Hazal looked at Fahad's body laying on the floor and then moved her gaze to the man who was now standing in front of her.

"Apny kamry main jao" Jalal spoke but Hazal was too shocked to do anything.
"APNY KMARY MAIN JAO MAINE KAHA" his loud voice made her flinch.
The kitchen was quite far from the living room so most probably no one had heard Jalal's voice.

Hazal ran to her room and closed the door.
She walked towards the bed and placed her hand on her rapidly beating heart.

She had always been scared of her maternal cousins.
The girls hated her and all of the boys were immensely disgusting.

Tears sprung to her eyes but she hastily wiped them away.

She got scared every time someone would Yell At her or speak in a louder voice, she knew it was pathetic but her heart couldn't help it and showed it's fright through her tears.

Her thoughts then drifted to the man in black, he looked scary with a clenched jaw and clenched fists...which were turning white

'meri Kya galaty Jo mujhsy aisy baat kr rhy thy' Hazal galred at the carpet and huffed with glassy eyes.

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"Kl college sy a ky seedha hmary taraf " Qainat glared and hugged Hazal ,who nodded and then turned towards her mother in law.

"Alla'hafiz bari ammi" Hazal kissed Maryam's cheek and smiled when she caressed her head.
"Tumhary ankhian kyun laal hain..." Maryam begum questioned worriedly

"Kuch nhi Bari ammi..bss wo thand ki wajah sy ho gyn" Hazal chuckled nervously as the grey haired woman kissed her head.

" 'mmiii" she heard a loud voice that she knew by heart.
" Ammi ki jaan..." She picked him up and settled him on her hip.
She walked towards a corner and stood there...feeling too exhausted to do anything else.

She had asked Maryam if Ayaan could stay with her for the night but The woman had suggested her to ask Jalal.
Hazal thinked about it for a moment.

She gracefully decided not to.

'mera bhi beta hai...mere saath rahy ga' Hazal stated to herself with confidence.

From a distance she could see Fahad standing in a corner and her anxiety started spiking up.

Hazal knew that Jalal hadn't wanted to cause any drama.... especially when her sister's alliance was being fixed...hence Fahad's presence in the house.

She relaxed when she felt a warm presence behind her who kissed Ayaan's head , which was resting in the crook of her neck.

His stubble tickling her skin.

She was naraz with him but just his ' being there', being in the same room was more than any reassurance anyone could ever give her.

She suddenly felt a hand resting on her waist, it gripped her flesh and pulled her body backwards, attaching her back to his front.

Her eyes widened at his shameless action.
She gripped his bigger hand in her small dainty ones to get it off her body but the stubborn man wouldn't let go, taking advantage of his bigger body.

"Chorainn" she whisper-yelled, sure that her cheeks resembled two tomatoes by now.

"Upar Chalo mere saath" Jalal tilted his head towards the stairs, telling her to start moving.

Hazal sighed.
She knew that the man wouldn't leave until she'd agree.

She started walking towards the stairs while he walked behind her.
Hazal made sure to keep an annoyed expression on her face, which didn't go unnoticed by Jalal.

He closed the door as She stood with her back facing him.
Hazal placed Ayaan on the bed as he slept peacefully.

She straightened her back and adjusted her dupatta.
Jalal walked behind her and just as she was about to turn around, he swinged his arm around her stomach, resting his chin on her head.

"Sorry?" He said but it came out more like a question than a statement.
She turned around and looked up at him with tearfull eyes.

No, not her tears.
He could never stand her precious tears.

"Mujhy pehly hi drr lg rha tha aur upar sy apny mujhsy unchy awaaz main bhi baat ki" she accused him and Jalal found himself falling for his small, precious girl all over again.

"Mujhy maaf kr do...gussa Aya tha....I'm sorry" he cupped her face in his large hands, rubbing his yhums on her cheeks.
"Aur phir tum itny pyary lgh rhy thy...aur wo kamina tumhy aisy gandi Nazar sy dekh Raha tha...control mhi hua mujh sy...I'm.sorry...so sorry Maine apny jaan sy unchy awaaz main baat ki" he caressed her cheeks.

She sniffled and then looked up at him with a pink hue on her cheekbones.
He hugged her shoulders, bringing her in to his chest as he kissed her head repeatedly.

She finally wounded her arms around his waisted and exhaled a sigh of relief.

