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I cannot marry you, please stop this marriage. Bisma closed her eyes and said in a trembling voice, looking at wajdan standing infront of her. The one whose forehead was getting darker listening to bisma's words. What did you say? Just say it again... ? His tone became dangerously serious... ! We can't get married... She barely spokes, her eyes downcast. Is your mind ok? All the guests have gathered for our wedding and you are saying you can't get married? And who gave you the right to refuse? Are you refusing me, wajdan haider? Wajdan asked in a harsh tone, walking two steps closer to bisma. My marriage will be with you and it will be at that time. It is my fathers decision which will be fulfilled in any case. Wajdan said angrily and grabbed her wrist full of bangles. Some glass bangles were stuck in her wrist. From which small drops of blood started coming out. I can't marry you. Please... try to understand what I'm saying... Bisma said in a painfull tone. Why can't you? Answer? Wajdan asked coldly, tightening his grip on her wrist. My marriage has been consummated. I cannot marry after marriage. I cannot commit such a big sin. Bisma screamed helplessly, trying to free her wrist. Hearing this there was a look of disbelief on wajdan's face... It felt as if there had been explosions all around. As junaid entered through the same door, he felt as if someone had poured hot molten lead into his ears. He immediately entered the room were wajdan was standing like an idol and bisma standing behind was shedding tears. Baba! Bisma raised her face and looked at her father uncertainty. Junaid, without saying anything, moved his steps towards Bisma. Seeing her father in front of her, Bisma felt as if someone had removed the ground from under her feet.
Is what you said a while ago true? Junaid asked in a cold tone. He had never seen his father so angry until today. Baba,I wanted to tell you. But.. Bisma wanted to clarify when Junaid raised his hand.and left a mark on his beloved daughter's face. While face was expressionless. It all happened so suddenly that Junaid couldn't understand anything. What should he answer the person standing in front of him now? Who was still standing like an idol.Who is that person? With whom you conducted my honorable funeral? Junaid Sahib shook his daughter by the shoulders.She was just crying this time. Could she tell that she had no memory of her husband except his name?Bisma... I am asking you something... It would have been better if you had strangled your father... It is better for me to kill you than to be jig laughed.He went towards his cupboard in a fit of anger. And took out a gun from there. Bisma's face turned white as a sheet. Before he could fire, Wijdan stopped him. Uncle please... Stop... Don't do something like that..He was demonstrating his authority for the first time. Otherwise, how angry he was. If his father had seen him at that time, he would have fainted. Wajdan...? This girl has not left me able to meet anyone's eyes. I... How can I meet my friend?Tears filled his eyes. Wajdan's father Haider Sultan and Junaid Ali were close friends. And today the friendship was turning into a relationship. But their daughter ruined it.After a moment's pause, a knock was heard on the door, and the three people were shocked. Today my honorable funeral will be held because of my own children.He grumbled. Wijdan opened the door. So in front of him was Junaid Sahib's younger daughter Anna.Her face showed immense astonishment and concern. My father...? She slowly came inside, asking. And then she was shocked to see the scene inside. Seeing her father's bowed head, she looked at her sister with moist eyes.
She saw her sister with questioning eyes. Then Bisma's head also bowed. Then Wijdan's father also came there. The truth became clear to him too. He was also very saddened by Bisma's words. But the marriage could not really take place.And what would they answer to the guests sitting outside? At that time, he was in a bad situation. With great pride, he was leaving all the girls in the family and taking his friend's daughter as his daughter-in-law. But now everything seemed to be ruined.My heart desires to strangle her with my own hands. Or end myself. When I heard Junaid Sahib's voice, Anna hiccupped. Then Haider's gaze fell on this girl. If the elder daughter has married, can't Wijdan marry the younger daughter? None of their relatives knew that Wijdan was getting married... to one of Junaid's daughters. Haider Sahib, thinking far ahead, asked Junaid for his younger daughter Anna. All this was being decided while standing there. Anna and Basma stood there like idols. Meanwhile, Wajdan suddenly smelled a snake. This new relationship was being formed. The elder sister secretly got married, so now marry the younger one. Wijdan wanted to go ahead and refuse his father. But seeing the happiness on his father's face, he pursed his lips. Baba...? Anna wanted to protest. But at the stern look on her father's face, she suddenly fell silent.And then, in a short time, she changed from Anna Junaid Ali to Anna Wijdan Sultan. At that time, she could do nothing but shed tears. Her world was shattered before she could even settle down. That girl sacrificed herself and her love for her father's honor.He leaves in everyone's prayers. She had gone with Wajdan. While Bismah, Another sin was written in the account today. It was the sin of breaking the heart of a sister who had Sacrificing love, becoming a bride instead I had respected my father's honor.Otherwise, if she had refused today..., she would have lost her father. Anna was welcomed in a very grand manner at the Sultan Mansion. Haider Sahib loved his daughter-in-law more than his own life.She had also become more dear to him. She had respected his honor along with her father. If she had refused this marriage today, her tower of honor would have collapsed today. They had a name. They had an identity. Everything would have been ruined and the person who saved him from this ruin was Anna. To whom he would remain grateful for the rest of his life. In such a big mansion, apart from these two fathers and sons, there were only servants. Wajdan's mother had died. And among the relatives was an aunt. Who had come to attend the wedding. She was taken straight to Wijdan's room. Anna was also in a bad state of anger and grief at that time. She could not help but ruin everything. She was also ruined. Having lost her love... Ah... A sharp pang of pain rose in her heart. Looking at the flower beds around her, she seemed to lose her mind. She started to tear the