Possession by Laila Ali (best authors to read txt) 📕

Here she stood again yet this time not with her husband but with her only daughter. She never in a million years thought that one day she'll have to return to the same place which abandoned her husband only because of marrying her.

Flashback

"Mujtaba, I am nervous, I don't think your father will accept me"

Both of them stood outside the haveli gates, ready to enter before she stated her assumption.

"I am with you Ammara, I am with you, You need not worry yourself" He assured her.

"But.. he asked you not to marry me, Why would he accept me now?"

"Ammara you are a very virtuous and upright woman. He does not know you yet but when he would recognize the real you, he will accept you." he held her hand and lightly caressed it to relieve her.

"Now come on, we should go inside,"

They moved towards the haveli gates, the large gates opened and let them in. She looked around to analyze the haveli and her mouth hung open. The haveli certainly was so lavish. She never had been to such a beautiful place before. Its posh exterior left her in awe. The mere lawn was so breathtakingly beautiful. It was beautified by lush green grass, trees, and heavenly flowers like roses, lilies, daisies, tulips, and what more. The contrast of the scorching sun radiantly shining on the green grass, ornamental trees, and beautiful flowers with a fountain in the middle amazed her to no extent. It was such a masterpiece.

And now she felt out of place. She could understand the reason why Mujtaba's father did not want to accept her as his daughter-in-law. She belonged to a lower-middle-class family. And his father might think her off as a gold digger.

Her parents passed away when she was 18 and her elder sister who was already married after their parent's death shifted her to her own house and supported her all the while. And 1 year later when she got a scholarship in one of the universities of Islamabad, she crossed paths with the love of her life, Mujtaba.

Love happens in the most incomprehensible and unfathomable ways. And so was their love. They both could feel an unusual and unknown attraction between them when they were around each other.

They realized that it was love.

They deeply love each other. But Mujtaba's father was a mafia don and a very strict person regarding rules. He laid the rule that every man or woman of their family must have to marry someone within the family. Marriage outside the bloodline was not allowed. Ammara was neither a part of their family nor from their bloodline but Mujtaba loved her madly and despite his father's warning of not marrying her, he still married her and shifted to Lahore because his father ordered him to leave the haveli after their marriage. They leased an apartment there but his father's displeasement with him didn't suit him well. Then he decided to take his chance and now both of them were on their way to gather blessings from his father and request him to accept Ammara as his daughter-in-law.

Ammara kept on examining the haveli. Its interior was more opulent than its exterior. Her footsteps halted and she came across a door. Mujtaba was still holding her hands and her grip tightened when she realized it was his father's study. He knocked on the door and both of them entered into his study and found him seated on his chair.

"Assalam alaikum, Agha Jaan," Mujtaba greeted him. His father snapped his head upon realizing his son, his disobedient and defiant son is here along with his wife. His anger knew no bounds when he saw both of them standing in front of him.

(Greetings, Agha Jaan)

"Why are you here?!" he snapped.

"Agha Jaan we are here to take your blessings," Mujtaba told humbly.

"Did you take my blessings when you had your nikkah?"

(Nikkah: Marriage)

"I am sorry Agha Jaan bu-"

"I do not want to see your face again! get off of in front of my eyes!!"

"Agha Jaan please at least give us a chance."

"Did you listen to me when I asked you not to marry this woman? Didn't I order you not to marry her? Still, you married her and now you are asking me to give you a chance? When you cannot give a chance to what I say then why should I listen to you now?"

"Whole life I did as you say but for the first time I took one decision, one single decision against your orders and you disowned me for that? How is that fair? Do not I have a complete right to decide with whom I should marry?

"This woman," he pointed towards Ammara, "this woman had wrapped you around her pinky finger that you are going against your father"

"No Agha Jaan it's not what you think. She is a very upstanding and righteous woman,"

"I know how much a pious and righteous woman is she. Only because of her today you are standing against your father. You've displeased me. You preferred this woman over me! Over your father!"

"No! No Agha Jaan I never preferred anyone over you. No one can take your place in my heart. But at least I had this much right in my life to decide whom I want to marry! I love her!"

"Huh love! Don't you love your father? Get out of my sight right now!"

"No! Agha Jaan I love you and respect you with all my heart! please forgive us, please at least give us one single chance. I am your son. I am your blood. Please forgive us, if we had hurt you"

"If you want me to forgive you Mujtaba Shabbir Syed," he stood from his chair and moved towards them,

"then divorce this girl right now"

Ammara's eyes widened. She had no idea his father would make such a demand. All the time she only bore this humiliation for her husband, but the demand of divorce left her bewildered.