"Yahan bhetyn" Hazal told him while inspecting his bruised knuckels.

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"Kis soch main bhety ho?" Qainat questioned a very lost looking Hazal.
"Huh!" She jumped on her spot at the sudden sound.

"Kya baat hai" Qainat sat beside her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
Hazal turned her head towards her best friend and looked at her for a moment, then looked back at the soft lilac walls of her bedroom.

"Kch nhii...bss aisy hi soch rhy thy".
"Kya socha ja rha tha"she questioned curiously.
"ky aurat ki zindagy kitny mushkil hoty hai..." Hazal mumbled and
Qainat found herself nodding, agreeing with Her words .

" main kbhi kbhi sochty hun...hum to kitny aur lrkyion sy khushkismat Hain Jo hmary shadi ki baat abh a ky ho rhy Hai....un skbh ka Kya jo choty choty Umar main hi kisi ajnabee k Ghar bhejy jaty Hain...Jo khud bacchyian hoty hain aur aur bacchy palny bhejy jaty Hain" Qainat wiped the tears that escaped Hazal's eye as she tried to not cry herself.

Qainat knew exactly what Hazal was talking about...A few hours prior they had received the news of the death one of their close school friend....who had been vowed off to a man who was already married.

The other night he had killed her.

" Janty hun Hazi...lekin hm in sbh main Kya kr skty Hain sawaye Allah ka shukar ada Krny ky aur Amna k lie dua krny ky...hmm?..." The brunette explained to her.

"Han to krty hun na main Allah ka shukar ada...boht krty hun...ky Allah ny mujhy Jalal jesy shohar die...k mujhy aisa mijazi khuda ata kia jisny mujh sy baat bhi sirf khuch mahine pehly ki...mere satra saal hony ky baad" Hazal whispered while Qainat smiled, caressing her head.

Hazal had always been like this... Always caring for everyone... Always trying to make things easier for people... and sometimes, when she failed to do that, she'd cry for them...pray for their wellbeing.

Living in a desi society was far from easy, especially when the people were stuck on a rural image of the woman, Considered a heir producing machine and a maid for their houses.

Hazal admired her brothers, her father ...but the respect she had for her husband was beyond just words.

She was often reminded about the fact that she was his "property", she knew that she belonged to him the moment she arrived in this world and she absolutely despised it...and no matter how much she loved her parents they never forgot to remind her who's possesion she was.

It wasn't new for people to give off their daughters before they were even born, the exact opposite actually.

Despite Jalal having knowledge about it his whole life he had never seen Hazal more than his best friend's sister.

He had stop visiting their house the moment they had had been tied together.
There had been a few encounters between them but all of them were purely innocent.

After her seventeenth birthday she had noticed that he had started visiting her house quite often, whether it be with Ayaan or his bussiness talks with Saad.

It made her heart warm up with a respect and admiration.

"Accha yeh sbh choro...shadi ki shopping krny hai abhi...ammi aur choty ammi jany ka soch rahin thy" Qainat decided to lighten up the mood.

"Qainat...." Hazal looked towards her abdomen and Qainat understood what she meant.
"Main dood garam kr k laty hun...dard ko araam mile ga." The older girl explained and Hazal gave her a thankfull smile.

"sun yaar...tum aur ammi sbh chaly jana...mery wajah sy tum plan na kharab kro main Inshallah kl chaly jaun gy tumhary sath." Hazal stopped her before she could go to the kitchen.

Qainat nodded with a smile...knowing how painfull the first day of Hazal's period were.

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"Ghar chalyn?" Jalal questioned Ayaan as the little boy looked around his father's study.
Ayaan shifted his attention towards him and giggled when he pulled his chubby cheek.

"Alla'Hafiz " Jalal supressed his smile as his angel waved at his secretary with a gummy smile, showing his two teeth that had just started growing out.

"Mera sher" he kissed his head once they were setteled in the car.

Jalal had decided to take his little baby with him at his office today, after he had thrown tantrum after tantrum in the morning.

He parked the car after the doorman opened the gates for him and stopped him when he came to open his door.
Jalal got out ,rounded the car and opened the door like a gentelman for his little man sitting inside, who's grinning face could be visible from miles away.

The cute little moster had seen his father's door being opened a couple of times and had started mumbling about it to him , who fulfilled his wish....like all the other ones.

The mascular man picked him up when he saw him extend his small chubby hand, setting him in his arms.

