Please tell Baba Sai that you have married me, said Miral, looking at Balaj with a tear-stained face. Everyone's eyes were fixed on her. Why are you lying, Miral? When was our marriage? Balaj asked with a hint of surprise in his tone. Miral looked at Balaj anxiously. She did not know what the intentions of the man standing in front of her were, but she knew very well what was going to happen to him. You came to me of your own free will and spent the nights with me. Now I don't know why you are lying? You yourself had said that your father-in-law never agreed to our relationship, that's why you ran away from home and came to me. But now you are resorting to lies without knowing why. Balaj, with his arms crossed over his chest, gave a heart-burning smile on his face. And you used to talk big."didn't you say your daughter isn't like my sister...? This time he turned towards his maternal uncle. You were wrong... Your daughter is worse than my sister; she got married, but your daughter has been living with me without marriage. Now take care of your daughter... because I will never accept this girl. No honorable man will ever accept her either. Balaj said this in a cold tone, looking at Mir Varyam Lashari, and turned to leave, but before leaving..." he looked at Arman, whose face was extremely red. Balaj walked out with a smile that burned the heart.
Silence fell for a moment, which was broken by Mir Varyam Lashari's slap. It landed on Meeral's face, and she stumbled and fell far away. But this slap hurt her very little. Compared to the slap Balaj had given her, its intensity was truly very low. At that very moment, Uncle Saain saw her, gnashing his teeth.
A girl like you should have been killed at birth, who couldn't even care for her parents' honor. Chacha Saien stepped forward, grabbed Miral by the arm, and roared while standing up in anger. That innocent girl, betrayed in love, had lost everything. What could she say now..? To whom could she say anything..? Now the time for punishment was about to begin. Go, lock her in the room, and until I say so, she shouldn't even get a sip of water. Uncle Saim pushed Miral back, and she fell face down on the ground. This time, her head hit the corner of the table badly. And blood started flowing from her forehead, forming a streak on her face. Meeral...? My child...? Fadia Begum writhed and started to move forward. But Meer Varyam Lashari held her wrist and stopped her. Ajwa Phopho dragged her towards the room and pushed her into the room, closing the door.Today, after years, her heart found peace.
A feeling of coldness awoke. And she turned back, while Miral sat there, huddled against the door, knees pulled to her chest, trembling.
I wish you were in my favor...? It didn't happen like that, turning into tears of certainty... You are miles away somewhere... To spend a couple of moments with you... When I wished to laugh... Your love made me cry. My heart doesn't accept this... How can I silence it?
She screamed with deep breaths, her eyes down. She screamed so loudly that her throat became hoarse. Today, her love had made her worthless in a crowded gathering. A severe wave of pain rose in her heart. It felt as if her soul was also hanging on the gallows with her body. She screamed again.
The echo of her screams could be heard outside. All the women had their hands on their mouths, restraining themselves.
This was the second incident in the history of the Lasharis today. One incident had occurred years ago. That was with Mir Varyam Lashari's sister, Ajwa Batool. Today, history repeated itself. The story was the same, but the characters had changed. No, wait... Just recently, another incident also happened. With Arman Lashari... He also did the same thing a year ago.
Now the only difference was that he had hurt Minha by marrying her; here, his sister was buried alive without marriage. Now, punishment was due, wasn't it?! He reached home driving rashly. Hammers were pounding terribly on his heart and mind. As if he wanted to run away from all this. Brother...?
Suddenly, hearing a call, he stopped. His steps halted, and not just him, even his heart stopped. "Come here..." She was calling him herself. Balaj couldn't believe his ears. After a whole year, she was calling him today. She was taking his name.
He turned his face and went to her. Tears were in Minha's eyes, and shadows of sorrow were on her face. What award should I give you? I can't understand... You have accomplished such a feat that even Satan's thoughts couldn't reach there,
The words she was using to praise him...? He knew it wasn't praise... Minha..? He moved forward to hold her hand. Don't touch us... She strictly warned him by raising a finger. What did you get by doing all this...? Tell me."
She sobbed. Just tell me this much. Did Miral really stay with you for a month without any relation? Balaj's lips pressed together at her question. Is she really of bad character...? Without a legitimate relationship with you, she spent days and nights with you at your farmhouse.....? Minha...? He looked at him, pursing his lips. Brother, we only want to hear the truth. How did you call her bad character in front of everyone? If she was with you for a month, then surely your consent was also involved in it. Then you are also characterless, aren't you...? Why does this stain only come to a woman's share? She was writhing. She was sobbing. It came to your share too, didn't it...? You didn't endure it. He said with anguish.
Don't associate us with all this... You cannot justify yourself by saying all this... Today you have slandered the character of a virtuous girl. Because we know. Miral doesn't lie.
Minha's words threw Balaj from the sky to the ground. It felt as if his sister had slapped him without even raising a hand. "You did very wrong, brother... Whatever Armaan did to us, he did within the four walls. And you...?" You tarnished your own honor in a public gathering.
How...? That girl whom you kept in your arms, kept close to your heart day and night. Today, separating her, hurting her, didn't your heart ache? Has the lump of blood in this chest become insensitive? Minha placed her finger on the spot of his heart.
Indeed, that lump of blood was not in its place,
in the pursuit of revenge, he lost that part of himself. Tell me, brother, you did wrong, didn't you? How did your heart agree? She was innocent. She truly loved you. In that love, she did everything. She ran away from home. And you... with her...?
