Mah-e-mohabbat

Mah-e-mohabbat .

Episode=2

"Father, let go of my hand... the goat will go away," Hnum said,

looking at Khushbakht. Khushbakht instinctively let go of her hand, and she ran to the goat, petting it and smiling. Meanwhile, the people in the gathering were leaving, and Khushbakht cast a final glance at Banum before departing.

After everyone left, Aktham approached his father. "Father, this wasn't right," Aktham said, his tone firm but not disrespectful.

"You don't need to decide what's right or wrong; I'm here now. Let's take this girl home quickly," Dilawar Khan said, walking towards the car with his servant. Aktham struggled to control himself.

Aktham had been watching Hanam and wondered what she was discussing with the goat. He didn't know how to approach her now that she was his wife. "Hey, girl!" Hanam looked up, still engaged with the goat. Aktham called out again, "Hey, girl, I'm talking to you!" Hanam looked up, her eyes welling up, and said softly, "What is it? Let's go home. Who are you, and why should I go with you?"

Aktham's eyes widened in surprise. "Didn't we just get married? Don't you know who I am?" he thought to himself. "Yes, we got married, and now let's go," Aktham said sternly. "What's marriage?" Hanam asked innocently. "I won't go with you; I want to go with my father." Aktham's patience was wearing thin.

"This means we're married, like mom and dad," he explained. Hanam looked puzzled, her finger on her lips. "I feel like I'm going to be killed by you," she said, her voice trembling. Aktham grabbed her hand forcefully and dragged her to the car, putting her in the front seat. As he drove, Hanam started crying.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Aktham asked gruffly. "I want to go with my father," she said, wiping her nose with her scarf. "If you mention your father's name again, I'll kill you," Aktham warned. "But I didn't mention my father's name; his name is Khushbakht," Hanam said.

Aktham rested his head on the steering wheel. The girl sitting next to him was testing his patience. He turned to her and said softly, "Look, girl, my name is Aktham. From now on, we'll be going to a place where my parents will be your parents." Hanam quickly said, "That means you're my brother?" Aktham's face darkened. "Don't call me brother; I'm your friend."

The girl's innocence and naivety were both amusing and frustrating for Aktham. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her, but he couldn't change the situation either. His father's decision was final.

When they arrived at the haveli, Hanam was left in the hall while Aktham went somewhere else. She sat down on the sofa, feeling lost and alone.

Suddenly, a soft voice spoke behind her. "Who are you?" Hanam turned around to see a middle-aged woman standing behind her. "I'm Hanam," she replied. The woman smiled and said, "Ah, you're the girl Dilawar Khan told me about. I'm Aktham's mother. From now on, you'll call me Ammi Jan."

Hanam smiled through her tears, feeling a mix of emotions. But before she could respond, Aqsa, Aktham's sister-in-law, slapped her multiple times, fueled by her own pain and anger. Ammi Jan intervened, stopping Aqsa from hitting Hanam further.

"Aqsa, stop! What are you doing? This isn't right," Ammi Jan said firmly. Aqsa's anger and hurt were palpable. "Let me go! I'll kill her! Her father is the reason my husband left me," Aqsa shouted.

Ammi Jan's expression softened slightly, understanding Aqsa's pain. "Aqsa, stop. You're pregnant; you need to take care of yourself and your unborn child." Aqsa's face contorted in anguish. "My child will be orphaned before he's even born. Can't you understand my pain?"

Rashida, the servant, rushed in and said, "BiGum Saheba, please let me take this girl to Bade Khan's room." Ammi Jan nodded, and Rashida gently led Hanam away, leaving Aqsa to her anger and pain...,...

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