flower apart and destroy it. A lava filled her inside. Whatever came into her hand... She kept picking it up and throwing it away. And now, unaware of the time to come, she was lamenting the loss of her love, falling on the ground. When he entered the room, Anna's dupatta was lying at his feet. Some things in the room were broken and some were scattered. Some had also been thrown away. Anna was sitting leaning against the bed when she heard the door open. She turned her head and looked in front of her and saw Wijdan she stood up. What is this state of my room that you have made? And how did you get so bold? Wijdan asked, staring coldly at Anna who was standing in front of him without a dupatta. At that time, she was not in her senses. You ruined my life... All my dreams have been shattered... You are worry about your room? " Anna came to Wajdan with red eyes, placed both her hands on his chest and pushed him back, screaming. Wajdan clenched his jaw, barely controlling his anger. Stay within your limits. Girl..!" He spoke with restraint. What kind of limit? There was no limit left. When you knew that I liked someone else, why did you marry me? Why did you agree to marry me? Why...? Anna was crying with her throat full... She had dreamed so much that she would spend her life with Farjad, but here, because of Wajdan, everything had turned upside down. Wajdan, who was already angry, stood there listening to Anna's words, looked at Anna with bloodshot eyes. And as he approached her, a strong slap hit her on the delicate cheek. She had not yet recovered from the slap when Wijdan grabbed her by the hair and brought her face close to his. Anna's face had a painful expression along with uncertainty. I got married to you just today and you are talking about your lover in front of your husband? Have you become so bold? First your sister and now you. Both are equally rude, shameless and impudent... Wajdan roared. She was more shaken by Wajdan's roar than by the pain of the slap. She was now finding it difficult to stand on her feet. I was made a spectacle in front of everyone. Your sister deceived me. She left no stone unturned to humiliate me in front of everyone. Then I got married to you and you are talking about your lover in front of me.
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Listen to me with open ears... Neither you nor I love you, nor am I dying without you. But now you are in my marriage. Therefore, from today onwards, if you mention any other man with your tongue, then I will take off your skin. Wajdan looked at Anna with angry eyes. The idol was standing there with wide eyes looking at Wajdan. You will not take a single step out of this room without my permission. If I appear outside this room, you will force me to become an animal myself... He walked towards the bathroom as he said this. Then he stopped again. I want this room to be completely clean by the time I leave. I don't like mess and mess at all.he raised his finger as a warning and went to the bath room. While Anna was left confused between the slap he had given and his words. Where was the regret, where was the anger, where was the terror...? And where was the destruction...?A slap from conscience made him forget everything. Standing in front of the mirror, he saw a red mark on his white cheek. Thick tears welled up in my eyes.The hiccups were also stopping. But there was no one to listen.. Nor to comfort.. She had wiped her own tears and turned away. She had dreamed of spending her life with Farjad, who was not very rich. He was her colleague in her office. His soft nature and versatile style appealed to Anna very much. And then Farjad also liked him. This liking was not hidden from the office workers. And whose office was it...? Wijdan Sultan's... So nothing was hidden from him either.Despite this, he married Anna. This was the most painful thing for Anna. But now she had to accept it all. This person was even more harsh and angry than he seemed. She was crying and wrapping everything up. Everything was in its place in no time. She was now looking at the sage. she saw the fresh rose flowers falling to the ground. A cold sigh filled her. She picked all the flowers. I started keeping it on the bed. In her heart, only a strong feeling of hatred was welling up for Wajdan. And it was very intense. When the bathroom door opened, he stood before her with full masculine grace. While that delicate girl remained standing on the other side of the bed, staring at him.Ignoring her, he stood in front of the dressing mirror and started drying his hair, as if he was alone in the room. All the flowers she had picked up and placed on the bed, she now stepped back. That Wajdan came near the bed and, He threw the flowers on the ground. Ana jumped back in an instant. She was very scared by Wajdan's anger. She had never been slapped in her life. But on the first night of her marriage, the one who was slapped by her husband was none other than Ana Junaid. The next moment, he also threw the rest of the bridal bed decorations onto the floor. "Gather everything. Take it to the dressing room and throw it in the dustbin." He ordered her in a harsh tone, He sat up straight, leaning against pillows, and picked up the mobile. So much disarray... Would she pick it up again? Ana felt like her life was draining out of her. This seemed like the most difficult task in the world to her. Tears welled up in her eyes again. Why are you standing here staring at my face? Do what I told you to do immediately!" he roared, and Ana flinched terribly. She gathered her maxi and started collecting everything once more. She picked up all the scattered flowers and headed towards the dressing room ,got entangled in her own maxi dress, and suddenly fell backward. All the flowers that were above scattered and fell directly on her. She looked at those flowers with her palms placed below and then suddenly saw that bloodthirsty cat in front of her. Yes, she used to call it a bloodthirsty monster,and the entire office was familiar with the name she had given him. When she fell, his hands involuntarily stopped from scrolling on his mobile. And his gaze wandered and settled on that angelic face. Which was a complete embodiment of beauty. But in front was Wajdan Sultan, whom superficial beauty could never impress. For this, one must have inner beauty. And today's circumstances proved that both those sisters were very far from inner beauty." If the meditation session is complete, then get up. He said to her with a frown on his forehead, and she instantly came to her senses. And then again, she started picking flowers, the executioner, the