I am ashamed to call you my brother. I haven't done anything wrong... What they sowed, they will reap... The matter feels enjoyable only as long as it concerns someone else's honor. But when it comes to one's own honor, then one realizes the pain they inflict on others. Meer Varyam Lashari, who a year ago, in his pride and arrogance, defamed my sister with his son... scattered the shreds of honor...? Threw her out of the house. Did she forget all that...? But I haven't forgotten. A storm had erupted in this heart. How could he let go until he took revenge...? Are you at peace? That one question shook him. "Yes... I am," he said in a harsh tone, without listening to his heart. Then, once again, open the Holy Quran and read it. In it, Allah Almighty has stated what He has commanded regarding falsely accusing any woman.
Your peace will be ruined. She left saying that. While Mir Balaj Lashari's existence was under the grip of earthquakes. Surah An-Nur, Verse 23, in which Allah Almighty says: Indeed, those who accuse chaste, unaware believing women are cursed in this world and the Hereafter, and for them is a great torment. Arman was in his room. He kept himself away from all this."
Miral Lashari... Her sister had left home a month ago. She was searched for extensively, but she wasn't found, and then everyone read Fatiha for her. And today, a month later, she stood before them with Balaj Lashari. When Armaan Lashari's engagement ceremony was taking place, the house was filled with guests. And that's when she returned... with Balaj...and claimed... that she is married to Balaj? Ah... Armaan picked up the small glass table and threw it far away. It shattered. That person denied the marriage. And the way his sister was looking at her. A year ago, Minha had looked at him with the same eyes.
He had turned to stone. In front of all the family members,he was humiliated and thrown out of the house. Today, his brother had taken his revenge with interest. He screamed... He screamed a lot again, but no one came there. Today, both siblings were ruined in such a way that there was no one to support them, and they were not even in a position to support each other.
Day turned into night, night turned into morning, and now it was daytime. There was a mournful atmosphere in Lashari Haveli, as if someone had died somewhere. "Oh, you wretched girl! Hurry up and apply oil on my head. I also need to bathe." Ajwa Batool scolded the maid, and she quickly and timidly started working.While there was nothing but happiness on Ajwa's face. Nadia Begum just clenched her teeth looking at her. One problem had already occurred, but it was Ajwa who was fueling it. She got up and headed towards her room when Fadia Begum signaled Kinza from afar to go to Miral's room so that she could see her. She comforted Tai Jaan with her eyes and got up from there very quietly so that Ajwa Batool wouldn't know.
Otherwise, that woman would have caused a storm. The door opened slowly. But she was still sitting on the ground with her head in her knees. Kinza went and sat next to her. What had become of her in just one day..? Adi... Kinza called out to her in a voice choked with tears as she sat beside her. But she did not stir at all in his presence.Kinza tried to hold her hand, and it felt as if she had put her hand into a furnace; Miral Lashari was incredibly hot. Kinza felt her forehead and realized she was burning with a very high fever, but she didn't budge from her place.
Adi, please get up, you have a very high fever," Kinza tried to help her up, but she remained seated, staring blankly at some undesirable point without blinking. "Adi...?"
Now, crying, she clung to his chest, so Miral took a deep breath. Kinza, seeing support from him, lifted her and brought her to the bed. Seeing her scattered state, Kinza's heart was weeping tears of blood. Girls are always suffering.
This is still happening. Men were killed and revenge was taken from women. Sometimes through Vani (a custom where a woman is given in marriage to settle a dispute or blood feud) and sometimes by deceiving and putting them to bed. Kinza, sobbing intensely, brought the first aid box, cleaned the wound on his forehead, and applied a bandage.
Get out of here.. Kinzi.. Otherwise.. these cruel people will punish you too because of me. She said, 'So what... for Kinzi... for her sympathy. I don't care. Adi... Please... take care of yourself... I'll bring you something to eat.'
'No, Kinza... Don't put yourself in trouble because of me.'"
Let me bear the punishment for what I've done. What is your fault, Adi? My fault... is my love... Kinza...
...which I bestowed upon a heartless person. I sacrificed my love for such a person who left me disgraced in everyone's eyes. She was laughing while crying.
I... I stayed in his arms for a month. He included me in his life. Made me a part of his being. And with such ease, he denied our relationship in front of everyone... he stained me. Am I a bad character? She was asking Kinza, crying like innocent children.
No, sister... You are my best sister. You are virtuous. See, how Allah will punish these cruel men for their deeds.
All this is happening because of Arman Lashari. He treated Minha sister so badly, and in return...? Revenge? Oh...? He leaned against the bed crown..."
This wasn't revenge... it was the murder of love. The story of love began with Layla Majnun... do you know when it was ruined...? It was due to Sahiba's disloyalty... She broke the arrows. To save her brothers... Or perhaps to save Mirza... But she turned out to be faithless."
didn't she? This chain of disloyalty started then. Where have true loves remained? Everyone turned out to be selfish. Today, to prove himself right, Balaj pushed me down.
Her voice had become quite faint, as if she was tired and worn out. She hadn't eaten anything since yesterday, not even a sip of water, which made her throat hoarse. Kinza immediately went out and carefully brought a jug of water and a glass with her.
She also told the maid to bring food and also that Ajwa Batool should not know about this at all. Sister drank this water. She was forcibly making her drink water. She took two sips and left it. Who knows how long this imprisonment would be... She sobbed.