Ayaan rested his head on Jalal's shoulder as tiredness took over his body.

Jalal walked in to an empty home and frowned for a second but then recalled what his sister had informed him about over the phone.

"aaj nhi hai wo" he whispered to Ayaan who was looking at the saddened expression on his father's face.

Jalal loved coming home to her scent, her jade green eyes looking up at him with such innocence...and not to forget her pink cheeks and red lips.

He slightly groaned at is thoughts and walked towards his room to place Ayaan on his bed.

As soon as he twisted the door knob his eyes didn't expect to find a petite figure sleeping on the bed, with a blanket tightly wrapped around herself.

"'mmi" Ayaan gushed pure joy as he saw Hazal.
He placed a hand on Jalal's shoulder, pulling at his collar ...demanding to be let down.

Jalal narrowed his eyes at him.
" mere saath to nhi itny khush hoty tum" Jalal questioned him playfully.

He finally placed Ayaan on the bed and sat near Hazal...admiring her stunning features.

His son cuddeled himself between her body and Jalal found himself being jealous of the tiny figure.

He brought his hand up to remove a few strands of hair from her face, which had managed to escape her messy but beautifull bun.

Hazal shuffled a little when she felt a tickling feeeling on her face and opened her eyes to only find a chocolate eyed baby kissing each part of her face, all the while giggling .

She sat up, rested her back on the head rest behind her and took Ayaan in her arms.
"aaj-mujhy-chor-ky-chaly-gye-thy-na" Hazal complained to her heart between kisses .

" 'mmi baba main" Ayaan looked at her mother with a guilty expression...trying to explain to her mother that his baba took him to work with himself.
" accha jee? mujhy to kisi ny btaya tha k aap khud apny baba ko tang kr rhy thy" Hazal continued talking with the innocent creature staring at her with his big bambi eyes.

"Main mazak kr rhy hun ammi ki jaan" she then took him in her arms as he wrapped hiis smaller ones around her neck.

HAzal tried getting up but the pain in her abdomen made it's presence known...letting a whimper of pain .

"Kya hua?" Jalal came to her side when he heard her wince when he exited the bathroom after changing.

Hazal shook her head and looked away in embaressment.
Jalal grripped her chin with his index finger and thum, turning her face towards him.

"kahan dard ho raha hai?" he questioned gently but the firmness inn his voice could be clearly heard.

"pait main" she whispered and he nodded in comprehenshion
"chalo doctor k paas chalain...nhi main doctor ko bula letaa hun" he hurriedly got up from the bed to get his phone.

Hazal gripped his hand and stopped him.
" normal hai...aaap pareshan mat hon" she explained looking at the ground.

" kuch normal nhi hain...main abhi doctor ko bula raha hun ...aur koi lafz na sunun tumahry zubaan sy" he warned.
"Jalal...jalal! Periods ayen hain mere!!!" She exclaimed and he instantly stopped moving.

Hazal closed her eyes, feeling the embarassment creep inside her.

She bit her lip as hard as she could and started fidgeting woth her fingers.

"Itny sy baat...pehly kiun nhi bataya" he said cupping her cheeks amd makimg her look at himself.

'How innocent' his mind cooed.

"Wo-..esy baat lesy btaun main apko" she.huffed.
Jalal smiled at her and started speaking again.
"Tum bheto main tumhary lie khana ly ky ata hun...aur dard ki dawa bhi idhr hi ho gy"
"Apny khaya?" Hazal questioned after turning around.

"Nahi...abhi hi aya hun...saath bhet k kjaty hain" he kissed her head while getting up.

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A few days later

"Jalal!!!" Hazal said with worry lacimg her tone.

She got up from her prayer mat and stepped towards him.

What the heck was he doing in her room at three am!

"Allah yeh kya haal bnaya hai apny" she said while inspecting his blood stained shirt and all the bruises.

"Mar dia maine usko hazal" he said with bloodshot eyes.
"Kisko?" Hazal asked hesitantly.

"Usy ko jisny inaya k saath ziyaatti ki thy" he whispered and fell on his knees.

She rushed to him and hugged him tightly...while his hands wounded around her waist.

His face burried in her shoulder as he cried.
"Maine apna wada pura kr lia hazal, usky hr zakham ka badla lia hai maine...hr cheekh ka " he said with venom.

Hazal caresses his nape as he continued  talking to her, expressing his feelings.

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