Jahan Ara begum, was wife of Shabbir Malick. They had three sons,
The eldest son, Mustafa Malick was a humble polite and respectful man in his late 50's who was married to Hameeda who was also a polite lady and caring mother figure for all the children. They have 3 children
•Arman Mustafa Malick was 28 years old who was handling all the business and the underworld.
•Then, Ammar Mustafa Malick who was 26 years old and was also taking part in business. He was Badtameez and hot headed.
•and the youngest was Armeen Mustafa Malick who was 20 years old and was doing bachelors in IR. She was sweet and caring just like her mother.
The second eldest son was, Rafiq Malickwho was also in his late 50's and was married to arfa. They both were very supportive and kind hearted to their kids, nieces and nephews. They also had 3 children.
Haris Rafiq Malick was 27 years old and was giving hand in his dad's business. He was the best man of Arman in underworld.
Then second eldest kid was, Hareem Rafiq Malick who was 24 years old and had already completed her studies. She was getting married.
The youngest one was Hira Rafiq Malick who was 2o years old and was doing her bachelor's in English. She was very muh phat, trouble maker, obsessed with novels but was sweet to everyone, except him, Ammar.
Then the youngest son was, Haider Malick who was in his early 50's and was married to Ayesha. They had only 2 kids,
Noor Haider Malick, who was also 20 years old and was doing bachelors in business administration. She was very polite and helpful.
Then the only kid left, Azaan Haider Malick who was only 5 years old. And was studying in primary school.
▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️The actual story started when the head of mafia Shabbir Malick and his youngest son Haider along with his Ayesha were brutally murdered by their rivals when they were returning from an event. It was almost 5 years ago.
When everyone got this news they were devastated, nobody knew what to do.
At that time the head of the mafia was Shabbir Malick and he was about to pass his kingdom to his kids when that tragedy happened. At that very time it was urgent for any one of the family male to take up his position.
And because both of the brothers were not interested as they had their own business to take care of, they thought it was very great time and opportunity to hand over the kingdom to Arman.As Arman was 23 at that time, and he was the ladla of his dada, was already trained for the mafia life, he accepted it. And that problem was solved.
But again it was very hard for everyone to take care of 2 orphans. And especially Azaan who was only a month old. Every family member gave them more attention and love, nobody made them feel like they were now alone. Noor's Taya Abbu and Dadi (Jahan Ara begum) took their full responsibility. Everyone was very caring and polite,but that tragedy made Noor keep distance from everyone. She would speak less, do not come out of her room if not important,
Always keeps ker distance, always studying and in her free time she would play with Azaan.2 months after their death, everyone noticed noor's behavior. So they decided to do nikah of Arman and Noor. As every body knew that it was bound to happen someday do they thought why not now?.
It was a simple nikah held in the Haveli and only family members were there. Noor didn't even knew what was happening she was just told that she'll be having her nikkah and nobody asked her.In their customs and traditions, ladies were granted full freedom but no Haram relationships, they were allowed to study but they could not do job, and most importantly the girls were told in their early teens that they are to be married when and where their parents wants and they are not to be questioned. So when Noor was told, she was not shocked but a little worried and upset that it is happening this soon.
As she knew it will happen sometime later when she'll be ready but never in her wildest dreams she thought it will happen this, this soon.
And so we should not expect anything from life, anything can happen and we have to go with the flow.