If Baba Saai and Uncle Saai had their way, they would have killed me... Then why did they show so much mercy? Why am I kept alive? She asked Kinza, for which Kinza currently had no answer. Taking food from the maid, she forcibly fed Meeral.
Miral ate a little and left it. Kinza gave her medicine and quietly came out. Now, she was slowly getting lost in the valleys of sleep. I cannot marry you, Miral, go back... No... I love you...Balaj. Don't send me back like this. She was clinging to his chest when Balaj gently pushed her away from himself. Don't you know... about our family enmity? What didn't happen a year ago... Armaan did something to Minha. He turned out to be disloyal towards my sister.
You are also from the same family, aren't you? You too will betray... When the time comes to support... you will abandon me. I can love you... but how can I trust you...? I will give my life, Balaj... but I swear to God, I will not betray. And then that marriage happened. Miral left her own people. In Balaj's love, she forgot everything. And she accepted Balaj. Balaj took her to his farmhouse. Where they began their beautiful life. In each other's arms.
You don't know, Miral... what are you to me...? Breaking and scattering in his arms, she still remembered his soft, wet whispers today. She kept melting day and night due to his immense intensity. Being a wife, she kept him happy in every way. For his sake, she broke ties with the whole world. All day long, she was in that farmhouse...
At night, she spent time in Balaj's arms. And how quickly that time passed, she didn't even realize. Miral turned over and lay straight, staring at the room's ceiling. "Today I have a surprise for you." Balaj's words, they are still in her ears.
"Come with me," he said, and he seated her in the car, dressed in a party dress, and brought her to his mansion. "Balaj...?" "You... why have you brought me here?" She panicked. "My dear, how long will you stay alone like this...? Sometimes you do need your own people. And besides, there's a happy occasion at your mansion. Surely, if you apologize, everyone will forgive you. No, no one will forgive a mistake like this. Why have you brought me here? Let's go back, or else..."
Baba Saien will kill both you and me."
She was terribly scared. "Why are you so afraid when I am here? Come... Today, I will also deal with your Baba Saien." He held her hand and entered the Haveli, crossing its threshold.
After more than a month, today they all froze upon seeing Meeral. Arman was about to put the engagement ring on Kinza, and Balaj didn't have a better opportunity than this. To take his revenge. What happened...? Mir waryam Lashari. In your eyes...
In your eyes... This uncertainty doesn't look good. By the way, after about a month and a half... How does it feel to see your daughter in front of you..? Yes... I must tell you this... During all this time. Your daughter is in my arms. Balaj Lashari...? He shouted. Keep your voice down, tearing your throat won't change the reality.
Miral turned her face and looked at Balaj, wondering what words he was using for her. But he proved that she was just a pawn for Balaj. A pawn to bring down Varyam Lashari. A pawn to teach Armaan a lesson. Your daughter is worse than my sister; She did marry, but your daughter has been living with me without marriage. Now take care of your daughter... because I will never accept this girl. Would any honorable man accept her without marriage? Tears flowed and we're absorbed into the pillow."
Suddenly, sleep overcame her. She fell asleep or fainted, it was hard to tell. But she was no longer in her senses. She had been continuously punching the punching bag for over two hours. Her entire body was drenched.
Sweat from his heavy, prominent muscles was soaking into the carpet. But he wouldn't stop. Again and again, those two glassy eyes met his. Those two eyes, wounded and uncertain, full of complaint... He was still throwing punches, breathing deeply, his hands injured.
But he wouldn't stop. The door opened and Minha entered. Stop it... Brother... Stop it. Doing all this will not complete your punishment. Suddenly, Balaj stopped the punching bag. He had been locked in his room for the past two weeks. And he was taking out all his anger and frustration on that punching bag.
What he had done, he should have felt peace, but why wasn't he getting peace..? He was unable to understand. Why have you come here..? He turned his face away. To awaken your conscience... She was also his sister, talking in his style, she forced him to clench his lips. For God's sake , brother, now understand... It's not too late. Go and accept Miral. She said, holding his hand, "Never." I can't even bear to look at any member of this family, let alone have a relationship with them...! He is still that cruel person today.
Brother... Then you will lose everything... Minha said, placing her hand on her heart, in agony. Balaj couldn't understand her words. These people have ruined Miral in these fifteen days.
She is enduring every punishment, but now they have crossed all limits. They will kill her. At Minha's words, it was as if someone shot an arrow into Balaj's heart for a moment. But the next moment, he became stone-hearted again. "She is their daughter, they can treat her however they please," he said, averting his gaze. "So, you have no connection with her...?" Minha's words tore Balaj's heart. No... a one-word answer came. And with her child...? At Minha's next question, the ground slipped from under Balaj's feet. His breath caught. It was as if someone had brutally stabbed a knife into his chest. Child...? He repeated to himself under his breath."
he felt himself caught in a storm. Yes... child... She is pregnant. And she has been ordered to kill this child. And if she doesn't obey the words of these cruel people... then they will poison both the child and the mother to death. But... don't worry... you have no connection to this, nor to this child...
Whose dirty blood is it, what do we have to do with it?? Minha...? He roared. And his roar was so loud that the doors and walls of the mansion shook. While a smile touched Minha's face. Thank God, that person's conscience awakened.
