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Isha's POV,

"Arshad malik wald marhoom kamran malik kya apko Isha Abdullah dukhtar marhoom Jameel Abdullah se ye nikkah qubool hai? (Do you Arshad malik son of Kamran malik accepts isha Abdullah daughter of Abdullah Jameel as your lawful wife?)"

"Qubool hai" (I do)
"Qubool hai"
"Qubool hai"

"Isha Abdullah dukhtar marhoom jameel Abdullah kya apko Arshad malik wald marhoom kamran malik se ye nikkah qubool hai? ( Do you Isha Abdullah daughter of Abdullah Jameel accept Arshad malik son of Kamran malik as your lawful husband?)"

A shiver ran down my spine as I saw the man sitting in front of me looking like the dead. His head was lowered but I could still see the tears falling from his eyes. I didn't want this, I didn't want to cause a problem in his life but I don't have a choice. If I say no they will burn me and I don't want to die. Allah show me this way to live how could I denied him? I close my eyes as my tears fall.

Please forgive me

I asked forgiveness from him and his wife before saying.

"Qubool hai" (I do)
"Qubool hai"
"Qubool hai"

And here I become his second wife

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I sat inside the room as everyone discussing something probably bargain about me outside. A broken chuckled left my mouth with few tears. I never wanted this. I never wanted to be sold but here I was. Sold. Not to anyone else but my husband.

I cried covering my face.
"Baji" I heard Najma's voice. She uncovers my face and made me look at her. "Baji, please don't cry" she wipes my tears.

"Crying is become my fate Naju.. Crying is become my fate" I mumbled sobbing.

"No baaji. Don't say like this. Insha Allah you will have a better life than you have here" she tries to console me but how can I tell her what I was feeling?

"You know na, why I elope from the house? Because I didn't want to be sold. but look najma! Even though I'm married but still I'm sold. He will give them money before taking me, His wife! And the cherry on top he's already married to someone else. It would've been better if I would've married that old man rather than ruining someone else marriage" I cried again covering my face. "I would never forgive myself. I could never look him in the eyes. After he purchases me I would be his slave nothing more. He has a wife he doesn't need me. Why this has to happen to me khudaya!(lord)? Why!?"

I felt her arms wrapped around me. I didn't know how much I cried but we pulled apart when we heard a knock. My eyes met with his Brown one. A shiver ran down my spine as he stared at me. I immediately look down and clean my face with the back of my hand.

"We should leave" he spoke. I nodded and look at Najma.

"Baji" she hugged me tightly. "Baji don't think negative. He saved you from those evil people. You should be thankful to Allah and Arshad bhai. what happened it was not your fault. It was all planned by Allah. We should accept his decision. Allah gives you another chance to live and about his first wife, Then baji you have to accept her before you accept your husband. I read somewhere, marriage base on patience and adjustment. And you need both of them" she said and pulled back.

She looks back at HIM then turns to me with a small smile. "When he didn't even know you, He saved you from them. He stood in front of you as your shield when those people try to burn you. he even jeopardizes his marriage for you. Then just think Baji, now you're his wife, which extent he could go to protect you, his wife, from this cruel world" My eyes unconsciously went to him. He stood there with a straight face but he was tapping his foot which seems to me that he was impatient to go from here. He couldn't hear us as he was stood far away from us.

"Take care" I kissed her forehead and walk toward the door while najma drags my old suitcase. Seeing the suitcase I stopped a few feet away from him remembering about my bag. That bag had my parents' photo and mother's jewelry. "Najma my bag?" I asked with my trembling lips.

"Oh, baji I don't know about that bag. And I couldn't ask Amma as she won't let you take that. But I will go to that barn house and will collect your bag and when we meet again Insha Allah I will give you" she said assuring me.

"But that bag has my amma's belongings and amma and Baba's picture. I want it"

"Baji please trust me. I will keep that bag save" My tears rolled down as I realized I had to leave that bag here. "Okay," I turn and saw him walking away from there. I followed him.

"You know you can't take her before paying" a voice makes us halted at our place. We turn to see My stepmother was coming toward us. "First give me 10 million as per as our deal" I closed my eyes biting my lips as the humiliating tears escape my eyes.

"Which deal?" I heard his cold voice.

"Deal, that you will marry her and give me 10 million before taking her with you"

"I never make a deal like this. I said I will marry her and I did. About money, I never said I will give you" my eyes shot open and I stared at him. He was glaring at my stepmother.

"Tum mujhe dhoka nahi de sakte! Mai nahi le jaane dungi tumhe ise! ( You can't betray me! I won't let you take her!)"

"Agar ap ko Yaad na ho to yaad dila dun.. Kharida nahi hai mai ne ise.. Nikkah kiya hai. Biwi hai ye meri. Aur pura gaon iska gawah hai. (if your forgetting then I remind you that I did not purchase her. I marry her. She is my wife. And this whole village witness our marriage) You have no right to stop me from taking her. I won't give you any money." He smirks and looks at me. My tear escape but this time not because of humiliation but because of relief and content. He saved me from losing my self-respect.

"I won't let you take her" my stepmother yelled and marched toward me making my eyes widened in fear but he stood in front of me.

