Maher SS : Wasl Chapter 2 Updated

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I am gonna go ahead and start with a story on this thread. I am writing a chapter at a time. So please support and enjoy !

The story will follow the show except the whole Mahid - Nazima drugged night thing. Gonna skip that drama. The story will start with a leap after Mahid found out about Seher being underage.

The first chapter will be up today night or tomorrow. Please leave ur likes and comments !

Hey guys. Chapter 1 is here.

CHAPTER 1

The ER was abuzz with noise of doctors yelling instructions,nurses and interns shouting vitals, patients crying in pain and staff set upthings. It was almost always busy in the ER but that day was worse. There wassome protest in the city again and she did not know why. It was difficult tokeep track. Protests seemed to happen a lot in Delhi. Unlike home.

Home. That word should have brought to her mind thebeautiful village she grew up in. But she had thought of Lucknow. She didn’tknow why but she did that. She barely knew what Lucknow was like. She didn’teven know if there were protests there. The short time she had spent in thecity was spent trapped in one of two houses – her father’s or his.

His. She didn’t want to think of him. She walked to thewashroom quickly and sprayed some water on her face. She had a long shift. Lifeas a intern was not easy. She had just finished a long night shift when peopleinjured in the protest came in. She could not bring herself to leave in themidst of a all-hands-on-deck situation. She had just helped the last patientand was heading home now. She passed by the pediatric ward on her way andstopped seeing a little girl.

The girl was admitted a few days back with fever. She wasquite mischievous and hated food. It reminded Seher of her childhood. She madeher way to the child who the nurse and her mother were trying to feed the childfor quite some time. But 5 minutes and she had got the girl to eat. Being anaughty child herself, she had knew the tricks to avoid food as well as the solution to the task quite well.

“Well now. Lets fill your sheet, shall we?” she asked thechild taking the forms from the nurse.

She quickly filled in the vitals and signed it but shecouldn’t recall the date. She was too tired to think.

“15th Jan.” the nurse told her seeing her stuck.

She flinched at the mention of the date, memories floodingin. With a quick bye to the child, she walked back into the washroom.

How could she forget that date? It would have been their 7thwedding anniversary that day if they were together. She still remembered everymoment of the day. The heavy blue lehenga wrapped around her. The splendidjewellery. People had been telling her all day how beautiful she looked but shecould barely notice herself. Her mother was locked up somewhere. She had beenso nervous that day but then he had come to her and she had felt the calmestshe could ever feel. He always had that effect on her. Through the hardesttimes, even when he was angry, she felt safe and calm with him.

He was the first man who cared for her. And she had fallenin love with him. She had believed his promise to stay with her always until hehad broken it. Until he had thrown her out of the home she had started to thinkof as hers. A lone tear fell from her eyes as she recalled the day.

Past

It was the day her last exam ended. She was sitting in thebalcony by herself feeling the gentle evening breeze. Soft music played fromher phone. She was waiting for him to get back home. He had dropped her homeand left for some work. He had kept his promise - taken her to each exam,waited for her and brought her home safely. She wanted to thank him for it.Even last day, when his aunt was complaining about her constant absence fromhome, he had stood up for and made excuses to take her with him.

But there was another thing she wanted to tell him. Shewanted to confess to him the one lie that remained between them. Her age. Shedid not know how he would react but she hoped he would not have much of aproblem. The rules he followed would not deem it wrong. People in the communityhe was supposed to lead got girls married young all the time. She wondered whyher father had lied in the first place.

She was lost in these thoughts when she heard footstepsapproaching. She smiled turning around as she heard him come in to their room.

“ I am in the balcony.” She called out smiling.

She saw him come towards her but there was no trace of asmile on his face. Not even the tiny twitch of his lips when he was trying tohold back a smile. He looked worried, scared even. A hint of impeding doom inhis eyes.

“What is it? “ she asked worried.

He stood in front of and pulled her hand on to the Holy Bookhe held in his hands.

“I am going to ask you a few questions and I hope you willnot lie. “ he said in a very calm voice. But there was an air to it that scaredher more than his anger.

She nodded.

“How old are you ” he asked.

She looked at him in shock. How had he known what she wasthinking? Could he really read minds?

“Seher, you heard me? “ he asked impatient and cold.

“16.” She answered looking him in the eye.

He removed his hand that was over hers. As if touching herwas a sin. The book toppled from the sudden movement. She stopped it fromfalling and placed it on the table, her eyes focused on her husband. He lookedlike the breath had been knocked out of him.