Otherwise... God knows what would have happened...? Kinza was silently taking care of Meeral. In this one week, no one even inquired about her. Whether she is near or has died, no decision has been taken for her yet. Whereas Ajwa Batool kept provoking Mir Waryam Lashari. Just as they didn't delay in punishing her, why are they delaying in punishing their daughter? But they were completely silent. Their daughter had made them bow their heads in shame, yet it was true that they couldn't make any decision.
Seeing her condition, Kinza very quietly did a pregnancy test at her home. Which came back positive. "Miral, dear... you are pregnant." Miral's breath was catching. She placed her hand on Kinza's lips, taking deep breaths. "Don't tell anyone... otherwise...these cruel people will kill my child too. She was very sad, in pain, in distress. And here, everyone had become enemies. How could this matter remain hidden? They hide it, but this news reached Ajwa Batool through a maid.
And she, fuming, reached Miral's room. And dragged her out of the room by her hair, bringing her to the courtyard. All her arms were bruised. 'Bad character woman... It would have been better if a disreputable daughter like you had died forever.'
She slapped her face hard. Miral's lower lip split. Have you gone mad...? You...?
She stayed out for more than a month... in someone else's arms... rather, with God knows how many, she was defiling herself. Ask her... who is the father of this illegitimate child? The one growing in her womb...? Ajwa batool was flaring up. So much so that she even forgot to breathe.
A commotion had erupted inside the mansion at that time. Upon hearing Ajwa Batool's words, Fadia Begum's breath also hitched in her chest. Turning, she looked at her daughter, and seeing her distressed state, she couldn't hold back her tears. Meeral...? Is this true? Are you going to be a mother...? She asked her with trembling lips. She cast a fleeting glance at her mother.
"To a daughter... to a sister... whatever punishment you want to give, give it. But... if anything happens to my child, remember this. I will set this entire mansion on fire." Miral, taking a deep breath, emphasized each word fearlessly.
Taking a deep breath, emphasizing each word, she said in a fearless manner, "she have made her speechless." She should be sentenced to death. Whose dirty blood... did she bring into this mansion... ? She raised her hand against Miral again. But this time Miral grabbed her wrist with anger. And suddenly,she let go with a jerk. I am also pure and this blood flowing inside me is also pure. I am not able to prove it yet. But the time will come. My God will prove it. But now if you raise your hand on me. Then I must tell you this. If you are the daughter of this house. Then the blood of the lasharies runs in my veins.
At one point, Ajwa was also confused by Miral's domineering style. "Kinza take Miral inside." Kinza immediately supported her and took her inside. Stay away from my daughter... Ajwa... Don't take revenge on my daughter for your punishments. Leave her alone... Fadia said to Ajwa while gritting her teeth, and she took a deep breath and she started thinking about something else.
Some days passed in great silence. And then Kinza overheard all of Ajwa Phopho's (aunt's) conversations. She was going to inject Mirajl with poison so that both mother and son would die. In such a situation, Kinza didn't understand how she could save Miral."
She called Minha and told her everything, asking her to save Miral. Hearing all this, Minha immediately went to Balaj. She didn't know whether she had managed to awaken Balaj's conscience or not... She didn't know .
But she had good hope from Allah. And Allah has said, "I am as My servant thinks of Me. If he thinks good of Me, he will get good, and if he thinks bad of Me, he will get bad." (Sahih Bukhari, Sahih Muslim)
Miral sister please ran away .Armaan is not here either... Otherwise, he would have saved you. Please you will have to save yourself from here...? Kinza I will never forget this kindness of yours.All of them have not been good to you either by getting you engaged to Arman brother. Leave it sister , I know . This is all a drama.
Armaan only belongs to Minha sister. And they will remain hers. I never desired to be with them.
You leave all these talks and go. She was pushing him towards the door. While she also held good money and a bag containing necessary things. If they found out you made me run away, then they will... Miryal was worried about Kinza. Please... Adi... Don't worry about me. Right now, saving this child's life is necessary. If anything happens to him, we will never forgive ourselves. Just don't lose courage, even if you stumble and fall.
you have to pick yourself up again. You have to stand up. Just remember this: you have to save this child... bring them into this world. And prove that this child is legitimate. This child's father is Balaj. Kinza embraced her, giving her courage, and sent her out from the back door of the mansion. In God's protection. She had already sent Miraal away from there. And upon returning, she placed the pillows together on her bed and put a blanket over them. Taking a deep breath, she wiped her tears and left the room. The door opened slowly. And a cunning maid, who was the closest maid to the Ajwa batool and her confidante, came to Miral at that moment, carrying an injection full of poison, who was sleeping with a blanket over her face. This maid started sweating. But she had to do this work in any case, otherwise, Ajwa Batool would have flayed him.
He slowly removed the blanket and searched for the arm. "Where is this arm? These are pillows..?" She was confused. "If Miral was there, her arm would be found, right..?" When he removed the blanket, seeing the pillows neatly arranged, she quickly recoiled.
And, greatly flustered, she ran towards Ajwa Batool's room. And she started telling them everything. In a short while, this news spread like wildfire throughout the mansion: Miral had run away from the mansion. Mir Varyam Lashari and Arbaz Lashari's minds were completely bewildered. Ajwa made such a commotion that even at midnight.
Mir Varyam Laashari sent his men to search for Miral. Miral was running with her bag on her shoulder. She just had to get out of there somehow. Wiping her tears, she looked back once.She had reached the bus stand.