bloodthirsty monster. Under her breath, she was also bestowing titles upon him, which Wajdan (intuition/consciousness) was unable to hear. but her murmuring was centered in the movement of her lips and her gaze. Going into the dressing room, she was now crying openly, but for how long? She couldn't fight her destiny. She took off her jewelry and placed it on the dressing table . She was like that; in a state of helplessness, she would vent her anger on things. When she pulled out the earrings from her ears, her ears immediately turned red, and she herself let out a sob. "Duffer Sultan..." Today, a new name was given. And thoughts wandered towards Bisma, at home. Because of which, today she was here. Why did you do this, sister...? For your own happiness... You threw my happiness into the fire. She started sobbing again, while she didn't even know under what circumstances her sister had performed her Nikah (marriage contract)...? One... two...? Accepted. She accepted the Nikah even before counting to three. Because that person's men had targeted her father. If she did not accept the marriage proposal from him, he would kill her father. How much she pleaded, how much she begged. She cried out. Her wedding was a week later. But that man forcibly took her into his marriage. And then, without saying anything, he left her back at her house. She was startled by a knocking sound. Very strong clouds were thundering, and it was about to rain. Since when she was standing in the middle of the courtyard like this.Darkness had spread everywhere. Exactly like the darkness in her heart. Ah... These moments too had to come into life. The whole house was immersed in silence at that time. She tried to talk to her father twice. but he was not ready to listen to anything. And then they locked themselves in the room. She was sitting right there. Mir Hisham... The person she got married to. She only knew his name. It started raining. She only knew his name. The rain had started, but she didn't care. She kept getting drenched. It was winter rain. So, in a little while, she started shivering. From her heart, she prayed for her own death. Today, because of her, her father's head hung low. Her sister had to sacrifice her love and her happiness. She was the cause of everyone's sorrow, pain, and suffering. Her punishment should have been worse than death. She was crying, sobbing. Her heart was bursting from the intensity of pain. Taking deep breaths, she looked at the dark sky and lay down right in the middle of the courtyard, spreading her arms. She wanted to open her eyes, but the continuously falling rain made her attempt unsuccessful. She closed her eyes, breathing in short gasps. She felt as if the rain had stopped. But the sound of rain falling was still audible. She slowly opened her eyes. And , then, seeing someone casting a shadow over her, her breath caught in her chest. Deep darkness of the night. Heavy rain pouring. And after a little while, thunder struck. At the sound of that thunder, she felt her hair stand on end as she looked at that person's face. He was in a black dress. She could only see his face. Mir... Hasham... She repeated his name under her breath and looked at him with worried eyes. On the other side, Mir Hasham, seeing her repeat his name, paused with the movement of her lips. She remembered his name. Mir Hisham's heart beat strangely. Suddenly, there was a stir in Bisma's presence. She tried to push Mir Hisham back, as he slid his hands over her outstretched arms and entangled his fingers in hers. He held her completely in his embrace without touching her. In those moments, Bisma felt as if her soul would be seized. Her body began to tremble slowly. Her voice was stifled in her throat. Mir Hisham was greatly attracted to her trembling lips Suddenly, he removed his gaze from her lips and involuntarily bent down to kiss her forehead. Mir Hisham himself was unaware of this action. He simply listened to his heart. And acted immediately. Bisma couldn't control herself; she wanted to kill that person. But he had her completely under control. She couldn't move him an inch.
She squirmed badly, so much so that Mir Hisham, coming back to his senses, moved back a little to look at her face. "Get away from me," she cried out softly, the loud sound of the heavy rain also muffling her voice. The very next moment, he stepped back and embraced her in his arms. This all happened so suddenly that Bisma just kept watching. He had carried her in his arms to his room and was slowly making her stand on her feet, looking at her without blinking. She was still shedding tears. She wished to kill the person standing in front of her. She wasn't like that, to tarnish her father's honor. She had always been a well-mannered and obedient daughter. And today, because of that person, She was called disobedient offspring, and the father, who never spoke in a loud voice, had also raised his hand on her. Thinking this, the next moment, she slapped Mir Hisham on the cheek. He still stood there like a statue, watching her. Nothing happened to him, but that delicate girl's hand turned red with pain.Stone Man... she forced Mir Hisham to smile by grinding her teeth. It was the first time he had smiled. Bisma kept looking at his small smile. He looked very distinct and charming while smiling. But in the next moment, Bisma frowned. He was smiling after getting slapped... Is there no shame in you...? Why did you do all this to us...? Today... Baba's head... because of us...? She was crying, holding his collar. His shouting was also no less than speaking. He had never spoken in a loud voice to anyone in his life. So how would she shout...? Change your dress. Otherwise, you will catch a cold. What was she saying to him? And what was he replying...? Bisma got extremely angry with him. Get out of our room right now... In fact, get out of our house. She was pushing him, but he didn't move an inch from his place. He was just staring at her. 'Change it, I will leave," he said again in that soft tone. Then Bisma glared at him fiercely. "Just get lost... I don't even want to see your face... You have ruined us." She buried her face in her hands and cried bitterly. "I will also make things right..' It's a promise. He took both her hands in his and said in a state of intense emotion, 'We would prefer to die rather than be settled with you.' She snatched her hands away in anger. "Mir Hisham's grip was light, which she easily freed. You can change it. If you want me to leave from here." He spoke in a flat tone this time. So, she stepped back, offering it with both hands, because he hadn't moved an inch from his place.