“Did you know your father lied to me that you are 19? “ heasked trying to keep his voice from breaking.

“Yes. But only after we got married.” She answeredtruthfully.

“Why didn’t you tell me then? Let me guess. You dadthreatened to harm your mom ?” he asked.

“Yes.” She replied.

He let out a sarcastic laugh.

“And what if I had done something to you? “ he asked raisinghis voice just a little.

She knew what he meant.

“I trust you. I wanted to tell you. “ she started.

“When? What were you waiting for? Couldn’t you have told methat day when you told me about your dreams? You would have if you wanted to.” Hesaid interrupting her and moving away.

“No. I cannot blame you for anything. You are just a child.This is not right. “ he added turning away from her as if seeing her hurt him.

“Pack your bags and leave. This is over. “ he said.

She felt her feet give away. How could he do that? Just endthings. Pretend none of this happened.

“I don’t understand. Why do you care about my age? Ithappens in our community all the time, doesn’t it ? “ she asked.

“Perhaps. But I do not agree with it. Its against mypersonal rules. I CANNOT BE MARRIED TO A CHILD. “ he stated.

“You are an educated girl aren’t you? Do you really thinkits okay? Do you think a 16 year old girl should be married? “ he asked.

“No I don’t. But I also believe women have the right to studyand earn a living for themselves. They have the freedom to make their ownchoices and live as they wish. But you don’t agree, do you? You made me staymarried to you even though I ran away after the wedding. Whatever, the reasonmay be. You told me I cannot study when you found out about my dreams. How wouldI know your thoughts on this case are any different? “ she asked tired of allthe accusations.

“Well, you know now. I cannot keep you as my wife. I willnot. It is wrong and I am not going to argue with a child on it. I cannot blameyou for anything. You are immature and innocent. Go pack your bags. That’s all.I have made my decision“ he said with an air of finality.

She stood there too shocked to react. Was that all thatwould have taken to stop this marriage. Her being underage. What was happening?And why now? Why had she never mentioned her age? Why had he never asked? Whyhad they both gone through all this?

She was too preoccupied with these thoughts to notice thathe had called someone and in a few minutes he was walking out the room, asking herto come along without spring her a glance. She followed him mechanically.

The whole family was in the hall. Her father had just arrived.She stood there barely processing what was happening. He blamed her father offraud, said the same things he had told her. His grandfather and her fathertried to justify it but he had decided he did not want her. Just like hedecided everything else for them. She had no say again. Her eyes stayed on him,hoping he would look at her. But his eyes didn’t go towards her even once. Notuntil he walked to her.

When their eyes met, hers pleaded but his showed nothing. Nolove. No tenderness. No care.

“I married you the right way. And the same will hold for ourdivorce.” He said and then said those words which broke her heart.

Then he brought out a cheque from his pocket. Her mehr. Shefelt the anger rise within her.

“Keep it. I don’t want it. And that’s a decision I havemade.” She said walking out of his home and life.

End

Her eyes filled as she remembered the day. That day she hadhated him. She had been filled with anger and humiliation. Now she knew better.It had made her life a lot easier. Managing her studies in an environment likethat would have been very difficult. And worse, what if she had got carriedaway in love and ended up in a situation she would regret.

But there were better ways he could have ended it. Calmly.After talking to her. They could have figured something out. Perhaps, a temporaryseparation. He could have thought it through. If he loved her, he would have.But he didn’t. He never did. He had adored her. She was the suitable girlhis grandfather had chosen. That wasall. Perhaps, her being underage was the excuse he used to end what would havebeen a difficult marriage with all the ideological difference. He had made apractical choice. The right one.

The only one the decision hurt was her. She loved him. Andshe left heartbroken.

But it was over now. She had moved on. She would never lookback.

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Beautiful part! A more realistic way take! I wanted a leap right after MaHer got separated, thanks for writing this! I suggest you should post on Wattpad there are many MaHer FF readers there

Hey. I was thinking of it but I am not sure how to reach out on Wattpad. Share me your Wattpad handle though

Beautiful❤❤

Great. Waiting for the next part.

Fantastic start! Can't wait to read the next chapter. Great job!

CHAPTER 2

Seher entered the house dead tired after the double shiftand saw Amaal lounging on the sofa in the hall.

“College nahin gayi?” she asked her little sister.

“Suna Nahin about the protests? Unlike you I don’t haveclasses on holidays.” Amal replied flipping her hair a little dramatically.

“Amaal, aapi ko tang mat karein.” Dr Fareed said coming intothe room.