Sitting in the bus, she had covered her face well. She looked around and saw only a few people in the bus. Miral's heart was terribly anxious. This bus stand was at some distance from the mansion. And she was afraid that she would be found there first.
She was looking out the window, worried. She saw some thugs searching different buses. Miral's breath dried up. She got off the bus. And she quietly slipped away from there.
"There she is... she's running... Catch her...?" A man saw her. So Miral ran very fast from there. Her bag dropped from her hand, but she didn't let go of the dagger she held in her hand. She kept running. While those four men, who were thugs sent by her father, were running behind her with full force.
Among those four, there was also a man from Ajwa who was ordered to kill Miral. He threw a knife towards Miral from there. Before it could touch her, someone took her into their embrace and moved her aside. Miral's heart pounded.
She felt herself lifted into the air above the ground. And then a strong embrace around him. All this happened so suddenly that Miral or those men couldn't understand. Miral lifted her eyelids and looked at the person who had come as her savior. It was none other than Balaj Lashari. Whose blue eyes were burning red like embers at that moment. "Kill her!" one man said."
Balaj instantly pulled the dagger from Miral's hand and struck the person who had thrown the knife at Miral directly in the heart. He collapsed right there. Balaj pushed Miral aside and also left the remaining three half-dead. And the four of them were lying unconscious on a deserted road in the middle of the night, perhaps counting their last breaths. Balaj turned and looked at Miral once. Her eyes were devoid of any expression. He slowly walked towards her.
Miral stood completely silent, watching him with flowing tears. And the very next moment, a loud slap landed on his cheek. But Balaj stood as if it made no difference to him. Miral delivered another loud slap, and then repeatedly hit him.
Balaj's guards stood far away, watching him get beaten. But they were not allowed
to come there. Because Balaj himself was getting beaten by his own will. Miral's hands started hurting and she gasped .
Balaj stop the attack there by placing his hand on it. Now Mir Waryam Lashari had sent more of his men to kill Miral. She was standing with her hands on her chest. Blood was continuously flowing from Balaj's hand. Miral, frightened, tightly gripped the shirt at Balaj's chest with her fists.
The very next moment, Balaj pulled that person's hand, pushed him away, threw the knife on the ground, and now taking out a gun from his pocket, he aimed straight at that person's heart. With the sound of the bullet, Miral clung even tighter to his chest, screaming. His body wasn't hit, but she had seen it.
For a month, he showered her with his soft, warm intensity and love. But at that time, he had become a cruel, merciless man. Miral worried about herself. She had made his face red with slaps. Even the corner of his lip had split. But that person didn't even utter a sound.
All the other men of Mir Varyam had been directly sent to their death by Balaj's guards. Miral stepped back in fear from him. She was also in danger from the person standing in front of her. She had to save herself from this person too. She started running away from him, but her feet didn't support her. She was trembling. Her whole body was shaking, not allowing her to put weight on her feet. She was about to fall to the ground on her knees when Balaj put his arm around her waist and held her close to his chest like a precious possession.
miral took a deep breath and looked at that unfaithful tyrant. "Your daughter is worse than my sister; she at least had a marriage, but your daughter has been living with me without marriage. Now take care of your daughter... because I will never accept this girl.
No honorable man, including me, will ever accept her. These were the final words that pierced Miral's soul. She was writhing, the echo of those words still resounding in her ears. And in the very next moment, she lost her senses. Balaj took her in his arms and turned towards the car. His guards knew what to do with those unconscious and helpless men. His car had already left, kicking up dust. At that moment, she was pacing in the lounge. She was constantly worried about Miral.
She wondered... "Will brother have gone there or not...?" "What if something happened to Miral...?" Minha couldn't think beyond this. Picking up her mobile, she started calling Balaj when she saw a short glimpse of today's event on the scrolling screen. Minha opened that clip, it was a snippet of his song. Which was held today in Dubai.
Where today he was spreading the glory of his voice. He was creating magic by embedding voice in everyone's hearts. On the other hand, his sisters was in a struggle between life and death. And he was indifferent and engrossed in his life...? Minha was very angry. Checked the messages. So he was online. Minha called this man a year later. Not for himself... For his sister... Whom he had forgotten.
The call was answered on the third ring. Silence turned into languages on both sides. Minha...? When Armaan's voice rang in her ears, she pressed her lips together, restraining herself from saying anything harsh. Minha...? What happened...? Are you okay...? Suddenly he was worried about her. The person who had pushed her out of the house. That she was having affair with someone else... That person is worried about Minha.
Don't worry about us. Mir Arman Lashari... Save your sister... Come out from the colorfulness of your life and take news of your sister. She lowered her voice but could not stop her tone from becoming bitter. What does it mean...? A bruise appeared on Armaan's forehead you will understand all the meanings. Please save your sister from the cruel people of your own family, otherwise the time is not far away, you will have nothing left in your hands except regret
. She said emphasizing each word and the call was cut off. While Armaan stood still and motionless holding a mobile in his hand, after so much time, Minha contacted him... What if it was just to inform about his sister? Is there any problems at home? Armaan's heart started to feel something. He immediately called at home. The call was going out but no one was receiving his call. When he called on miral's number, that number started to be disconnected.
And now he was extremely worried and booked the first flight to Pakistan. He brought her straight to the farmhouse. The same farmhouse where they had spent days and nights in each other's arms during those days. He gently laid her on the bed and stepped back. He kept looking at her, lost in thought, from head to toe.
