Assalamu Alaikum. I hope you all are doing good. 

So before starting to write and you click to read this short story, I want to clarify some matters so that later no one comment anything absurd on it and I won't be tolerating any nasty comments on this story.

If you don't like such topics I'm glad, you know the exit. Please don't be bothered to read it.

Firstly, this story has the set-up of an Asian Muslim community but that doesn't mean what I've portrayed in this story defines Islam. Remember DO NOT CONFUSE culture with religion. No such activities are involved with Islam. Islam doesn't encourage any violence, abusing women and superiority of men.

It's purely culture, thoughts and way people have grown up to.

THIS STORY ISN'T SPIRITUAL AT ALL.

Secondly, the actions of this story have been inspired from actual life, therefore things might get ugly and intense because such moments do occur in reality. Some parts of it has been inspired from my own life, some are from other people I know.

This story speaks for all the girls out there, whose lives remained unheard. 

***ALERT***

Weak hearts aren't suggested to read it. It contains violence, abuse and trigger content. Please be aware of what you are reading.

People from all around the world are heartily welcomed to read it.

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I wrote this story to paint the darker sides of humans that really do exist in real life and how victims deal with it. 

If you're ready go ahead and give this a shot. 

This story isn't a complete work of fiction but the names, places and characters are imaginary. 

DO NOT COPY MY WORK. DO SOMETHING  ORIGINAL OF YOURS. YOU WILL BE MORE APPRECIATED FOR IT CUPCAKES.

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Now lets turn the page and dive into the story.