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"Raahu, mai zabardasti to nahi kar rahi

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"Raahu, mai zabardasti to nahi kar rahi. Per tum yaha tak pahuchi kaise. Matlab tunhare language se to tum padhi likhi ghar ki lagti ho." Seema asked as we washed utensils. It was past midnight but there were many left for us to clean.

Usually, we slept early but today it was our duty to clean kitchen.

"Umm..mere baba ne mujhe ghar se nikal diya. Chalo, kaam karke mai tumhe puri kahani batati hu. Mere bachpan se lekar ab tak ka." I said as I washed the plate and she dried it.

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After an hour, we both left to our room. Locking the door, we sat on our mattress.

"Ha to ab batao." She looked pretty excited. I laughed at her enthusiasm and mindlessly carressed my baby bump. It's already three months.
"Mai bohot choti thi. Lagh bagh 8-9 saal ki jab meri ek bohot pyari dost hua karti thi. Wo mujhse 4 saal choti thi per bhi wo mere saath hi khelti thi. Or mujhe accha bhi lagta tha." I remembered my old days.

"Umi...tum hamesha mere saath hi kyu khelti ho. Mai to tumse badi hu na." I asked as I gently pushed the swing.

Laughing she replied, "kyuke aapi ek aap hi ho jo mujhe apna samjhte ho. Baaki sab mere bhai ke darr se mujhse durr rehte hai." She laughed again as I pushed her higher.

"Raahat....raahat. Beta tum iske saath kya kar rahi ho...chalo ander. Maine kitni dafa mana kiya hai is ladki ke saath khelne." Her mother took her away from the little, while she sat there crying.

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"Ammi aap mujhe uske saath khelne kyu nahi dete. Wo to bacchi hai na, usne kya bigada hai aapka?" I asked suddenly angry that my mother took me away from my only friend.

"Wo tumhari koi dost nahi hai. Wo tumhari dushman hai. Tum janti bhi ho, tumhare dada or tumhare baba uski shadi yahya se tay karna chahte hai. Or tum chahti ho na ke tum yahya ki dulhan bano. To agar wo rahegi to tum kaise banogi." She glared at me. Now I understood why she told me to stay away from her. She was planning to snatch my yahya from me.

He is my best friend, my soulmate. How can I live without him.

"Phir...phir kya hua." She asked with a serious expression on her face.

I smiled sadly, while remembering the day they both got married.

"Mamma, aapne kaha tha. Yahya mera hoga. Per...per wo..to..us..se.shadi kar...raha hai..mai kaise rahungi...mai marr jaungi..." I was 13 and was already planning my wedding when suddenly dadaji dropped the bomb.

Ammi had hugged me, and told me that, "ek gaya to kya hua, dusra to haina. Ab tumhe saaqib se mohabbat karni hogi." She had said. But what she didn't know was that I would really fall in love with him.

 Mehram. محرم  Dove le storie prendono vita. Scoprilo ora