Chapter -1

Erina's p.o.v

" Mujhe Sarab ki payse chahiye( I want money for alcohol)," Abbu(father) said angrily and we heard a slapping sound echoing through the whole room. We also heard Ammi's crying sound indicating Abbu has slapped Ammi very hard.

We are listening to everything from the kitchen. We are crying for our mother and praying to Allah to stop all the tortures on her.

I looked at my sisters who are already looking at me with their teary eyes.

It's early in the morning and I am in the kitchen with my sisters. We are preparing breakfast for our father who is busy abusing our mother. It's not the first time that he is abusing her. It has become a habit for him to beat my mother like an animal. If we try to stop him then he doesn't bother to raise his hand on us as well.

" Hum apko ek futi kori bhi nehi denge. Woh payse hum Eshal ki college fees ki liye bacha kar rakhe hey( I will not give a single penny to you. I have kept the money for Eshal's college fees)," I heard Ammi replied angrily with her trembling voice.

Abbu said roaring like a lion," I will see how you don't give me money."

After that, we started hearing Ammi's numerous crying and begging. We heard Abbu's abusive languages and Ammi's screaming of pain.

The more time was going and the more Ammi's screaming was getting louder. If Abbu continues to beat Ammi like that then she will be dead very soon.

I couldn't control myself anymore and run into my room. I took out my salary of this month and ran towards my parent's room.

" Don't hurt her anymore. I am giving you the money," I said entering into the room and forwarded my right hand which was having money.

He took the money from my hand and said giving a glare to my mother," I am leaving her right now. If she again denies giving me the money then I will not spare her."

Saying all these he left the room and I ran towards my mother who is lying on the floor with her injured body.

" Don't cry, Ammi. Everything will be fine," I said helping my mother to get up from the floor.

Ammi said hissing in pain," I will die one day tolerating all his beatings."

" Ammi, just let me complete my graduation. After my graduation, I will take a good job and leave this house with you and my sisters. Don't worry," I said hugging my mother tightly where tears aren't stopping from my eyes.



I am consoling my mother when I heard Abbu's angry voice from the dining room. I am wondering what happened now.

He yelled from there," Yay roti hey!! ( Is this bread). Kisne banaya hey yay( who made this?). Why is it so hard?

Without wasting any time I went into dining room and found him yelling at my sisters. They are just looking down and trembling because of fear.

" I made the bread," I said and he looked at me so angrily like he will eat me alive anytime.

He threw the bread on my face and taunted," You are also like your mother. Useless. You can't even make bread properly. Useless shits!!!"

I just closed my eyes and didn't reply back. If I say something then he will beat me as well.

I always feel very unfortunate whenever I think that he is my father. I wonder if everyone's father is like that!! Or, am I the only one who is unfortunate. My father hates us because we are girls. In his opinion, we are useless and burdens on him. It's the 21st century, still, some people like my father thinks girls as a burden. I and my sisters tried our best to make my father proud but Alas! He never cared for us nor he praised us for once. If we were boys then the situation would be different and my mother would not have to bear all the horrors for years. Is it a crime to be born as a girl?

My trail of thoughts are cut when I heard my father's roaring sound," Agli bar hamne...........( If next time I...........)

He couldn't complete his sentence when I apologised," Sorry, Abbu. Won't happen again. I will be careful next time."

" You should be," He said and left the house shutting the door angrily.

I am still shedding my tears when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked behind and found my mother.

She hugged me and I also hugged her back. She is soaking my dress with her tears.

She said crying," I don't know dear what crime I have done that Allah gave me a husband like him."

" Everything will be fine," I said timidly and sighed. I don't know when everything will be fine.

She replied stroking my hairs," I always pray to Allah to give you a good man as your husband. I pray to Him to give you a person who will respect you and love you."

I mentally thought wiping my tears," Allah has heard your prayers Ammi. I love someone who not only loves me but also respects me and every woman."

I remembered Amaan and his promises. He promised me that no matter what he will marry me anyhow. He will support me in every difficulty. He told me that he will take care of me and my family as his own. He will do anything to free my family from my abusive father.

