| Novel Name: | Mere Dard Se Bekhabar |
| Writer: | Saba Mughal |
| Category: | Forced Marriage Based |
Most Attractive Sneak Peak Of Mere Dard Se Bekhabar By Saba Mughal
""“Go and wear another dress and come back. You don't even have enough sense to know what to wear at this time.
Mabeen quickly went to the washroom out of embarrassment. She didn't expect this demand from Danesh.
I had chosen this dress after seeing this person's attitude. The age difference really matters a lot. It is very difficult to understand him... he grumbled... and the second outfit was a short black nightie up to his knees
He made her suffer, he couldn't bear to look at it, wearing it on his request was just mental torture
After some time, she came out of the washroom, Danish was lying with his arms over his eyes
Turn off the light.... He said lying down in the same way, she looked for the light board, looked around and saw the board on the other side, ...
Turning off the light, Akar lay down on the other side of the bed... As soon as she extended her hand towards the comforter, Danish held her hand
Maheen was scared, the next moment he had pulled her closer to him, she stopped breathing on his tight grip,
She was completely at his mercy, he lay down next to her and then he completely covered her
He was fulfilling his duty by leaving his touch here and there and getting his due.....
Somehow, in his way I was far from love, any real feeling was paralyzed in his touch
His touch could not awaken anything inside Maheen except pain... Maheen did not realize how much time had passed, she kept writhing in pain inside
And the man was sleeping on the other side, carelessly curled up. Maheen was crying and struggling to control herself
She was at her wits end
Covering herself with a comforter, she was holding her hand over her mouth, trying to stop herself from screaming... It doesn't happen like this with anyone. That night, the husband takes his wife's pleasures and takes back his rights
A woman becomes sensitive to herself at the intense touch of her husband... But her husband, having transferred his horrors into her,
was sleeping peacefully, on the other hand, the pain inside Maheen was rising...
After some time, when she had stopped and made herself feel lighter, she gathered herself up and got up, then she felt her feet on the ground The wind
My legs are numb and I refuse to bear its weight as if... She gathered courage and went to the bathroom and stood under the shower
She let out the dust inside her. Many tears broke out and flowed from her eyes and became part of the water.
After a while, she came out freshened up and wearing a shalwar kameez... She should wear a dupatta in the style of prayer.
She spread it out and stood on it.
She calmed herself by reciting Tahajjud... She sat with her hands raised for how long. It felt like she had lost the words.
After how long she spoke, that was all. "Oh God, my mother says, a husband is like a garment, then how can a husband do this, this cannot be love, this cannot be a loving touch, then what was this that I felt today, what happened to me?
Who will I ask, my Lord, who will tell me, why is this with me, why is this with me... She spoke in a tone of pain...
Oh God, I only ask you for my husband's love, respect and affection... May he respect me as I respect him... May God grant me peace
She got up, rubbing her face... She knew that the call to prayer for Fajr would be heard soon, so she sat down to recite Durood Pak, this had been her habit since childhood. If she had stayed awake after Tahajjud,
She sat on the sofa and started reciting Durood Pak
Then, after some time, the call to prayer would come, so she would listen to it and then stand up for prayer, making the intention... After praying, when she raised her hands to pray, she kept shedding silent tears, perhaps her own. The desecration of womanhood was beyond her tolerance
Oh Allah, have mercy, from such torture I seek refuge in You, oh Allah, have mercy.... She was crying silently, begging her Lord for mercy...
She had lightened her heart to a sufficient extent, she stopped before her Lord... Then she went to pray, wrapped herself in a shawl, and passed in front of the dressing room, the fancy light of which she had lit herself. During the prayer, she looked at herself carefully and realized in the mirror that from her neck to her bottom, her husband had left every mark on her body. There was no need for anyone to ask. What happened last night? He had left clear marks on her body for everyone to see... Due to his tight grip on her arm, the glass bangles had broken, and her wounds had formed... She gasped for breath and lay down for rest.
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Introduction Of Novel
Mere Dard Se Bekhabar is an emotionally intense romantic novel that explores the pain of unrecognized love and misunderstood emotions. The story revolves around characters whose feelings remain unseen and unvalued, highlighting the loneliness that exists even within close relationships.
The novel beautifully portrays themes of emotional neglect, silent suffering, self-respect, and the longing to be understood. With its deep emotional narrative and realistic portrayal of relationships, Mere Dard Se Bekhabar leaves a lasting impact on readers who appreciate soulful and heartfelt Urdu literature.
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