy days are going as always. At daytime, I went to college, study properly and sometimes talk with Simran and Zoya. And at nighttime, I have to spread my legs in front of him as always. This thing doesn't bother me anymore. I became habituated about this.On the other hand, he is as always giving me cold shoulders. But, he didn't raise his hand on me again. I am grateful to Allah that he didn't beat me again. Those belt slashes hurt a lot.After that incident with his grandma, I heard from the maids that he told his grandma to not meet me again. I also heard that his grandma and fiancee are busy in wedding shopping. I heard that very soon he will marry Sajal Seikh.After hearing the news I again felt pain in my heart but ignored this feeling. I don't know why his fiancee matter always h
Author's p.o.vSehreyar said with his deep voice, "Don't you dare to become pregnant with my child. I will never accept that baby."" Why? The baby will be yours as well. Then, why you can't accept him/her?" Meher asked biting her lips to control the tears.She is looking at him with a hurtful expression. She is very eager to know why he will hate his own child.Sehreyar stood up and replied lighting a cigarette," Because of the baby's mother. I will never let a whore carry my child and give birth."Sehreyar intentionally insulted Meher thinking about Haniya. Adeel did the same thing with Sehreyar's sister. Adeel didn't accept his own child and killed it with his own hands.Meher looked at Sehreyar and found that he is smoking a cigarette and looking a little bit angry thinking about something. She doesn't know why is he angry now.Meher
At HospitalAuthor's p.o.vMeher entered the hospital cabin and found that Asif is half-lying on the bed and a doctor is checking him." Asif," Meher uttered with her cracking voice where tears are soaking her cheeks. These are the tears of happiness. Finally, her one brother is with her. She couldn't believe that her brother is sitting on the bed like a normally. It's been a long time since she saw him like that.Asif looked at the door and found his sister. He said smiling," Meher api(sister)".He also cried out loudly seeing his sister after so many days.Meher run towards her brother and hugged him tightly. She said crying," I missed you, Asif."" I also missed you, api," Asif said hugging Meher tightly.They are hugging each other so tightly like there is no tomorrow. After some moments, the
Sehreyar's p.o.vI came back to my house after leaving Meher alone in that house. She is too much upset and crying.I am now gulping down alcohol non-stop. Maybe this alcohol will give me some peace.I am feeling too much disturbed. Meher's every word is ringing inside my head continuously.When she told me that she is pregnant with my baby I felt an unknown sensation inside my heart. I don't know what was that feeling.I was feeling like to hug her and tell her that I am too much happy that she is pregnant with my child. I was feeling like to kiss her belly where my baby is staying.Then, I remembered Haniya. I remembered how Adeel killed my sister's baby. I remembered how Haniya was mourning for her baby. And now my sister is mentally unstable.I want to do the same with Adeel's sister so that he can understand the pain which I have go
Meher's p.o.vI and Asif saw him entering the house. Asif said clenching his jaw," I am going to ask him why he made my sister's life miserable and tried to kill me."Saying that he is going to leave the balcony when I hold his hand and said," You don't have to talk with him. Just go to your room and rest."" But, Api....." He tried to say when I just glared at him. He didn't say anything further and went to his room angrily. I heard him shut the door with a thud sound.I am now sitting on the bed looking at the window. After some time I understood that the murderer of my baby has entered into the room.He asked me softly," How are you now?"" To your disappointment I am alive," I replied sarcastically.Saying that I looked at him and found that he is looking at me with his soft eyes. I can see the concern in his both eyes.
Author's p.o.vAdeel is sitting on the jail room's floor like a motionless person. He has lost all hopes in his life. His siblings have turned their face from him. His wife Haniya is mentally unstable and his child is already dead.He wanted to die but he couldn't die thinking that committing suicide is a sin. He is just breathing because he can't stop breathing until Allah stop it. But, every day he is now praying for death.A few moments ago, his trial was held and he was sentenced lifetime imprisonment for murdering Amir Al Sadd who was another business tycoon.That man committed suicide and before dying, he wrote in his diary that Adeel is the reason behind his death. The police have found proof that Adeel has provoked Amir to commit suicide which is not true. Adeel used to have enmity with Amir also but he didn't think in his dream that Amir will commit suicide and blame Adeel fo
After three years Meher's p.o.v" Asif, Asish bhaiya and Shruti. where are you all? Breakfast is ready," I yelled loudly from the kitchen.I flipped the last paratha(bread) hurriedly which is still on the stove.Our maid Kamla masi(aunt) is already setting the plate on the table. She is a very helpful and charming woman in her late 40s. She might be a maid but for me, she is a motherly figure.I came back to the dining area with a hotpot which is full of aloo paratha(Indian bread which is stuffed with potato and some spices). I placed it on the table.I am distributing the parathas in everyone's plate when someone pulled my dupatta. I looked below and found our 4-year-old Shruti.She asked me with her baby voice," Fuppo(aunt), where is my chocolate milkshake?"I said patting her smal
Meher's p.o.v" Is this what I have taught you? What kind of design is this?" I heard my mentor is yelling on one of my fellow interns.I don't know why this man is always so angry. He is too rude and rough. There is no sweetness in his voice and words. He humiliates us very badly if we do a single mistake. After Sehreyar Al Seikh I have seen this man too much rude.Oh! Allah! I again compared another man with Sehreyar Al Seikh. I don't know why I always compare every man with Sehreyar Al Seikh. I still can't forget that man.Well, let me introduce you to my grumpy and rude Mentor aka my boss. He is Mr Rehaan Al Qureshi. One of the greatest Architect in the whole of India. He is a 33-year-old rude and grumpy man.I am doing my internship under him. I have studied so hard just to get the chance of doing my internship under him. He is the best i