The same oppression that her own people inflicted upon her sister, he was now avenging upon this delicate girl, and this delicate girl also became a victim of oppression by her own family. Just as Balaj's own sister was hurt by those people, Balaj squeezed his eyes shut tightly.
He couldn't believe anyone could be so cruel. How could someone try to kill their own daughter? He had taken care of his sister, Minha... So, couldn't he take care of his own daughter?
This one question filled Balaj with sparks. Carefully, he put the comforter over her and went to the bathroom himself, tearing off the buttons of his shirt and throwing the shirt away. His heavy and prominent muscles had become even more prominent at that moment.
Intense anger was building inside him. When he saw his face in the mirror, he became angry at himself, wondering how he could be so insensitive as to hurt the girl he held in his arms, the girl who considered him her everything, and then He gave her and their relationship an illegitimate status with his own mouth, throwing mud on her character. Balaj punched the man standing in front with such force that his already injured hand got further injured. But there was so much pain inside him that the pain in his body didn't bother him. He took a deep breath, opened the shower and closed his eyes tightly.
She was pregnant. She was about to become the mother of his child, and those cruel people tried to kill that child. He suddenly opened his eyes. "I will not spare anyone. I will kill every person who approached Miral."
I will kill him. He madly punched the wall. He is utterly shameless... You people couldn't find one girl, where did she disappear all of a sudden? I want Miral back in this mansion.
Go find her from anywhere and bring her back. She has to be back tonight. Mir Varyam Lashari was roaring at his men in a state of extreme anger and fury at that time, those who had returned empty-handed, and the men who had gone before them hadn't returned at all. Upon hearing his roar, everyone came out from there. Mir Varyam Lashari moved inside. I saw that Ajwa Batool had created a storm of ill-manners. I had told you to treat it, didn't I? She ran away, didn't she? The respect that was left was also ruined by Your daughter ....
For your sister's matter, you made very strict decisions, but now for your daughter's matter, what has happened to you (why are you silent/helpless)? When Ajwa Batool tried to provoke Waryam Shari, Fadia Begum looked at her angrily. There's no need to spoil my mood; I will handle my daughter myself, you don't need to interfere."She flared up at this.
Yes, the truth is always bitter, but now you will see what new troubles your daughter will bring after running away from home. First, she returned home pregnant with who knows whose sin, and now...? Be quiet! Beware, if you say one wrong word about my daughter again, I will break your face.
Mir Varyam Lashari, in a state of extreme anger at that moment, advanced towards Ajwa, who, startled, immediately stepped back. At this sudden change, she was utterly astonished. Where everyone had turned against her daughter to the point of imprisoning her, and where today, standing up for his daughter's rights, he was insulting Ajwa batool. And Ajwa was watching him in surprise. As soon as he regained consciousness, he found himself on a soft, warm bed. He slowly opened his eyes. Then he looked at the chandelier on the ceiling and stopped.
Please. Balaj , Stop now... I'm a bit tired," she said, burying her head in his chest and breathing deeply. "But I'm not satisfied yet," he said in a languid tone, which once again made her lose her senses. She looked around at the bed, where her nights and days had passed in Balaj's arms, suddenly the bed felt like thorns to her. Clutching the bedsheet in her fist, she quickly got up, gathering all the sheets.
And she completely messed up the entire bed. Hearing her screams, Balaj, who was standing in the gallery, was on the phone, informing Minha about Miral's well-being.
As soon as he hung up the call, he rushed inside. She had already messed up the entire room. And now, she was crying loudly with sobs. Seeing her mourning state, Balaj felt his heart constrict. He immediately stepped forward, held her, and turned her towards him. Seeing Balaj, she became even more afraid. "Go away... from me... Don't... don't touch me..." she screamed, freeing herself from him. "I said, go away!" She screamed so loudly that her throat became hoarse. "Quiet... completely quiet now, don't make a sound."
he growled at her in extreme anger. Get away from me, otherwise, I will do something to myself. Balaj Lashari... Today she was not afraid of him at all. She stood looking into his eyes with an extremely fearless demeanor. And seeing this demeanor of hers, Balaj stood still and stepped back. In the condition she was in, she had to step back. She started cleaning her body where Balaj had touched her. At this action of hers, Balaj's mind instantly became heated.
And he pulled her back and embraced her to his chest, saying how and from where will you clean my touch? I have absorbed every part of your body into the depths of my soul. So why this drama now? Get away! She forcefully pushed him against her chest. That touch... it was my husband's. My husband's... of a legitimate relationship.which is now over. If you touch me now, I will set myself on fire. Do you understand? She shrieked in a delirious manner. Balaj stepped forward and took her trembling pink lips into his grasp. She writhed like a fish out of water. He brought her life to her palm, he stepped back .
Now if you try to erase any touch I've given you, Miral Balaj Lashari... I swear, I will enter your soul right then, regardless of your condition. He warned her with boldness and anger and left her with a jerk. Her pink lips were spilling red at that moment. But she trembled at his threat. He was very stubborn. Miral knew. He always did what he said. "I have to leave from here... I don't want to stay in this room... I'm suffocating... I will die."
She grabbed her throat and pressed down, crying out. So he grabbed her wrist and took her to another room. That room was also a place filled with their memories.
There was no part of the farmhouse that wasn't a witness to their love. Exhausted, she collapsed onto a sofa. She didn't have the courage anymore. she closed her eyes. He approached her with a glass of water. "Drink water," he urged. At his call, Meeral opened her eyes slightly and looked at him. She wanted to throw the glass far away, but at that moment, she truly needed water.
