(IT'S GONNA HAVE A LOT OF COUPLES)
In a village, where justice is scarce, a girl of 11 is married off due to a tragic misunderstanding.
Her 17-year-old husband, torn apart by his brother's murder, burdened by duty, becomes her unexpected protector...
So, peeps before I start this chapter let me tell y'all how much I am struggling with family drama these days. My maasi gave birth on 5may and on 8th may she was supposed to go to my maternal home, but guess what?? My maami just refused to take care of her and like they basically abandoned her. So here we are now. My maasi with (Masha Allah) three kids in our house. Pls note that my mom isn't used to huge families and now we all are stuggling with life. I HATE TODDLERS!!!!
Guys let's all thank qalbalfarashah for the translations. ❤😭🫂🌻
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*Thud*
Another loud crash reverberated through the house, causing Khanum's heart to skip a beat. "Yazdaan!! Ye kya pagal pan hai darwaza kholein!" she yelled, her voice laced with frustration and concern, but once again, her son remained unresponsive.
The tension in the house thickened with each passing moment as Yazdaan's erratic behavior continued unabated. Khanum's voice rang out in desperation as she pleaded with Yazdaan to open the door, her cries falling on deaf ears.
Since Ali Baksh had dropped Yazdaan off at home, his behavior had taken a sharp turn for the worse. He had been screaming and thrashing about the house, leaving everyone bewildered and deeply worried. Locked away in his room, Yazdaan seemed unreachable, his actions shrouded in mystery.
Khanum, desperate for answers, reached for her phone once more, dialing Dilawer Khan's number in a frantic attempt to seek help. With each passing moment, her anxiety mounted, exacerbated by the sound of yet another crash emanating from Yazdaan's room.
Zoya, sensing the gravity of the situation, emerged from the room with her one-year-old son, Mustakeem, cradled in her arms. Concern etched on her face, she approached Khanum, seeking answers to the chaos unfolding in their home. "Kya hua hai, ye shor kaisa??" she inquired, her voice trembling with worry, as they both awaited Dilawer Khan's arrival, hoping for a resolution to the unfolding crisis.
"Jab se school se aaya hai tab se yahi haalat hai iski, rabb jaane kya hogaya hai?" Khanum's voice trembled with concern, her expression reflecting the deep sadness she felt for her son's condition.
Zoya listened intently to Khanum's words, her own feelings a mix of empathy and frustration. "Toh uss ladki se puuch lein na, usey toh pata he hoga," she suggested, her tone tinged with bitterness as she pointed an accusation at the source of their troubles.
"Usey chot aayi hai, Almeer uske saath hospital mai hai," Khanum explained, hoping to shed some light on the situation. Zoya's demeanor shifted slightly at the news, a flicker of satisfaction crossing her face upon hearing that Aynoor was hurt.
"Kahan hai wo?" Dilawer Khan's arrival interrupted their conversation, his authoritative voice commanding attention as he inquired about the situation. Khanum's face brightened at the sound of his voice, relief washing over her as she rushed to meet him.