Bisma angrily walked towards the dressing room and slammed the door shut. He, too, with a divine smile on his face, quietly left from there, just as quietly as he had arrived. When she came out after changing, he was nowhere to be found.. She looked for him everywhere, but he wasn't found. Bisma felt as if he was an illusion. He disappeared all of a sudden... Is he a vampire...? Bisma's hair stood on end immediately. Remembering his fair face, Bisma shivered. "No, if he were a vampire, why would he marry? He would have just carried us off, and if he really were a vampire, he would have drunk our blood by now." She was thinking all sorts of absurd things, stroking her neck.All the vampire movies started playing in front of her eyes. Which had no relation to reality. Yet, fearing them, she immediately got up and closed the door. And taking deep breaths, she started remembering God. Due to sleeping on the couch last night, her back was stiff. Wajdan had not given her space on his bed. She woke up at the time of Fajr. After offering Fajr prayers, she came back and sat on the couch. Wajdan was also not on the bed. Surely, he must have also gone out to offer Fajr prayers. Seeing the soft, warm bed, Ana's heart yearned. She shivered from the cold all night, lying without a comforter. Now, perhaps, a fever was also starting. When will Wajdan return..? Should I sleep for a while..? What if he doesn't find out..? Thinking this, she got up and sat on the bed. Frightened, she slowly lay down on the bed. The warm, warm bed seemed to give her immense peace. And she didn't know when she got lost in the valleys of sleep. Wajdan offered Fajr (morning prayer) and went for a morning walk. When he returned, the sun was rising. As he stepped into the room, the feminine presence was nowhere to be seen. He cast a fleeting glance around and was suddenly startled. She was nestled in his bed. Wijda 's brain was throbbing. He angrily moved towards her. He slightly removed the comforter and stopped, seeing her sleeping in a deep slumber. He couldn't wake her up even if he wanted to. When the comforter was removed, her red, flushed face became visible . His hair was disheveled and his clothes were untidy. He moved back, putting the comforter back on. And then he started getting ready to go to the office. Today, he was getting ready and going to the office earlier than usual. He also had a reception in the evening. So, he had some important work and a meeting to attend to. When he came out ready, the servant was waiting for him at the dining table with breakfast prepared. There was no woman in the house, except for these two, father and son. This is why no maid was kept in the house. But...
now, with the arrival of Anna, Wajdan was thinking of keeping a maid. "Hey son... are you having breakfast alone? Where is the bride? Hasn't she woken up...?" asked aunt Azra, looking with searching eyes. "No... I have urgent work at the office, that's why."... I have urgent work at the office, so I'm in a hurry. I'll talk to you after I come back. He ignored their words completely and got up. "Wajdan...?" "Son, please take a day off today." When Mr. Haider saw Wajdan leaving, he spoke as he descended the stairs. "Dad."I will come soon. It is necessary to go. He spoke in a low tone. His dad was the only one in this world whom he loved the most. He could even give his life for him. This was the reason he respected his wishes and included his friend's daughter in his life.They decided to include their friend's daughter in their life. And when the discussion turned to the elder daughter, they adopted the younger one. The same younger daughter was working in Wajdan's office. And she got this job based on Mr. Haider's recommendation. Wajdan had already left.When Haider Sahib moved towards the breakfast table, where his cousin sister was sitting and doing full justice to the breakfast. Baba... she was knocking on her father's door again. But he neither came out nor did he see his face. Please... just listen to us once.It's not our fault... Please... Baba... How do I explain to you...? What happened to us? Weeping desperately, she rested her head against the door. She had no proof to prove herself innocent. She didn't even have a marriage certificate."God knows what revenge that person took. That by marrying in such a way, he made her sinful in everyone's eyes and then left her. In the evening, a grand Walima (wedding reception) function was arranged on a large scale. The whole city was present there, but her own people were not there. Neither her father nor her elder sister came. Placing a stone on her heart, she with great difficulty asked Mr. Haider and began to look at them. "Daughter... I did call, but they refused to come." Hearing his words, tears welled up in Anna's eyes, eager to flow. Daughter... don't cry. He placed his affectionate hand on her head. I told Wajdan that after the Walima ceremony, he should take you home to meet your father. He spoke in such a loving manner that Anna's heart was impressed by his gentleness.
