Nayab's POV:

At the end of Salat (prayer), I turned my head to the right and then to the left while saying: "As-salamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullah" twice, to the right and the left. Then I raised my hands for munajat and tears started dropping from my eyes.

"Ya Allah, aap se takatbar iss duniya mein koyi nahi hai. Aap toh sab jante hai, please mujhe sabr farmaiye. Mujhe takat farmaiye ki mein iss saari problems ka mukabla karr saku, mere maula. Rehem farmaiye mujhpe. Meri Ammi -Abbu ko Jannat naseeb farmaiye, mere Khuda. Ameen."

(O Allah, there is no one on this earth who is more powerful than You. You know everything, please give me patience. Grant me the strength to face all such troubles, my Lord. Grant me mercy. Grant my mother and father paradise, my Khuda. Amen.)

After saying my Namaz, I started folding the prayer mat and Zaviyar entered the room. He took his file from the cupboard and was about to leave but I interrupted and said, "Namaz nahi parhenge aap?"

(Won't you say the prayer?)

His jaw clenched and I gulped a breath. Then he looked at me and said, "Namaz nahi parte hum aur hume namaz parhne ki koyi zaroorat bhi nahi hai. Humne namaz parhna bohat pehle hi chod diya hai."

(I don't pray and I do not need to say the prayer. I left saying the praying a long time ago.)

"Lekin...", before I could complete my words he left. I felt a pang in my heart. He didn't hear me. Dadu said I can fix him. How would I fix him? He doesn't even listen to me. He thinks of me just as his responsibility.

(But...)

I wiped my tears and tried to calm my rising heartbeats. I took deep breaths and inhaled the smell of attar. It somehow calmed my breath and I took a book from my bookshelf.

I looked at the opposite bookshelf of the room. The room is too large but he doesn't like more furniture in his room. A bed, a study table, a bookshelf and a small sofa set. But he bought another bookshelf for me when I told him that I love books.

But the sofa is quite useless, even my small body doesn't fit here. We both have to sleep in the same bed. My cheeks turned red while getting this thought. I shook my head and started reading the book 'Peer e Kamil'.

This is my second time reading this book. I just love the male protagonist. He used to be a playboy but gradually he became the perfect Muslim and a perfect husband for his wife. Who knows, maybe one day, Zaviyar will also become a good husband and a perfect Muslim like this?

I kept turning pages but couldn't read that. I became engrossed in my thoughts. After my mother and stepfather's death, my stepfather's family treated me so badly. Except for Zaviyar and my Dadu.

After some days, my dadu forced us to marry. Then I became his wife. Zaviyar's wife. He was my step father's adopted brother. That makes him my step-uncle. But now I'm his wife.

He's much older than me. We have an age gap of 16 years. We have been married for 6 days. My grandma still treats me badly. Now she hates me more. I don't know what's the point of this marriage.

I got startled at the sound of loud knock in my door. I said 'Come in' and a servant entered. She is Sahiba khala, my grandma's favourite servant. That's why she dares to treat me badly even after my marriage with Zaviyar.

She told me that Dadu is calling me. Then I went to his room and sat beside him on the bed. He pat his hand on my head and said, "It's time for you to go to your own home. Your and Zaviyar's home. He will take you there today. He doesn't want to live here. You will be a good wife. Am I right, Nayab?"

He wants to take me there but he didn't tell me anything. I felt angry but I controlled myself and nodded my head. Dadu said, "Your grandmother wants to tell you something. I will go now." Then he left.

I looked at my grandmother. She was looking at me disgustingly. Then she spoke, "Dekho ladki, tumhe iss ghar dekhna achha nahi lagta tha mujhe lekin abb tum meri nakli bete ki bahu bann gayi. Asli ho yaa nakli, beta to haina. Isiliye uske achhe k liya bata rahi hu. Haa tum uski zimmedari hoo lekin uska bhi kuch fayda karna, thik hai? Shohar hai toh shohar jaise bartav bhi karna padega tumhe uske saath. Uski jismani aur zhani zaroorat bhi tumhe hi poora karna hai. Waise jismani zaroorat samajhti hoo na?"

(Look girl, I didn't like seeing you in this house but now you have become the daughter-in-law of my adopted son. Whether it is a real or adopted son, he's still my son. That's why I'm telling you all these for his welfare. Yes, you are his responsibility but do something good for him too, okay? Since you have a husband, you will have to treat him like a husband. You are the one who has to fulfil his physical and mental needs. Do you understand physical needs?

I nodded my head quickly. Then she gave me a bottle of pills and said, "Yeh dawai roj 2 bar khana hai tumhe. Hum tumhe yeh dawai aur bhi bhejenge. Jo bhi hai abb hum tumhari dadi nahi rahe, saas hai toh tumhe yeh sab batana humara farz hai. Samjhi?"

(You have to eat these pills twice a day. I will send you these medicines again. All daughters-in-law of this family take these pills regularly so will you from now. Whatever it is, now I'm no longer your grandmother, I'm your mother-in-law, it is my duty to tell you all this. Understand?)

I lowered my head. This is so weird. She was my grandmother a few days ago but now she's my mother-in-law. I nodded my head again.

"Aur humne Sahiba se kehke kuch kapre pack kararye hai tumhare liye. Woh sab tumhe Zaviyar k samne pehenna hoga aur ibadat k waqt tum alag kapre pehenna. Shohar k saath sona, unke jismani zaroorat pura karna ak biwi ki farz hai. Jo biwi apna Farz pura nahi karega, woh beshak Jahannam mein jayegi. Samjhi?" She said rudely and as usual I just nodded my head.

(And I have made Sahiba pack some clothes for you. You will have to wear them in front of Zaviyar and during worship, you will look at different clothes. Sleeping with the husband and fulfilling his physical needs is the duty of a wife. A wife who does not fulfil her duty will definitely go to hell. Understand?)

Then I was given a luggage bag and I left the house quietly. Nobody even came to bid me goodbye. Yeah, this is my life and I'm habituated of being unloved. I took a deep breathe and sat inside the car.

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Note: I'm back. How are you all? This chapter is a little boring but after the next chapter, you gonna love it. Trust me.