I thought I was doing this for revenge for Sara Ajmal's victims, and I really was. Her family was one of the wealthiest in our whole nation and we were getting a lot of press coverage. People started looking me up and once they recognised the success I had built up for my family whilst I was studying at the same time I had other wealthy people from all over the country trying to meet me and start doing partnership deals. Despite everything I had completed in my life that was solely for her, I did always have the dream of becoming a lawyer. Living in the slums like myself and Khirad, only she knew the types of injustices that took place in these places and the fact that people were either ashamed or scared to seek justice made me angry. It definitely was another way to peel off the dirt I had lived in for so long when I didn't deserve to be there at all; but deep down I did care. maybe…just maybe if these thing stopped happening then the lower class could all rise up at the same time. And I knew that deep dow, the fact that I was getting more recognition with Sara and using her father's contacts were driving her completely crazy although she was still trying to use Ashar as an excuse.
Sara Ajmal wasn't lacking though, she was-used to be one of the top businesswomen in our nation which was saying a lot since women were only starting to catch up to men in the early 2000's. She not only used to love flattery, attention and daily proposals, she used to walk on it whilst making her way to a man who never wanted her in the first place. Even more so, Ashar was the one who was getting more recognition in his work without his partner Sara, so sure enough she would start to the betrayal I felt when he didn't even come to our wedding. Her parents had pretty much abandoned her, all of her friends hated her and the person she had craved the most she had pushed away into the arms of her enemy with her own hands. And it all proved to be too much for her when we still hadn't consummated our marriage after she ran away from me. We had 3 days rituals and after the second one was where the bride and groom slept together bu she had run away from me as soon as our car stopped and locked herself inside the cheap hotel I had driven her to myself. I just smirked and left her alone for now, we had enough days to make up for it. So I checked into the same room to make sure that she couldn't escape. I didn't even bother talking t her just like I hadn't ever since she came out of the hospital. Eventually after an hour she decided to break the stony silence by screaming her head off about how I had ruined her life, that it was my fault that Asher and her father hated her and I was the reason why Khirad was enjoying the life that Sara should have had with her dream man by her side. But I had learned to drown out her voice as my mimd wondered to all the bullying I had to put up with, the hardship I had suffered in a western country that was the complete opposite to ours not the mention the studying hardships alone in a brand new language I had been learning all of my life just to impress this ungrateful self-centred self-obsessed little…
As soon as it was dawn I practically kicked the door of the bathroom open and made sure to get a few pictures on my phone to forever capture the sights of the famous Sara Ajmal fall asleep on top of a toilet in the most unsightly manner that her mother would be ashamed of if she wasn't already. This wasn't how a bride wasn't supposed to be enjoying her wedding at all but for someone selfish like Sara it suited her all too well. In fact she was still asleep when I had to pick her up in my arms and bring her to the car myself. I really struggled last night, I couldn't get any sleep at all. In fact I was in such a low place that I was really considering taking both of our lives right there before I could continue but…but for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about Khirad and what I had helped to put her through that day. Her face, her emotions her tears all stabbed me in the heart every time I replayed that scene over and over again. Honestly, now that I thought about it, every time I had suffered I always thought about what she was going through at the same time. She was a woman in a patriarchal society living alone god knows where surviving god know's how…despite everything I had indeed put her though I knew that she was a fighter. She would have fought to survive and I was right. And if a woman in our nation could survive not only being a single mother with a sickly kid but also managed to return to the home she was kicked out of and that was very impressive. And despite everything she had gone through she was still so…pure, even with all the rage she had with the injustice she had put up with. And if she could do all of that then who was I to give up?