She had become an admirer from the heart. She was already captivated by their goodness. And now, they had become even more her favorite. According to what they said, Wijdan was taking her to her father's house. It was quite late at night. The weather was cloudy, as if it was about to rain. She was sitting dressed as a bride, wrapped in a shawl, but still, the cold was unbearable for her. Perhaps the effect of fever from the night before was increasing now, and She hadn't even taken medicine. She was feeling a strange sensation. The car's AC was on, but her heart was restless. She started feeling suffocated in the car. Pushing the shawl away from herself, she began to rub her chest. Wajdan's gaze fell upon her adorned figure. Please...Stop the car. Before he could scold her, seeing her trembling voice and state, he abruptly parked the car on one side. "What happened?" For the first time, he asked her with concern. "I don't know... My heart is pounding... I can't even breathe properly... she said with difficulty, placing her hand on her throat, her voice moist. Wajdan lowered the car windows, and the cold, icy winds entered, making Ana shiver for a moment. Her face was turning red. Wajdan leaned forward and touched her forehead, and was stunned. She had a very high fever. The next moment, she leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes. Wajdan rolled the car windows back up; now, its direction was towards the hospital. He was also worried about that girl who had been appointed to his wife's position just yesterday. By the time he reached the hospital, he had already informed his dad.He stopped the car and got out. Coming from the other side, he opened the door and was calling out to Ana, but she had become unconscious. Wajdan, without delay, picked her up in his arms and entered the hospital. Everyone present there turned and looked at him. He was a handsome young man.He was moving quickly through the hospital corridor, carrying the bride in his strong arms. Onlookers watched the couple with envy. The girl's face was hidden. He took her into the lady doctor's cabin, In a short while, his treatment began. He was surrounded by a severe fever. He was given a drip. Wajdan did not leave his side even for a moment. After the drip was administered, Ana's breathing stabilized after a while. The doctor looked towards Wajdan."
Don't worry, this fever is due to tiredness and cold. They need rest. The fever will come down in a while. She had gone out after comforting him. Meanwhile, Wajdan was sitting there checking his forehead repeatedly. Thank God, the fever was subsiding.
"Baba, please give us one chance to say something...?" Today, she was again sitting at Baba's feet. But Junaid Sahib was completely silent. Because of this daughter, he was unable to even meet the gaze of his other daughter. The injustice done to her was tormenting them every moment. Baba... we don't know who he is? But...? What...? But? You married him. But you don't know him...? Who are you fooling?Bisma, get out of my sight... otherwise, I don't know what I might do... He was deeply saddened. Tell that person to come and take you away... I don't want to see your presence in this house either. This was his final warning. Bisma was left in agony. We are not going anywhere."We don't know who that person is. Except for his name... Coercion...? I don't want to hear anything more now... He got up in anger. If that person doesn't come within two days to take you away (for marriage)... then you will see my dead face.It was as if Bisma's power of speech was snatched away by his words. She quietly returned to her room. Where to find that person...? He was an illusion. Holding her head, She kept sitting. Now there was only one way to prove herself right. That person would come forward. And Bisma had to think of a way to bring him forward. And she had already thought how to bring him forward now. She could no longer play this game of hide-and-seek. Now it was time either make or break. Her eyes opened with thorns pricking her throat. Her throat was parched with thirst. She was completely drenched in sweat. When she sat up, for a while she didn't even realize where she was? Her head was still feeling heavy. Darkness had spread everywhere. She barely opened her eyes and gathered his senses. "Aapi...?" She thought she was home. "Bisma Aapi...?" She pushed back the comforter and got down from the bed, and as her feet touched the cold floor, a shiver ran through her. Suddenly, she started feeling cold. She was about to lie back on the bed, but she was thirsty. "Aapi...?" she called out a little louder,He was sleeping diagonally on the couch. Wajdan's eyes opened, and he quickly sat up. Running his hand over his face, he turned on the side lamp. "What happened?" Hearing a masculine voice very close, she was startled badly. "Who are you?" She was flustered. Wajdan glared at her fiercely. "Looks like the fever has taken away your memory...?" he said sarcastically and turned on a bright light. She squeezed her eyes shut. And then, looking at the surroundings, she remembered everything.Just two days ago, she was imprisoned by that giant. She looked at him with teary eyes. Had her memory returned...? He was putting his hand in his trouser pocket, wearing a black sleeveless top, looking incredibly handsome at that moment. Surely, if it had been a love marriage, she would have been devoted to him with all her heart and soul. But this rude, bloodthirsty monster... he was not her type at all. The one who slapped her on the very first night. She would never forget that slap for the rest of her life.I'm thirsty... I need to drink water..." she mumbled. "Can't you see the jug lying nearby...? Pour it into the glass and drink it!" he said irritably. So, Ana poured water from the jug into the glass and put it to her lips.He sat on the couch and now, picking up his mobile, scrolling, he also looked at her with a sidelong glance. She now seemed uncomfortable with her appearance, maybe she needed to change her dress. He took a deep breath and walked towards the cupboard.He took out the dress and extended it towards her. "Change it." "In front of you?" Suddenly, his tongue slipped. "Yes, I'm standing right here. To see you. I'm longing to. To pay tribute to your beauty... Idiot girl,"He said to her, grinding his teeth, turned off the lights, opened the door of the gallery and went out. But