(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...
Kitni mehnat lagti hai yaar ye sab sochne mai. Mera toh dimag ka dahi ho gaya hai. Me when I run out of ideas :
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One year later.
"Kahan marr gayi ho, GULEY!!!" Zoya's voice boomed, echoing through the room, and Guley hurriedly entered, clutching a bottle of oil in her hand. Zoya sat on the bed, once shared with her beloved husband but now occupied by her two-year-old son, Mustakeem, who was her entire world.
"Maazrat bibi ji, mai bas aa he rahi thi," Guley apologized, her tone contrite as she stood before Zoya.
Zoya shot her a sharp look, her head throbbing with pain. "Aise konse kaam mai phas gayi thi, aadhe ghante se bula rahi hu?" she demanded, her voice tinged with frustration.
"Ji wo Aynoor bibi school se aagyi thi na, aaj unke aur Yazdaan baba k imtehaan khatam ho chuke hai na toh bas unhe khana paroos rahi thi," Guley explained, providing every detail of the situation. Zoya's expression darkened with anger at the mention of Aynoor's name.
"Tumhare ilawa koi hai nahi kya waha?" Zoya's voice cut through the air, laced with bitterness, and Guley flinched at the sharpness of her tone.
"Chote Khan ka hukum hai k choti bibi k saare kaam mai he karu," Guley explained, her voice trembling slightly. Zoya's envy towards Aynoor was palpable, both for her devoted husband and her blossoming beauty.
"Haa haa thik hai tum mere sarr mai maalish kardo mera sar phat raha hai," Zoya ordered curtly, and Guley obediently began massaging her head, hoping to alleviate some of her mistress's discomfort.
Five minutes passed in silence, broken only by the soothing rhythm of Guley's hands working through Zoya's hair. Eventually, Guley couldn't resist the urge to break the silence.
"Bibi ji, kuch araam mila?" she ventured cautiously, hoping to gauge Zoya's mood.
Zoya nodded slightly, her anger slightly tempered by the massage. "Mustakeem k kuch kapde hai yaha dho dena. Tum khud dhona kissi aur pe mujhe bharosa nahi," she instructed, her gaze softening as she looked at her son.
Guley smiled warmly at Mustakeem before replying, "Ji bibi ji," and Zoya let out a sigh, feeling a small sense of relief settle over her.
"Tumne doctor se appointment li thi?" Zoya inquired, her tone softer now, and Guley paused in her ministrations, her expression filled with sorrow.
"Ji, gaye thy hum waha lekin doctor sahab ne bola k na mujh mai aur naa he mere miya mai koi dikkat hai. Bas qismat ki baat hai," Guley replied, her voice heavy with disappointment. Zoya let out a sigh, her heart aching for her loyal servant.
"Ye toh bohat achi baat hai, Guley. Allah pe bharosa rakhna wo tumhe aulaad ataa kar he dega," Zoya said gently, her words filled with reassurance. Despite her own struggles and frustrations, Zoya recognized the importance of faith and hope in times of despair.
