(Unwanted series#1)
Ever heard of any unwanted person? Ever? Aziya was also one of them, an unwanted. No one wanted her. She was an unwanted daughter, unwanted sister and an unwanted forced wife. Her life was full of problems and bumpy paths.
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||Aziya POV||
I sat in front of the mirror, staring at the girl, who looked beautiful with makeup but her eyes were telling other story. She was sitting in white dress which had golden work on it with red dupatta pinned on her head. I closed my eyes remembering last night incident.
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I knocked on the office door of dad. "Come in," I heard the voice from other side of the door. I slowly entered in the room, made him look up at me. He glared at me making me freeze on my spot, "I-i don't.. want to.. do.. this marriage," I stammered in fear.
He stood up in anger making me take few steps back. He stood in front of me and slapped me, making me closed my eyes and pressed my lips together to stop crying. "If I hear this sentence again from you then the consequence will be very bad," He fumed in anger making me trembling in fear, "After this wedding don't you dare to come in this house or try to contact any of us because no one wants you here," His word making me freeze. "Bu-," "LEAVE!!!" he said in stern and cold voice making me nod my head.
I opened my eyes and wiped the lone tear which fell from my eyes. Few minutes later, someone entered in my room and took me out of my room. I was taken in the living room where few people were present.
When the imam sahab asked my answer, I was quiet, all the things since childhood started playing in front of my eyes.
I was standing in the corner doing dusting while my little brother was playing with toys. He, suddenly, accidentally broke an expensive vase, which mom loved. He looked up at me and at the same time mom entered in the living room. "WHO BROKE IT?" she yelled. Amad, my little brother pointed his finger at me making me look at them in shock.
Mom came and stood in front of me and slapped me twice on my both cheeks making me cry in pain. "You are worthless. How can you dare to touch my things? Do you know how expensive it was? Let your father come," she said and again slapped me.