he didn't forget to adjust the curtains. Lost in thought, scolding herself, she barely managed to change her dress there. She got entangled in the strings. Despite trying to close it, it wasn't closing. Due to fever, she was facing weakness. Exhausted, she lay back down. She didn't have the energy to put her dress in the laundry.Just then, there was a knock at the door. So Wajdan came back to the room. And after glancing at it, he picked up his pillow and comforter from the couch and placed them on the bed. Then he opened the door. He closed the door. Keeping the tray aside, he picked up Ana's clothes and left them in the dressing room himself. His conscience did not allow any servant to touch his wife's clothes. "Get up, eat food. Then take the medicine."He spoke in a normal tone; today, he wasn't feeling bad about it. He had painted a picture of Wajdan as a negative person, but he wasn't that bad. He was taking care of her. While eating, he gave her medicine, and she lay back down, feeling weak. Wajdan bent down and checked her forehead again. It was now completely cold. Involuntarily, she turned over, placing his hand under her face. He just kept looking at her. She was quite a bit younger than him. And perhaps she hadn't even made an ideal yet, that she got married. Maybe she liked Farjad a lot. Suddenly, when the thought came to her mind, it struck her heart with full intensity. She stared at him without blinking. And then her gaze fixed on him,And right there, he stopped near her. An emotion of rivalry awoke. The right of ownership... She was his, in his marriage. So how could he even think of anyone else? Wanting was a far-off matter. Leaning against the crown, he was looking at her. She was now clinging to him, trembling with cold. Due to her frequent clinging, Wajdan's heart felt strange. He could not lie near her any longer. He tried to free his hand, but Ana pulled him closer to herself. Feeling the soft, gentle touch of her heartbeat, his own heart rate quickened. He became still. As she wrapped her arms around him, she completely hid herself in his chest.
He closed his eyes. But he couldn't free himself from her touch. He felt the warmth of her soft breaths near his neck. He stirred a little and started to pull back. Then she pressed her lips against his neck.The lump in Wajdan's throat emerged and disappeared. His endurance was now all spilling out. With a jolt, he pushed his arms back, sinking into the pillow. He groaned in his sleep. He began to retreat, as his cold feet touched Wajdan's feet." He stopped again. Compelled by the heart, he bent down and kissed her forehead. So that once again, she would cling to him. Cooolllddd... She spoke in confusion even in her sleep. Wajdan couldn't understand. . Wajdan could not understand. She was his confidante, and his confidante needed the warmth of his arms at that moment. Convincing himself of this, he slowly took off his cloak, placed it aside, and holding her head on his chest, took her into the embrace of his arms.. His cold, icy body pressed against the warmth of Wajdan's body. With closed eyes, he slowly moved aside her open strings, pulling down her shirt. Her heart was beating at a speed of one hundred and twenty.But he considered it his need, he came close to her. He kept convincing himself again and again, he was overwhelming her. With her head on the pillow, he freed her from every veil, he took control of her breaths, and at that moment, He couldn't stop himself from getting carried away. Having come so close, he couldn't stay away from her. Slowly, the night was passing. The intensity of his emotions was also slowly increasing. Why did he come close to her? He forgot everything.All he remembered was that she was his life partner and he had complete right over her essence. And he had taken his right from her with such intensity that she even whimpered in semi-consciousness. ❣️At that moment, she had stopped the car on a hill. Her hands were on the steering wheel. Her heart was trembling. She was about to take a very big step. She didn't know if this step would work or not..But now she had to face that person. She had to bring him before everyone. Because her character was becoming suspicious. Hitting the steering wheel forcefully, she restarted the car. Now its direction was towards the hill,She was about to drive the car off the cliff. She was putting her life at stake. With this certainty, that vampire illusion, whatever it is, if it truly exists, it will surely appear. And at the very least, after performing Nikah (marriage), he won't let her die so easily. Because there must be some hidden motive behind this marriage. She had increased the speed of the car. When suddenly a black car blocked her way. And it was carrying her along and moving forward. Bisma applied the brakes with a jerk. For a moment, she bounced badly in her seat. Her head hit the dashboard. Her car had stopped just at the edge of the ditch . The person sitting was in a black hoodie. It was him. Mir Hisham... Yes... He had come forward. Finally, Bisma had pulled him out of his shell. As he jerked open the car door, that person stepped out and was coming towards her. For a moment, Bisma's heart trembled. There was extreme anger on that person's beautiful face. As if he would destroy Basah today, or himself. Opening the door of his car, he pulled her out with a jerk and slammed the car door shut. "Have you gone mad? Do you know... what could have happened just now?" he shouted in a low voice.
While she continuously stared at his face. "Who are you...?" she said slowly. Then he turned to stone. We asked, "Who are you...?" She grabbed his collar. The next moment, Hisham put his hand around her waist and pulled her tightly into his chest.
Bisma trembled with all her might. "For you, my one identity is enough: that I am your husband." "No... we don't accept this marriage... in which there was no guardian for us...! Our father doesn't believe us. He has started to hate (us) just because of you. She started calling him (a respectful 'you') again. But tears flowed continuously. Which sin's revenge did you take from us...? Death is better than this life . We don't want to live. We want to die. We... she was pushing him back. But she couldn't move him an inch from his place. The next moment, he grabbed her wrist and moved towards the cliff. At that moment, Bisma's breath caught in her throat.