It looked like he had also just come home and changed. Sehergreeted him with a smile.

“Inko doctors ka mushkil life samajh nahin aayega, Seher.Aap jaake change karke aao. Aapki ammi ki khaane ki kushboo aa rahi hai.”Fareed told her.

With a quick nod and poking her tongue out at her sister,Seher headed upstairs to her room. It wasn’t just her life that her marriageand divorce had ended up changing but her family’s too. She and her mother hadended up with a life they both never imagined.

The day Mahid had thrown her out of his house, her fatherhad taken her back home cursing her all along the way but she could barelyprocess any of it. She had sat there numb till she saw her mother. She flewinto her mother’s arms crying her heart out while her clueless mother asked herfather what had happened to her.

“Mahid miyaan divorced your daughter. Manhoos ladki. Niyazikhandaan mein apni jagah Nahin bana payi. Bewakoof. “ her father bellowed.

Her stepmother started the theatrics in the background.

“Its all your fault Kausar Bhaji. You have made her justlike you. She couldn’t keep him happy.” Safiya said pushing Seher over theedge.

“Bas Chotti Ammi. You will not say a word against my mother.“ Seher shouted shocking Safiya.

“My mother has been a good wife and mother. Its not herfault but your husband’s. He lied to Mahid about my age knowing Mahid wasagainst marrying a underage girl.” Seher continued.

Her father was fuming. He was about to strike her when hermother threw herself between them.

“Don’t touch my daughter. There will be severeconsequences.” Kausar said.

Parvez laughed sarcastically.

“What will you do? I will lock you up just like before.” Hesaid

Kausar smiled slyly at him shaking her head slowly.

“Do you think I will take that risk again? I have toleratedeverything over the years because they were all aimed at me. But this time youused me against my daughter. You think I would risk it happening again ? “ sheasked the man who looked at her speechless.

“I have written a letter stating that if anything happens tome or Seher, you and your wife are responsible for it. Barkat and Dr Fareedhave copies of it. She calls me everyday and if they cannot get through to me,they will give the letter to police.” Kausar continued smiling.

Parvez might have suspected it was a bluff but Safiya wasn’twilling to take the risk. That had cleared they way out from that house.

Barkat Puppo had given them shelter. She was Parvez’s firstcousin, a bold daring woman abandoned by her family. Her family had married heroff to an older man in Lucknow when she was quite young. The man had beenabusive and her family made no effort to help her. But she had taken a standfor herself. She had reported the guy to police, got him arrested and made alife for herself – all on her own. Their entire clan had turned against herwith the exception of Kausar, who had secretly sent her small amounts of moneyuntil she found a way to make a livelihood. Barkat was forever grateful toKausar for the support.

Barkat had welcomed them into her home happily. But a daylater Kausar and Barkat came to Seher when she was sitting on her bed stilltrying to make sense of her feelings.

“Seher, Bhabhi and I have decided something. You both haveto leave Lucknow. “ her aunt told her.

“Why Puppo ? Are we a burden to you? “ she asked confused.

“Of course not. But you have to leave for your own good. Youwill be safe in Delhi. I am sending you to someone I know rather well – Salma Khaala.She runs a NGO. She was the one who helped me get my life together after Idivorced that creep.” Barkat told her.

“But my divorce is not complete yet. I have to be here forthat, right?” Seher asked.

“That’s exactly why we should leave now, Seher. Once thedivorce happens you will be just Parvez Bhai’s daughter. His divorced daughter. And my brother is not going to keep itthat way for long. He will just take your mehr from the Niyazis, spend it onhis wife and then get you married to someone else as soon as he can. And thistime it may not be someone like Mahid.” Barkat explained holding her handssoftly.

Seher knew she was right. Next time it could be some old man.Someone abusive. Someone who would hurt her. Someone who didn’t care. Someonelike her father.

She shivered at the thought.

“Seher, listen to me. We have to leave. Its for the best.” Hermother told her and she knew she had to go.

That night they had moved to a different city and started anew life. The woman Barkat had sent them to was very kind. Salma was a retiredschool teacher in her late 60s who helped abused women start a new life. Barkatwas like a daughter to her and she had given them a place to stay in her ownhome. Her son was in Dubai with his family. He intended to return soon but tillthen she needed company. She was letting them stay with her and in returnKausar would take care of her. They had been more than grateful for thesituation. Salma Nani had been kind and warm.

They had been living with her for about a month when they anunexpected visitor showed up. Parvez Baig.