" Allah will grant your prayers. Don't worry," I said to Ammi with a smile and remembered Amaan. I love him more than myself and wish to spend the rest of my life with him.

Author's p.o.v

" Sir, come this way," A man wearing a bodyguard type dress said to another man who is wearing a blue Armani suit and looking very handsome.

He is looking like any kind of celebrity as guards are surrounding him for his safety. His face expression is very calm and neutral.

The celebrity type man entered into a luxurious room and ordered his guards," Stay outside."

The guards obliged him by lowering their head and only one man who is none other than the celebrity type person's PA followed him.

" Welcome, Mr Qureshi. I was waiting for you," A man said who is in his early 60s said to the celebrity type man.

Mr Qureshi replied politely," Hello, Mr Ahuja. Finally, I am meeting you."

" Please, have a seat," Mr Ahuja said to Mr Qureshi gesturing to the expensive couch.

Mr Qureshi sat on the couch crossing his legs like a dominant. He said to Mr Ahuja," Thanks for your invitation. I think we should start our conversation about the new deal."

" Why so hurry, Mr Qureshi? Abhi abhi to aye hey aap. Kya lengi aap? Thnda ya garam?( You have just arrived! What will you have? Hot or cold? ( Referring to tea, coffee or drinks), Mr Ahuja asked sitting in front of Mr Quereshi.

Mr Qureshi politely denied," It's fine. I am fine. Kam ki bat karle( Shall we start talking about work?)

" Itni bhi kya jaldi! Hamare pass thanda yaya garam ke lava or bhi bohut kuch hey. ( Why so hurry? I have many other things apart from hot and cold)," Mr Ahuja said playfully and Mr Qureshi raised his one brow in a questioning manner.

Mr Ahuja clapped his hands and three beautiful girls entered into the room wearing almost nothing. Looking at their behaviour and seductive looks it is sure that the girls are high profile escorts.

They came towards Mr Ahuja and one of them sat straight into his lap. The other two sat beside Mr Ahuja and started roaming their hands seductively on his body.

Mr Qureshi looked away seeing the shameless acts of Mr Ahuja.

" Pehle thoda mouj masti kar ligiye. Kam ki bat to hote rahegi(First have some fun. We can talk about work later)," Mr Ahuja said winking at Mr Qureshi who is now looking at everything with his void eyes.

Hearing Mr Ahuja's shameless words, Mr Qureshi asked," Kya aap shadi shuda hey, Mr Ahuja? ( Are you married, Mr Ahuja?)"

" Yes. Why are you asking? Mr Ahuja asked confusingly.

" We can't be partners then," Mr Qureshi said with a blank voice and stood up to leave the room.

Mr Ahuja became surprised and asked," What happened, Mr Qureshi? We haven't even started talking about our deal."

Saying that he also stood up and signalled the girls to leave the room immediately.

" I can't do any business with a cheater," Mr Qureshi replied sternly.

Mr Ahuja asked confusingly," What do you mean?"

" You are cheating with your wife by having extramarital affairs. And I don't like doing business with cheaters," Mr Qureshi said with his deep raspy voice.

Mr Ahuja chuckled hearing Mr Qureshi and said," Come on, Mr Qureshi. Don't be silly. Businessmen like us can have affairs even after having wives. It's not a big deal."

Saying that he rested his one hand on Mr Qureshi's shoulder. He gave an ugly smug to Mr Qureshi.

Mr Qureshi first looked at the hand and then looked at Mr Ahuja's wrinkled & old face.

He ordered with a tight voice," Hat hatah(Remove your hand)"

" Huh!" Mr Ahuja uttered confusingly when Mr Quereshi jerked off his hand from his shoulder.

Mr Ahuja couldn't balance himself and landed on the floor. He looked at Mr Qureshi angrily.

Mr Qureshi said rudely," Cheating is something which I despise the most. I, Zayed Bin Qureshi will never do business with such a perverted and cheater person like you."

Saying that he left the room angrily leaving behind a dumbfounded Mr Ahuja. He doesn't know that Mr Qureshi is going to expose his true face in front of Mr Ahuja's wife. Because in Mr Qureshi's opinion cheating and betrayal is an unforgivable crime.