Was he really going to push her off the cliff...? As they reached very close to the cliff, he pushed her from behind, holding her wrist, and looked at her. Now, if he let go of her wrist, she would fall straight into that deep abyss. Her hair, confined in a net, was open in the way of the wind. Her heart beat fast, but her breath was held. She kept looking at him intently, as he slowly released her wrist. Bisma was completely silent. And when their fingers started to separate, she closed her eyes. As if she herself didn't want to be saved. The next moment, he pulled her towards him with a jerk and held her to his chest. Both of their breaths deepened. Both their heartbeats were pounding in the same rhythm."Yes, you were my revenge," he said. And Bisma slowly opened her eyes and looked at him with surprise. But this revenge was from Haider Sultan. You were just a pawn. At his next words, Bisma looked at him with hatred and pulled herself away from him with a jerk.
And once again, his hand was raised. But this time, Hisham grabbed her by the wrist and twisted her arm behind her back, so she cried out in pain. First, he had taken the slap, considering it his punishment... he knew he had wronged herself in taking revenge. But every time, raise your hand... And Mir Hisham Sultan offers his cheek forward. It's not that easy... Leave me... It's hurting. When she struggled, Hisham let go of her wrist. And she held her wrist and looked at him with hatred.You used us to take revenge on someone else. Are you not ashamed? Like this...? I don't need a lecture. Let's go home. He interrupted her and moved towards his car. "Leave us," she angrily snatched her wrist away again. "Beware if you ever touch us again. I will break your hand!" she warned him, raising her finger.
And he, with his arms crossed over his chest, watched her with amusement, shaking his head. "Come with me."
"I won't touch you," he said. She immediately obeyed him."Where do you want to take me?" "To your house. To your father's place... to confuse everyone." He said in a normal tone as he settled into the driving seat of her car.she also rushed and sat beside him in the passenger seat. As he started the car with a jerk, she, who was fastening her seatbelt, spun completely and fell into his lap. She was about to fall back onto her seat when Hisham put his arms around her waist, pulled her close, and gently made her sit back down. He shook his head in regret, looking at her physique. She was so smart, yet she couldn't even withstand a slight jolt. He left the car at full speed and was dialing a number on his mobile. "Will you go in front of Papa?" she was confirming from him, trying to compose herself. "Hmm... He managed the steering with one hand and dialed the number with the other. "Please slow down the car's speed. You'll take us straight to heaven instead of home." She was being sarcastic. "Isn't it good? In this world, we can't live together, but after dying, we'll go straight to heaven."He looked at her once, and put the mobile to his ear. The call was going through. And seeing the number on the other side, he immediately received the call. Hisham... my child...? The same pain, the same agony... that he had endured for the past thirty years, and then inflicted upon the other person as well.
Do you want to meet me...? He said without any preamble. Yes... my love... I want to meet you, to embrace you to my chest. Tell me, where should I come...? He said in a hurry. At his son's in-laws' place. You only have ten minutes.If you reach... then I will embrace you. Otherwise... You will long for my face your entire life." "Saying this, he hung up the call. Bisma looked at the harshness on his face with surprise. He was now driving in complete silence. 'What is Uncle Haider to you?She started asking, trying to guess. At this, Hisham pursed his lips. Will you remain silent for a while...? You will get answers to all your questions today. As the car turned, it lurched violently again. Drive the car calmly.Drive the car slowly, I am getting frustrated by the constant jerks," she said in an angry tone, making a face. "Let me get one chance, and I'll show you what 'getting frustrated by jerks' really means," he thought to himself, glaring at her, and turned his face away. As he drove the car inside the house,He took her inside, he got out of the car with her. This time Bisma's courage was failing her. What would this person say, God knows... in front of Baba..? What if he said something wrong? She was getting scared. Whereas Hisham was so calm. "Will you walk yourselve or should I hold your wrist? He flared up seeing her sitting still continuously. I am getting off... But listen to one thing of ours. Speak only the truth inside... Don't make a mockery of our honor by speaking nonsense. She was also talking while walking. Meanwhile, Hisham was listening from one ear and letting it out from the other. When they entered the room, Haider Sahib had already arrived and was sitting with Junaid Sahib. They had arrived there before him. Seeing Hisham and Bisma enter together, both of them stood up from their places. If the mourning is over, then get up, take a shower, freshen up, and then let's go downstairs. He had just come out of the shower, looking fresh and clean and was applying body spray on himself. In the mirror, he cast a deep gaze at her figure and spoke in a normal tone, "You are very bad. You took unfair advantage of my unconsciousness. And with me...?" He suddenly fell silent while speaking. While getting up from the bed, he considered it beneath his dignity. Did I take advantage of you? He turned towards her. While countless wrinkles had appeared on his forehead. Slowly unbuttoning his cuff links , Now he was unbuttoning his collar. Ana tried unsuccessfully to hide further under the comforter. He took off his shirt and now removed his white undershirt too. Her throat went dry as she looked at his broad chest and... he turned to the other side. What do you think, how did these wounds appear...? He was showing her the wounds given by her on his shoulders, neck, and back. Seeing them, she became embarrassed. 'You are very shameless.' When no answer came to mind, controlling her anger She pulled the comforter up to her mouth, speaking to him. He slowly walked towards her, lifting his steps, and removed the comforter from her, seeing her wearing his big dress. He bit his lip under his teeth. His face flushed badly. "I don't see you as a helpless woman from anywhere... The one who was severely wronged last night...? Before he could complete his sentence, she placed her palm over his lips.Please be quiet. Firstly, I don't remember anything, and on top of that, you are telling me so much.
