"Go with me, I watched enough of your melodrama. Now finish this curse holding with yourself." Dil was leaning over the sink in the washroom when Angie Madam came inside. She yanked her by the arm, shouting at her."What's this misbehaving? Are you mad, Angie madam? Where should I go?" Releasing her arm with a jerk, she said furiously."Go with me to the doctor for an abortion.""Are you in your senses? What nuisance are you speaking?" Dil came to her room, and in an exhausted state, she sat on the bed."Yes, I am in my full senses. And I will also make you come to your senses. Finish this drama, and let go of this sin.""What sin sin you are uttering? Which kind of sin? How is it a sin? It's not any sin, but it's part of my body, my legitimate child. I did nikkah with him. It's his child." Dil yelled angrily, her whole body was trembling. "Really? Then why did he leave you? Where is that marriage agreement? What is the evidence of that nikkah with you? Is there any evidence? Do you

"Congratulations Shah, you have become a father." "What nonsense are you speaking?" Shah was in his room when he received a call from Maani. And after receiving the call, what Maani just said was enough to make him alert."Wait…." He glanced at Zehra who was sleeping next to him, then sliding down from the bed, he came to the terrace."Yes, speak now….what nonsense you were saying?""This is not nonsense. It's a fact, a true fact." Calmly saying to him, Maani has just wiped his peace. "What nuisance is this, Maani? Clearly utter, whatever is it? What were you saying? I'm not getting anything.""So now hear it, Dil has borne a son. It means he is your son who has become one year old now. From some of my sources, today I came to know that Dil has a son. And very soon she is coming to your palace to give you back your son." "What….? How can it happen? He is not my son, Maani. Don't know whose sin she is imposing on me but I won't let her live. I don't believe it.""Yes, you are right.

Flashback ends"After your loss, I saw only darkness everywhere. With every sound of footsteps, I feel it's the sound of my little son's footsteps. I was getting mad at the sound of your screaming which was echoing in my mind. I want just my son from anywhere. But no one was listening to my pleadings. Everyone became cruel. I was forced to do dancing. I was caged and became the victim of every kind of torture. My so-called mother, Angie Madam, used to call my helplessness for you, my yearnings, my self-respect, and my character as my attitude. And she was crazy and hell-bent on ruining it. My rejection was costing her millions. And how can she endure all this, she made my life as a punishment for me. Angie Madam started sending every malign man who tried to pluck my body like a starving lion. But every time, my Allah keeps me safe from these evil people. My Allah is witness that till today not a single man dared to touch my single finger. But their nasty eyes which were roaming on my b

A few minutes later, the maid was present in front of her with a dry dress and with a glass of hot milk. Without glancing at the maid, she almost snatched the dress from her hand and stormed into the washroom. After taking a long shower of warm water, she came back to the room. The maid was still standing there in her original position. "Why are you standing on my head? Just go from here…." "Madam, this milk…." The maid gestured towards the glass of milk holding in her hand. Biya instantly took the glass from her hand, finishing it in a single gulp, she made her hold the glass. "Now happy…..? Get lost your face. And don't you dare to come to this room again…." On her roaring, the maid shuddered. "Madam, did I do something wrong that made you so angry with me?" The maid asked in a fearful voice. "No, why would I become angry with anyone? I don't have any right to tell or know something from anyone. You all are only loyal to Sikandar Shah. You all are under his command. Then liste

With each passing day, Sikandar Shah's infatuation for Biya was getting more and more. While on the other side, Biya still maintains her cold and uninteresting reaction to his every advancing move. No matter how much Biya keeps herself abstinent from him, the more Sikandar Shah tries to bring her closer to himself and to attract her more to himself.Biya was still avoiding getting near him. Sikandar Shah's deep hazel and intense eyes always keep her knotted under his gaze. This makes her feel disturbed.After raining for the whole day, everything was looking fresh which was creating a pleasant impact on the mood. Zaniya was taking a rest in her room while Biya just stepped into the lawn.Taking off her sandals, she walked barefoot on the grass covered with dew to take into herself the pleasant weather. Though for a few moments, all her tensions and restlessness disappeared somewhere."Biya madam, sir is on the call. He wants to talk to you." She was lost in her thoughts when the mess