| Novel Name: | Haq Mehar |
| Writer: | Muntaha Chohan |
| Category: | Forced Marriage |
Most Attractive Sneak Peak Of Haq Mehar By Muntaha Chohan
You were dead to me, Junaid. And you want me to accept your daughter with you now. This is not possible. Daji's anger was boiling like fire while Junaid was still holding his daughter's hand and pleading with her to accept her daughter.
Daji, I have left everyone and gone. I will not go back now. Forgive me for the pain I have caused you. Junaid had bowed his head, he was ashamed of his actions and was also regretting it.
While holding his hand tightly, she was getting scared seeing her grandfather.
I sent you to Italy so that you could go there and humiliate us here. You are now defiling my house by bringing her children to my house. Daji had followed her father with a thunderous voice.
Daji, what are you saying? She is my daughter. Junaid was saddened to hear such words from his father for his daughter.
She is also the daughter of this woman with you and I will not keep this girl here. It is better that you leave her with her mother and come back... .. Daji said decisively while everyone present there was looking at Junaid and then at the girl... ..
He who had been hearing the noise for a long time came out of the room and was happy to see his uncle in front of him. But when he came a little further, he saw a ten-year-old girl next to his uncle and stood next to his sister in a daze. ..
No Daji, I will not leave her, if you accept her here, then it is fine, otherwise Pakistan is very big, I will take her somewhere... .. Junaid was also starting to get angry now but he did not let it show. ..
Who is this girl?... He whispered in his sister's ear who had been standing here watching the spectacle for a long time. ..
You know, Junaid uncle had married a Jewish woman in Italy eleven years ago.... Yasra leaned towards him and whispered, so he nodded. ..
This girl is the daughter of the same Jewish woman whom Daji is no longer accepting... After hearing Yusra's words, he looked at the girl who was so innocent and so scared, but Daji's anger was not decreasing in any way...
Okay, I have one condition, if you agree, then tell me... Daji said arrogantly, everyone looked at Junaid...
I can't leave my daughter, I am ready to accept all your conditions... Junaid held the girl close to him and said...
You will not go to Italy again and if you want to keep this girl here, you will keep her away from her mother, you will forget that a Jewish woman must have been your wife too, if you agree, then say yes, otherwise the door is open... After hearing Daji's words, he took a deep breath and looked at Junaid Chachu who was now looking at his daughter...
I agree, I have already broken all ties with her before coming here, so don't worry about it now... Junaid said Daji first saw the girl and then Junaid...
Yusra... When Daji called, Yusra came forward with her head tied up.
Yes, Daji...
Teach this girl the Holy Quran and explain to her that girls don't wear pants and shirts like that.. Daji looked at her deeply and said and went out while they all stood there.
Junaid, tell me one thing, you won't mind.... When Daji left, Samina asked after seeing the girl.
Yes, sister-in-law, say it.. Junaid gave her permission.
You are fair, what has happened to your girl's color?... Hearing Samina's words, Junaid fell silent and started looking at his daughter standing in front of him, who was looking at her father innocently after all.
Samina...
Mom...
Arif and he slapped Samina together.
Look, why did I ask you that?... She waved her hand and said..
Sister-in-law, her mother's color is Sanola, the pattern is on me, just the color went to her mother and believe me, I don't think my daughter is less than a princess in Sanola color... At Junaid's words, Samina went to her room with a sigh and Arif followed her...
While she and Yusra came to Junaid...
Uncle, I missed you a lot... She hugged Junaid and said, Junaid smiled and patted her on the back...
Me too... Junaid loved her...
Uncle, what is her name? He asked her while leaning back on her forehead, while she backed away even more, afraid of him...
Aysan... Her name is Aysan... Junaid told her, Aysan looked at her...
It is a very cute name, what does it mean, uncle?
It means a girl whose face is as beautiful as the moon. Samina, who came from behind, laughed after hearing Junaid's words.
Hearing her laughter, everyone turned back to look.
Sorry Junaid, but there is nothing wrong with that, Naam.. He put his hand on his mouth and suppressed his laughter.
Mom, what happened? Uncle didn't say anything, neither did Aisan, but he did. He didn't like it when someone made fun of his uncle's daughter.
Damal.. Don't make me too big, you are small, stay small, don't teach me what to do and what not to do.. And let's go, get ready, it's getting late for school.. She gave a contemptuous look at Aisan and went to the kitchen, then Damal also shook her head in denial and walked towards her room.
Uncle Aisan will stay with me.. Junaid smiled when Yusra asked.
