Her Step Husband

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We were living a good life but one day, an accident struck us which caused me to become an orphan. My grandfather died from the impact of this news while the women in the house turned more against me. They didn't let me live peacefully. They made me do many hard tasks which was too harsh for a four years old kid.

My Ammi had a university friend. After her marriage, Ammi continued her studies, and hence, Aunt Aqia; her friend knew all the circumstances. She supported me throughout this disaster. She wanted to send me back to my maternal grandparents as she knew how the relatives from my father's side were against me but my stepmother didn't let her do so.

One day when she came to meet me, she was dumbfounded seeing me mopping the entire floor. Maybe that was shocking for her but I had been doing this since I was lost my parents. Other than that, I was born with beatings as well. My whole body was covered with bruises and wounds. Seeing this, she quickly condemned this act of my stepmother.

Aunt Aqia rapidly contacted the police and showed them the oppression that was happening to me by taking a picture of my bruises. Police were quick to react and hence they decided to send me to my maternal grandparents' house. But as they were already outrageous at my Ammi, they disowned me and said they had no relation to me. Maybe Baba's first wife wanted me to get lost as she became satisfied with her revenge against my mother in these two months, as she also threw me out of my house. 

And then Aunt Aqia had brought me to her house. She adopted me legally and now it had been years, I had been living with her. The love, affection, and support she gave me was so beautiful that I started respecting her on the same level as a mother had the right to.

This was the reason I called her Aqia Mama. A distinct way of calling a figure you would consider your mother.

Aqia Mama had.....

A knock on her door interrupted her. She lifted the curtain of her long eyelashes from her deep and big brown eyes from her diary and turned around on her rocking chair. A maid was there, looking at her respectfully.

"AssalamoAlaikum, Unaiza Baji." Seeing her attention on her, the maid greeted her.

(A/N: Baji: Sister)

She smiled. "Walaikum Assalam. What is it?"

"Begum Sahiba is calling you," she told her the reason for her arrival.

Unaiza nodded. "Okay. I'll come in a while. You can leave."

As the maid was gone, Unaiza closed her diary and stood. Her small, cute diary had a light yellow cover which was like a best friend for her for a lot of years. She referred to it as her 'Dear Diary'. A safe place where she let her every thought to be saved, every happiness to make an inkling for the future and every hardship to next time realize that once she had a difficult time than the present. And of course, another thing. How could she forget it? This diary had become a secret keeper of her. A secret which she had been hiding from everyone else. Something that she had harbored for decades and cherished like a beloved deposit.

Unaiza put the diary in the drawer before coming out of her room. In the lounge, she found Aqia and Tashfeen. Their faces had an expression that she couldn't decipher.

"Aqia Mama, you called me?" She raised a brow after greeting both of them one by one.

"Hmm. Sit here, Iza." Aqia gestured towards the sofa in front.

Unaiza did as she asked and gave her a questionable look.

"Just a while ago, Haider called your Papa. He said that he will come tomorrow with Ishmal and Jannat," she informed her with excitement.