"She said, sounding tearful. Come on, next every night both will be fully conscious. So that you remember. He said, enjoying her state. That she had hidden herself again. Okay,Tell me... Is there any pain? He was asking, completely bent over her. Anna was cursing the moment. When she had put her hand into the lion's den. Now it seemed impossible to escape. "Please put on a shirt, those arbitrary eyes
Take it off." He placed his hand on the one she was wearing and pulled her towards him. "What are you doing... not that one, this one!" Quickly, she held her bone (collarbone/neck) and pointed towards his discarded shirt. The very next moment, he scooped her into his arms and headed towards the bathroom.
You only have ten minutes, quickly take a shower and get out. I'm getting late. It's an important meeting." She closed the door before he could finish his sentence. And after taking a shower, she emerged fifteen minutes later, confidently wearing a bathrobe. She must have thought Wajdan had left. But he was waiting for her, and she quickly turned back on those very steps. Wajdan caught up to her in a single leap. "From whom are you hiding? Nothing is hidden now. Everything has been unveiled. So now, leave these useless efforts. He kissed her earlobe and then slowly bit it. So that she gasped at once. "Shh... If you sigh like this, a morning romance will be desired." "By the way, you are so beautiful.". How he was praising her in front of him. Which was perhaps her right as a wife. At his words and his intensity of looking, Anna felt a lot of shyness. And she placed her hand in front of her eyes. Meanwhile, a gentle smile enveloped her face. Which Farhad? Which forced marriage? All she remembered was that the person standing in front of her was completely hers. She was happy deep down, but hesitant to express it.Come on... change and then let's go downstairs." He moved forward and placed his lips on her forehead, making her feel cherished. A complete wave of peace spread through her entire being. Both got ready and came out for breakfast. But Mr. Haider was nowhere to be seen.Auntie had also gone back. And now there was complete silence. When he asked the servant about Baba, he expressed ignorance. While having breakfast, he called his Baba. The phone was ringing but The call was not received. He was a little confused. This had never happened before. Neither was auntie at home, nor had any maid been arranged. All were male servants. Thinking something, he looked towards Anna, who was barely eating breakfast. She was more lost in thought. "Ana..." He called out, and she was startled. "Finish breakfast. Then we have to go to the office together." He said softly from behind. "Office...? But why?" She suddenly got confused. In what capacity would she go there? No one knew that she was married to Wajdan. Why is there an issue? No... my health...? She started making excuses. 'Much better, hurry up, well done!' He got up giving the order. She took a deep breath."Ana kept sighing. What is all this happening? Junaid Sahib asked, looking towards Haider, who was embracing Hisham. And there were many tears in his eyes. This... this is my elder son. Junaid.... At these words, Bisma was stunned. For a moment, her feet faltered, and she leaned on the nearby table for support. I didn't understand anything... Junaid sahib's forehead was furrowed with countless lines. This is the child of my first wife... but he is my blood. He said proudly, then Junaid Sahib took a deep breath and looked towards his daughter, wondering what she was doing with that person. "Don't look at her like that, Uncle...!" Hisham understood his questioning gaze and therefore moved towards him.I married your daughter. Suddenly, Hisham dropped a bomb on both Junaid and Haider. Against their will. Junaid Sahab's hand was raised at his next statement, but it remained suspended in the air. He couldn't hit him even if he wanted to. Bisma put her hand over her mouth, stifling her voice. "What are you saying, Hisham...?" So it was you? Mr. Haider turned his gaze towards him, looking at him with surprise and disbelief.... It was me. He nodded in affirmation, taking a deep breath. "Why all this...?" he said in a sad tone. Bisma also wanted the answer to this one question. "Are you asking this?" Putting his hands in his pants pockets, he became bitter this time. As if it was time to show them the mirror now. For a few moments, silence prevailed. Mr. Haider started connecting one clue to another. Those moments when they decided on the relationship of Wajdan. Then... Hisham's words started revolving in his mind.They were so engrossed in their son Wajdan's wedding that they didn't take any of Hisham's words seriously. But now they understood everything. Meaning... this marriage was done to attack Mr. Haider's honor.To humiliate them. To insult them in front of everyone. He wanted to take revenge. For being his son. From his other son. They have always suppressed his rights. You are my... Hearing Hisham's voice filled with sorrow and anger, he came to his senses. For the first time, I hit your son's right. His words brought down the tower of Haider Sahib's honor. While both father and daughter stood frozen like statues.
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This was Part One. The story is still left, friends. Second.
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