The whole day, after attending back to back classes I had a constant pain in my neck. The day was tiring and now we even had an assignment to submit tonight. I tilt my head to the side to see an almost passed out Haya resting her back on the bench as we waited for the driver to arrive. I told Bari ammi that I'll be visiting khala and will stay there for a day, and Azan was already at khala's house, as I asked Akram chacha to drop him there after school. Reaching there, I changed into comfortable clothes and went down for dinner as it was already late when we returned from University. Khala was delighted to see me, and was continuously nagging me of how thin and pale I was becoming. She made me eat so much that my stomach was hurting. Azan was enjoying as well, he got a partner to play with, even though Fariha was older but as they were both playing his favorite game cricket, he was beyond happy. After cleaning up the kitchen, me and Haya went and sat in the terrace with steaming
The whole day I had a constant headache, thinking of the possibility that what if I never caught her with the bottle?She would've never gotten pregnant! The whole day she was sleeping, but I couldn't sleep for a second even. My subconsciousness was mocking me of my own terrible idea of getting her pregnant, by forcing her. I should have waited for her to get comfortable. But no, I had to be an asshole and force her into it. I was feeling angry at my own self. I messed up. But she took the pills! Where did she get them on the first place? I had no clue. Was someone helping her? But who can that person be? All this was making my mind go blank, the more I pondered over the fact that she did this, the more the headache increased. I had other works to do as well, and I was trying my best to concentrate on them. It was already late at night, and right after I came home, I straight went to my study, as I had to take care of Fuzail's business too, for that nothing for good bastard was in
I saw a silhouette, of course of her! Sitting on the bed, as her back was supported by the headrest. She was awake! ' Noor?' I called out for her. As I placed my keys, wallet, mobile and watch on the night stand.Then I went to the bathroom, to change. After coming out in night pyjamas and t-shirt, I made my way to her. She still didn't even move.' Noor?'I called out for her again, but she still didn't reply. Was she ignoring me on purpose? I circled around the bed and came to her side. I lighted up the lamp placed on her side table. I looked down at her. She was fucking sleeping!! With her head tilted back, and quilt half lying on her body and half lying on the carpet, she was sleeping uncomfortably, without a care in the world. I sighed and removed the quilt, I gazed down at her, the bruises on her wrists were visible along with the ones on the neck and arms. I picked her up, but I guess, it disturbed her, as she woke up with a jerk. When she realized, I was holding he
I READ MANY COMMENTS! AND LET ME TELL YOU, I DO NOT PROMOTE OR SUPPORT RAPE. WHAT ARMAN DID, IS UNFORGIVABLE, I KNOW. BUT HAVE SOME PATIENCE! I'LL TRY MY BEST TO WRITE THIS STORY WITH EVERYONE'S CRITERIA. BUT HAVE SOME PATIENCE!!!!\\\\Whole day, I didn't step out of the room. Arman didn't let me, he made sure, I was not left alone, in his absence. And I didn't know, why?I called Haya, in the bathroom, so that no one could hear us. ' Assalamualaikum Noor.' Haya said her Salam, right after she picked up the call. ' wa-.' Noor couldn't even reply, and started weeping, she was terrified to her core. 'Noor? Kia hua? Batao!' Haya panicked. (What happened? Tell me?) When Noor didn't reply, Haya again spoke. ' Ghar per hona? Mai aarahi hu.' Shuffling could be heard from the other side of the phone. ( You're at home? I'll come) 'Haya? Ek kaam kerdo.' Noor hurriedly spoke. (Do one thing) 'kia?' Haya's voice held uncertainty. (What?) ' raaste Mai, pharmacy store se-' Noor stopp
MATURE CONTENT. This was it? Was it really going to be like this? It was destined to be like this! Why? Why me? I was not ready! Even though I wanted to give this marriage a chance but I was not prepared for it. My breaths were shallow. Tears were profusely leaking. But he had no effect? Was he heartless? Why was he so cruel? He started kissing me. With his one hand firmly holding my jaw and the other on my stomach, caressing it now and then slightly. His kiss was demanding. He squashed my jaw hard, making me moan in pain. He takes full advantage and shoves his tongue inside my mouth and expertly explore my mouth. I was trying to wriggle out from under him, but his viselike grip on my waist and stomach was keeping me in place. His one hand grasping my jaw, the other on my waist. My hands tied, my face held firmly in place, and his hips restraining me. I was completely helpless and totally on his Mercy. His erection was against my stomach, I could feel it. I felt my heart sink
I was accepting him, slowly but I was trying my best. Although I had no reason to, but still I was willing to give him a chance. he never gave me a single reason to forgive and forget about his previous harsh behavior. I was trying my best to forget about everything happened in the past, and move on. But how?I was sitting in the university's cafeteria as the driver didn't come to pick me up yet. Haya said she was not feeling well, so she didn't attend the lecture, and so here I was waiting for the driver.' Assalamualaikum, Noor bibi!' someone said from behind, which made me to turn my head and look up, only to find Fuzail Shaikh, standing there, smiling.What the hell! How dare he to come here again! Was the rukhsati not enough for him? He was surely dangerous.' ap yaha Kia kerrahe hai?' I asked in a sharp tone as I stood up from the bench with wild eyes. He was the reason, Meri rukhsati Arman ke sath jaldi Hui! How can I forget?(What are you doing here?)' itna ghussa? Mai to sir