Meher •completed•

3.

"Chalo bibi niklo mere ghar se, aur tumhe khuda ka wasta hai apni shakal dobara matt dikhana." Her sister in law said picking up her bag and dragging it outside. (C'mon girl get out of my house and for gods sake never turn up at my door.)

She looked around the room one last time, the blue walls with falling plaster, her small bed, the trunks kept under them which had her clothes, her chair and table, her doll Sameera, she was leaving everything behind, she was leaving her old life and her memories behind, never planning on returning back to them.

As she stepped out of her room, she saw her mother and Zohra khala waiting outside for her and of course there was her sister in law and only person she truly loved in this family - Humayun her nephew.
A small smile stretched across her lips as she saw him standing next to his mother dressed in a black kurta and diaper.

Meher bent down and wrapped her arms around his tiny frame as a lone tear left her eye.

"MeMe." He squealed in delight.

"I'll always remember you." She whispered and kissed his forehead.

"Meher." The voice made her conscious of her surrounding again. She quickly wiped her tear and stood up turning around to face her brother. Behind him stood a man, with Hazel eyes and a raven mop of curly hair, sporting a five o'clock shadow clad in a black shirt and black pants. Was he her shohar ? (Husband)

"Rukaiya go get the Quran time for Meher's Rukhsati." Junaid said walking towards her, Meher had unknowingly taken a step behind distancing herself from him.

"Quran mere sar par rakhne ka kya fayda bhai, jab kafan me lapet kar aap mujhe bech rahe hai." She said looking at him blankly. She could see a flicker of emotions in his eyes before they were channelled into pure fury. (What is the purpose of sending me away under the shelter of Quran when you are selling away a dead me.)

"Arham sahab I think it's time you leave, you have a long way to go." Junaid said trying his best to control his anger.

Meher saw the man she now associated with the name of Arham shake hands with her brother and he then walked out of the door, not sparing a glance at her.

She turned on her heels to leave but stopped when her mother called out to her.

"Meher meri jaan." Minahil said. "Won't you hold your amma one last time."

"No." Meher replied. "I pray to God that after today, none of you see my face ever again." She said and stomped out of the house.

Meher stepped out of the threshold hauling her big bag and looked around for the man in black, but she found no one.

"Meher Bibi ?" A man dressed in a chauffeur's clothes approached her.

"Ji."

"Sir is in the car, please come." He said taking her bag from her for which she was grateful and walking her towards a black sedan parked across the seat.

She waited for him to keep her bag in the boot of the car, he opened the right door of the backseat for her and she hopped inside.

He sat on the left side of the backseat, typing furiously into his laptop.
The driver got in and started the engine and their journey, to where she did not know.

An hour or two after aimlessly looking outside the window, she fell asleep only to be woken up by the sound of the car door closing.

The space next to hers was empty. She looked around to see they were parked outside a mansion.

"Do you mind telling me which city we are in ?" She asked the driver who looked at her with confusion from the rear view mirror.

"Uhh .. we are in Lahore Ma'am."

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Preview of Chapter 4

"Yo..you want me to bed her, fuck her, impregnate her huh ? Don't worry my love that's what I'll do." He said in a hoarse voice, controlling the tsunami of emotions trying to drown him.

"I'll made sure she does all her wifely duties, you are free to do what you want." He said and left, closing the door with a loud thud.

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