They had assumed he was there to drag them back home but totheir surprise he had just taken Kausar’s hand and divorced her. He said thatsince people had found out about her being divorce from Mahid, they were givingthe Baigs a hard time and Safiya had threatened to leave him unless he divorcedKausar. He didn’t want anything to do with Seher either. He had broughtdocuments mentioning he didn’t want any custody rights over Seher.

Seher and Kausar were overjoyed even if he intended it to bea punishment. They were finally free. They had started over rather happily. Herresults came a week later. She was among the top 1% in the state. Salma Nani hadgot her admission in the school where she had worked, with a scholarship.Kausar took care of the house, cooked for them and started with a tailoring jobthat Salma had got her. Salma was a healthy woman and took care of herself, soit wasn’t hard for them. Seher finally felt like the kite she had once wantedto be.

Life had been steady for the next 6 months and then another personfrom their past showed up.Dr Fareed. It was a cold winter night when he came tomeet them. He looked like he was in pain. He had asked to talk alone to her motherand then her mother had come out looking like she was going through hell. Hermother had told her nothing more than that she had to go to Lucknow urgentlyand will return in a few days. She had insisted on going with her but Kausar remindedher of her exams, promising her there was nothing to worry about.

And honestly, Seher didn’t want to go. She wasn’t ready tosee him again and there was no way she would go to Lucknow and not see him. Shedidn’t want to hear those words from him again. The second divorce. She wasn’t readyfor it yet. It had taken her months to get her life stable and she couldn’t affordany distractions at the moment. She wanted her full focus on her exams.

It was 3 weeks later than Kausar returned and when she hadshe had brought with her a new phase of life. Amal and Dr Fareed. Her motherhad married Dr Fareed. It had taken her some time to accept the whole truth.Amaal was her sister. Her sister who was presumed dead at birth, thanks to herfather who didn’t want to raise 2 daughters. He had abandoned her in the hospitalparking lot. Dr Fareed and his wife had adopted her. Sultana was the doctor whohad performed her delivery and years later she had recognized her as Amaal’sbiological mother. And they had hidden the truth from Kausar. While she wasaround them all along.

But a few months ago, Amaal had suspected something. She hadasked for a DNA test and Sultana had fabricated one. That had ended ratherbadly and Dr Fareed had finally decided to separate from her. Sultana had beentrying to get back with him but finally on the day of her divorce, she hadensured she hurt him. She had told Amaal that it wasn’t just she who had liedto her but her father too. She had told her Kausar was her birth mother. Amaalhad gone into shock. She had seizures the day Dr Fareed came to meet Kausar.After she was discharged, she and Dr Fareed had decided neither of them couldgive up Amaal and she wanted them both in her life. They had decided thatgetting married was the best solution to the situation.

She had taken a few days to come to terms with thesituation. She didn’t mind that her mother had remarried. She wanted her motherto be happy and Dr Fareed was a goodman. But the sudden change wasn’t easy to accept. She had stayed on with Salmaa few more days until her mother while her mother settled down into a new home nearby.When she had come back home Amaal and Dr Fareed had been nothing but warm toher. They were finally something like a normal family.

Seher came out of her thoughts as she heard Amaal yell forher to come down quickly as she was hungry. Changing into comfortable clothesshe came down for lunch. She took her usual place near her mother. Her motherserved her warm biryani and raita and she realized how hungry she was.

“Aapi plate mat khaa jaana.” Amaal teased across the table.

“Maine raat se kuch Nahin khaaya hai. Tu apni dekh, “ she repliedrolling her eyes.

“Main toh khaaoongi. Ammi ne khaas mere liye banaaya hai.”Amaal said cheekily.

“Donon ladna mat. Chup chaap khaao.” Kausar said nodding herhead.

“Its delicious.” Dr Fareed told her smiling.

Kausar smiled with a nod. This was what she had always wanted.A cozy home to call her own with her children and a husband who respected her. Notto mention the tiny tailoring business she ran. Life hadn’t gone as she plannedbut it wasn’t bad, was it?

Seher looked at her mother. The contentment on her mother’sface filled her heart. Maybe her divorce had been a good thing for everyone. Ithad made this possible hadn’t it? Maybe it was for the best, she thought.

But her heart disagreed.

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Hey guys. So here is chapter 2. Thanks for all your comments. Do leave longer comments if you can, so that i know how i am doing.

I m happy for Kausar. Waiting for Seher to get her happy ending soon too

Yes. Seher will get her shot but Kausar has been suffering too long. Wanted to give her a happy ending.

Maybe after one more chapter Seher's story will start moving.

Thanks for the reply.