She hadn't eaten anything for a long time. Placing the glass of water on the table, she saw countless varieties of food in front of her and froze. He had already left the upper room.
Meaning... he wanted Miral to eat until she was full. And why did he want that? Miral knew very well. He, like other men, was concerned about his offspring, and in this concern he had brought her here.
If she had not been pregnant, that person would surely have left her to die. She closed her eyes in agony. Meaning, in every era, a woman have no value.She moved a little forward and put a handful of rice from the plate into her mouth. She only wanted to eat as much as her child needed. She no longer wanted to have any relation of eating and drinking with that person. She was eating his morsels.
She whose character was stained... Suddenly, his heart and mind were filled with sorrow and anger again.
And she threw the plate back. Mustering courage, she got up and opened the door and went out. Stumbling, she reached the stairs. As she was about to fall down the stairs due to dizziness, Balaj immediately stepped forward and caught her.
Miral...? It felt as if his heart had come out... Are you... alright? He embraced her.
"You are the biggest mistake of my life... Balaj Lashari." Now she was slowly burning him with her words. "I wish... death had come to Miral Lashari before loving you? Shh... Beware... if you ever say anything like that again..."I will pull the words from your throat. He growled, cutting her off. So she smiled bitterly. 'You are doing all this for the sake of your children, aren't you?' Her words stopped Balaaj in his tracks. 'Believe me, I will die, but I will not give you my child. Do whatever you want.'"She was breaking Balaj's heart with her firm tone. But she was right. Whatever Balaj did to her, perhaps he deserved even worse. He brought her back to the room and made her sit in his lap. Miral kept looking at his audacity. When he offered her a spoon of rice towards her, Miral turned her face away and tried to get down from his lap, but Balaj's grip was extremely tight. He tried to feed her rice again. Then she put her head on his chest and cried bitterly. Balaj stroked her back and let her cry. Perhaps her heart would lighten. "Why did this happen to me...? Balaj Lashari...?"
"You left me neither among the living nor among the dead...?"
"Believe me, Miral died that day. The day you slandered my character. Miral died that day.
I sacrificed everything for you, and you...? In front of everyone, you proved me of bad character...?"
"Miral...? He was restless. No... Listen, Balaj... Listen completely..." she said, sobbing. "My paternal aunt says . Who knows with whom she disgraced herself and brought an illegitimate child in her womb. Did I sleep with others besides you...? Miral, please shut up...! Whoever said whatever. Everyone will have to account, so you give an account first.
My honor has been tarnished by you. I will punish myself. I have decided my punishment... But I cannot give it yet... Until I am sure... that after I am gone, you and our child will be safe. Until then, I cannot give the punishment... Hearing his words, Miral's hands reached for his collar."
Where was he talking about going...? Miral looked at him with empty eyes.
Eat food, Miral... This child is more yours than mine. You ran away from there for his protection, right...? Just for his sake, bear with me for some time.
I promise there will be no more complaints. He said with pain and anguish as a spoon of rice was extended towards him.
Which Mirale now, shedding tears, put into her mouth.
Where is Mirale...? Tell me, Baba Saeen. Where is my sister Mirale? I searched everywhere but couldn't find any trace of Miral. Mir Varyam Lashari themselves bowed down."
Unknowingly, he had caused his daughter a lot of pain. And the secret that Miral was married to Balaj was revealed to them by Balaj's sister, Minha, who had come to tell them. That girl whom they had thrown out of the house, accusing her of misconduct.
Everyone cursed him, including Arman, the same girl who stood in front of him as proof of his daughter's loyalty. He was dying. No one had the answers to Arman's questions. I will tell you one thing. My sister is Miral Lashari.
What you all did with my wife a year ago, I tolerated that. But now, if the same thing happens with my sister, I will not spare anyone. He roared and advanced towards Kinza. Armaan? The call was sudden. What...? Find out from Minha Aadi. Maybe they know.
He walked out with pursed lips. Now his direction was towards Balaj's mansion. Somewhere his heart was also saying that Miral would be with Balaj. She had just finished praying when she saw Armaan suddenly enter the mansion and she paused."
Armaan...?" she whispered his name, unable to stop her heart from pounding. "Minha... Please. Just tell me about Miral...?" He came straight to her, holding both her hands, and asked her with intense grief.
Minha slowly freed her hands from his grip. "We don't know." That same flat tone. "You know. He is with your brother. I am absolutely sure. Please... tell me... Is she okay?"
In what state is he? I can't breathe, dear.. without him... I wonder what state she must be in...? She became a victim of my mistakes. That longing broke today as if everything inside him shattered. Please... Armaan, leave from here. Whatever you have to do, do it outside this house. We don't know where your sister is.
Go outside and do whatever you want.We don't know where your sister is? We informed you. You were warned. Instead of saving your sister, you saved us...? Minha. I need Miral in any case... You will have to support me at any cost. Armaan... Please get out of here. And don't expect anything from us. Go home.
Handle your home affairs yourself. We have no relation with your house. Just go... She screamed, and tears flowed from her eyes. Armaan folded his hands in front of her. I admit. I am guilty of you. Give me whatever punishment you want... But please... just once say that Miral is okay.