"Take another step toward her and you will see whom you messing with. She is not only your stepdaughter anymore but my wife" his cold and dangerous voice spoke. I shivered.

"I will see...."

"You can take her. She is your wife. No one has the right to stop you" I heard that old man spoke.

"Bhaijaan..."

"Let them go famida. Your the one who made them marry in front of all the villagers, now let him take his wife" he said with a visible smirk on his face. I saw my mother's face pale.

"Let's go" I was starting at mother who was glaring at me with hatred. I felt my stomach churn when I heard him and then felt him holding my wrist. I felt Goosebumps on that spot where he touches. He drags my suitcase with one hand and with another hand he held my wrist. I stared at his back while kept following him. Najma's word rang in my mind.

"Then just think Baji, now your his wife, which extent he could go to protect you, his wife, from this cruel world"

Here I felt protected. Now I was not alone in this world. I had a husband who will protect me from every harm and every pain.

Little did I know he will give me the worst pain.

He opens the car door for me without looking at me. I quietly sat in the car. He went to the other side and sat in and began the engine. I kept my gaze on my lap while fidgeting with my fingers in nervousness. After a few minutes, I realized he was driving between the forest. I wanted to tell him there was not any road that could lead us to the main city road but kept my mouth shut as I don't dare to talk to him.

He stopped the car in the middle of nowhere and got out of the car, making sweat formed on my forehead. I look up and saw him walking inside the forest.

"Ya, khudaya kaha chale gaye yeh?(oh God, where he left)"

I thought looking around. Few minutes pass but he didn't come. I was about to get out of the car when I saw him walking toward the car holding something. Bag? My bag. He sat in the car and place the bag on my lap. My eyes filled up and I took out a picture of my parents. Staring at them I shed few tears while running my fingers on the photo frame.

He began the car engine again and we drove toward our New journey.

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"Suno (hey)"

"Suno, utho (hey, wake up)" I heard someone calling someone which caused me to stirred but Not paying attention I again try to sleep.

"Utho! Mai tumse baat kar raha hun (wake up! I'm talking to you)" I jolted up hearing a loud voice. My eyes widened seeing my surrounding.  I properly cover myself with my dupatta. While my mind replayed what had happened in my life in just a few hours. I look at the man who was my husband now was sitting beside me while his eyes were on the road but I know he was the one who was waking me up.

"J..ji? (Yes?)" Looking down on my lap I asked in almost whispered.

"Let's go" he got out of the car. I tried to open the door but... I don't know how to? I never sat in the car before. I only see it in the movies. I didn't know anything about those things. My eyes filled up and hands began trembling in embarrassment.

What will he think of me? He will laugh. He will make fun of me or maybe he will be angry that I'm so dumb. I don't know anything. I'm illiterate.

Suddenly my side of the car door opened making me came out of my self-pity. I look up and saw him standing in front of me with a serious face. I got out while he closes the door. He took my suitcase and walk toward the building while holding my bag I silently followed him.

We went inside the elevator and he presses the 7 number button. I stood on the other side of the corner. The Elevators door open and he walks dragging my suitcase follow by me.

He stood in front of the door and ring the bell. I stood next to him. My heart began racing. I was nervous, scared, and panic. I didn't know where he brought me.

What if, this is his house? What if,  inside will be his wife? How will she react? Will she slap me? Will she hurt me? Will she throw me out of here? Will she make Him divorce me? Where will I go after then? I don't know anyone. I can't go back to my village. Ya khudaya, what will I do?

All the questions make me feel sick to the core. Sweat formed on my forehead and hands while all the color drain of my face. My body started trembling.

"Don't worry it's not my home" he said making my look up to him. His eyes were still on the door but maybe he took glims of my trembling body from the corner of his eyes.

Relief washes over me hearing that we were not standing in front of his house. But if we weren't. then where are we?

My thoughts interrupted when someone opens the door. A very handsome looking man opens the door. He was around Arshad's age.

"What were you doing?" He asked.

"I was in the shower" that man replied and glance at me his eyes widened. I move behind Arshad hiding from this unknown man's gaze. "What the hell dude! Why you bring her here?!" He started shouting.

"I already told you, Adil," Arshad said with a bored tone

"And I told you not to..."

"Adil, give me the keys. I'll talk to you later" Arshad cut him in the middle and spoke. Adil stared at him for a few moments before nodding and went inside. After a few minutes, he came and handed the keys to Arshad and tilted a little to see me but I again hide behind Arshad.

"You're in a big trouble Arshad" Adil mumbled and close the door. Arshad turns around. I lowered my head. He walks past me while I followed him. After a few steps, he stood in front of another door and open the door with the keys. Opening the door he stood giving me a space to go inside. I slowly step inside mumbling. "Assalamualaikum"

I heard him closing the door. I turn around and saw him still standing there while for the first time straightly staring at me. My eyes immediately went to the floor. I clutched my bag. I Didn't know what to do or say?

I wasn't scared of him. Why would I? he was my husband. I was just afraid to see his reaction. He didn't utter a word till now but I know He will burst out anytime.

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How was it?

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Will he take his anger and frustration out on Isha or will he stay silent?

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