No, son, she doesn't sleep with anyone but me, and anyway, the people here have such a way of behaving that it will take her some time to understand the people here, but she will get used to it. Saying this, she held Aisan's hand and took him to the room, while Yasra, who was ready for college, now picked up her bag and went towards the kitchen.
Urdu Sneak Peek
یہ۔۔۔ یہ۔۔کیا ۔۔?
آپ۔۔۔کہاں جا رہے ہیں۔۔||
ابرش اس کے خطرناک تیور دیکھ دہل کے رہ گٸ۔
کوشش کروں گا جلدی آجاٶں۔۔ اور تمہیں تمہارے بابا سے ملوا لاٶں ۔۔ ورنہ کل تک ویٹ کر لینا۔۔۔ اکیلی مت جانا ۔۔ میں خود لے کے جاٶں گا۔سمجھی۔۔۔
اسکی بات کو نظر انداز کرتا وہ اسے ہدایت دیتا باہر جانے لگا۔
گن اسنے اپنی ساٸیڈ پاکٹ میں رکھی۔
رکیں۔۔ مسٹر۔۔ پیرزادہ۔۔۔ آپ یوں نہیں جا سکتے۔۔۔ آپ۔۔یہ گن کہاں۔۔ لے کے جارہے ہیں۔ ???
ابرش نے اسکا راستہ دروازے کے آگے ہاتھ رکھتے روکا۔
ابتسام نے اسکا بازو پکڑکے مروڑ کے اسکی پشت اپنے سینے سے لگاٸ۔ وہ جی جان سے سلگ اٹھی۔
بہت حق نہیں جتاۓ جا رہے۔۔۔۔||
اسکی کان میں گھمبیر آواز میں سرگوشی کرتا وہ اسکی ریڑھ کی ہڈی میں سنسنی دوڑا گیا۔
ببب۔۔۔بیو۔۔ی۔۔ ہوں۔۔۔ حق تو ہے۔۔۔۔!
ہکلاتے ہوۓ بمشکل گردن موڑ کے اسے دیکھتے کہا۔وہ نہی جانتی تھی۔ کہ یہی الفاظ اسکو کہاں لے جانے والے تھے۔ اور وہ ابتسام کے اندر سوۓ شیر کو جگا گٸ تھی۔
حق۔۔۔ بیوی۔۔۔||
پھر تو یہ بھی جانتی ہوگی۔۔۔ شوہر کے بھی کچھ حقوق ہوتے ہیں۔۔۔ وہ پھر کب دے رہی ہو۔۔۔!!!!!
اسے اپنے لفظوں میں الجھا کے ایک بار پھر اسے لاجواب کر گیا۔
آپ۔۔ جاٸیں آپ کو دیر۔۔ ہو رہی ہوگی۔۔۔
۔
دانت پیستی وہ اسے گھور کے بولی۔
گڈ گرل۔۔۔ اسکا ہاتھ چھوڑتا وہ اسکا گال تھپتھپاتا باہر کی جانب بڑھا ۔ جبکہ ابرش نے گہرا سانس خارج کیا۔
اف۔۔۔۔۔ کتنا خطرناک انسان ہے۔۔ اس سےدور رہنا ہی بہتر ہے۔۔۔ !!
گہرے سانس لیتی وہ بابا کو فون ملانے لگی۔ جو بند جا رہا تھا۔ وہ مزید پریشان ہوگٸ۔
ابھی وہ انہی سوچوں میں غلطاں تھی۔ کہ اسے ان ناٶن نمبر سے کال آٸ۔ وہ حیران تو ہوٸ لیکن کال پک کر لی۔
جیسے جیسے وہ سنتی جا رہی تھی۔ اسکا دل بیٹھا جا رہا تھا۔ آنسو بہہ نکلے۔
بابا۔۔۔۔! بے اختیار باپ کو پکارا ۔
Introduction Of Novel
Haq Mehar is a socially driven, emotional, and thought-provoking novel by Muntaha Chohan. The novel revolves around the concept of haq mehar, not just as a monetary obligation in marriage, but as a symbol of dignity, respect, and security for a woman. Through its characters, the story explores how society often misuses or ignores this important Islamic right.
The plot focuses on a couple whose marriage becomes complicated due to family pressure, misunderstandings, and the mishandling of haq mehar. As conflicts arise, the novel portrays how neglecting a woman’s rights can lead to emotional pain, broken trust, and difficult consequences.
Introduction Of Writer
Muntaha Chohan beautifully shows that haq mehar is not just a formality—it is a promise of respect and a recognition of a woman’s value. The novel delivers a strong message about justice in marriage, responsibilities, and the true essence of relationships.
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