She hasn't been sacrificed for my sins. He was going crazy for his sister again. That person, kneeling, was begging for forgiveness at Minha's feet, head bowed, and that too, only for his sister's sake. Today too, this person stands before them with a begging bowl this person... He was selfish. Minha turned her face away and tried to wipe her tears. That bitter laugh laughed. How lovely she is... sister...? We were also Balaj's sisters. They supported us after you rejected us. But who supported your sister?" You...? Your father Saien...? Who...? No one did... For how many days did she remain locked in the room, hungry and thirsty. Was there anyone with her and who supported her? Our brother did... Go now... Leave, I am certain that your sister is in safe hands. She turned away, while Armaan kept watching her. Without reconnecting, he did so much for Miral.And then saved her again. Thank you so much, Minha... He was truly grateful to her. You didn't do a favor. That's it... Humanity still exists. At his words, Armaan became silent. Can't you forgive me?
A few moments were lost in silence.
Forgiveness is found for all sins. But there is no forgiveness for the mud that is splattered on one's character. Only three months had passed since the marriage when Arman's aunt, out of jealousy, accused Minha of misconduct."
And she allowed an unrelated man access to her room. She kept screaming about her innocence, but no one believed her. Armaan threw her out of the house. She was Armaan's aunt, and also Minha and Balaj's maternal aunt. This fire had been burning in her heart for years. She liked Balaj's father. But they prefer Ajwa's elder sister, Nadrat. And.when she tried to harm her sister, Mir varyam Lashari imprisoned her in a room. How long did she remain imprisoned? Since then, she began to intensely hate them. This same hatred extended to their offspring. This was why she could not tolerate Minha in this mansion.
and played such games that the poor girl was left bewildered. Ah... time stretched again.
Everything had changed. Approximately nine months later, everyone was present in the hospital corridor. A little while later , the doctor brought the twin babies and placed them in Balaj's arms. He thanked God silently in his heart and kissed both their foreheads. Meanwhile, Armaan, Minha, and Varyam Lashari, along with their families, were all present there. Everyone, one by one, took the babies in their laps.
For nine months, he did not let anyone know about Miral; he took care of her herself. Despite her hatred, he continued to do much for her. he kept her like the apple of her eye. Meer and varyam tried very hard, Arman tried... that they should be allowed to meet Miral once.
He wanted to apologize to her, but Balaj didn't let anyone even see Miral's face. If he hadn't arrived to save Miral that night... what would have happened...?
Both the father and brother became so careless that they didn't even realize what scheme Ajwa Batool was playing inside the mansion...? What if she had given her a poisonous injection then...?
He admitted that he himself was responsible for all this. But he too was bitten by them. At least he should have taken care of his daughter. Protected her... But that could not happen.
But today, at the birth of the children, it is Miral's wish... As soon as miral went into the ICU, he informed his family. "Doctor, can I meet my wife?" he asked in a tearful voice, the one who had given him two such lovely gifts. "Yes, she has been shifted to the ward. You can meet her." Upon the doctor's reply, he entered without a moment's delay.
She lay with her eyes closed, as if very exhausted. It was a normal delivery for her. But bringing two children into the world... it wasn't easy. She opened her eyes slightly and saw Balaj's face. "My... children... where are they?" was Miral's first question. He smiled at that. "They are safe."
He buried his face in her forehead and took a deep breath. Their eyes met, and he was crying. My punishment time begins... What was he saying, stirring the beats of her heart...? Everything is fine now... Meeral, in your life...
.. I have returned everything to you. Now... it's time for my punishment. Distance from you and distance from my... children. Is this my punishment...? Balaj...? She winced. For nine months, she had been punishing him. She hadn't said anything. She had even raised her hand. She hadn't allowed him to come near. But he kept bearing her tantrums and was leaving her again after making her arrogant. You want me to suggest your punishment? She was addressing him with 'Aap' instead of 'Tum' (formal 'you' instead of informal 'you'). Meaning... Allah had ended his punishment. He was looking at her in disbelief.
What you did nine months ago... And then the punishment you endured in those nine months. I have forgiven you... She was saying, touching his face with love. And Balaj felt as if he couldn't believe his hearing. Bending down, he placed his lips on her forehead, and over her lips as well.
And in that moment, she turned crimson.
So beautiful, my devotion is to your sight.
Just give me a little love, let my love be complete.
May beautiful moments bow at my feet,
The day I have to live without you, don't let me see it.
Everyone came to him inside, asking for forgiveness.
Meer varyam Lashari placed his hand on her daughter's head and joined his hands. So she, in agony, forgave her father. She was forgiving everyone, smiling while crying. For the sake of her sons... She also intended to forgive her aunt Ajwa. Kinza came forward and hugged Miral, congratulating her. She also said something about Minha and Armaan, so Miral smiled. When Minha and Armaan came forward to meet her, Miral placed their hands in each other's. For a moment, everyone fell silent. Minha tried to free her hand, but Miral did not let that happen. "I don't want my sons' relationships to be outside the family. Make me an aunt soon." When she said this, a smile spread across everyone's faces, and Minha's eyelashes lowered. Armaan and his family apologized to her for all that time, and forgiveness was granted today to both.
she was watching Balaj, who was sitting near them, embracing both of her sons. He was looking at her. He proved to be a strong shelter for her and her children. And for the children, she needed him. Thank you... He slowly spoke, joining his nose with hers. So she smiled softly. Forgiveness was not easy. But Allah loves those who forgive.
