The next couple of months were rough after that; I was completely disowned by my family in front of the whole nation, my father had frozen my bank accounts and had taken away everything he had bought me…which was everything I had owned. I wasn't even allowed to go home to pack my things; I was homeless and I had no money, I had lost face because of a lowly bitch and now I was even poorer than she had ever been. I didn't even have change to check in a hotel for a few days and my old boss wouldn't take me back even though myself and Ashar were the ones who scored the most clients. I was left destitute and I had absolutely no choice but to crawl back to Khirad who the whole of Pakistan loved now. And as I expected; he didn't make it easy at all for me.
First of all; he didn't even look surprised at the stunt I pulled at my wedding, and I knew it was due to the fact that himself or my father didn't pay a single penny for it. Instead, it was all the sponsors from all over the country who were desperate to start business with my father and even people who had catered to Ashar like he was a Prince and helped him to start his lawyer career rather quickly than other people. And I had destroyed all of their efforts, and in doing so I had ruined all of my father's hard work and reputation that he had built for himself alone starting at the age of 17. In truth, my father was my world, my hero…and Ashar took so much after him and that was why I had made him my entire world but…I was too far gone in my rage, my lost pride and everything else that had slipped away from me the moment that Khirad Ehsaan came into my life.
Second of all; Khirad and Khizar had now become the nation's treasure whilst I tuned out to be the spoilt selfish greedy obsessed brat who humiliated her family and was after a married man. People praised them and helped them everywhere they went, but that wasn't the worst news. Khirad…that lowly dowdy girl who barely survived giving tuitions out of her apartment…had now taken over my job! Working with her husband! And she had taken over my office as well! The very thought made me spiral out of control but of course I had no money to use for anything. People pointed at me on the street, they laughed at me and they started taking out their cameras and their phones and they kept filming me wherever I went to the point were I was taken to a police station! I had to stay in a cell overnight because I was being 'a public nuisance'! But no matter what I said, what I threatened to happen, everybody knew that my word was no longer good for anything anymore. In the end it was Khizar of all people who collected my from my cell the next day and paid for my bail without looking at me with devotion like he had been all this time. He actually had the nerve to act better than me as if he actually was! He seemed to be more delusional than before when he stalked me non-stop. As soon as we were out out of sight he practically grabbed me like I was some sort of…servant girl and shoved me into the car. I didn't even have the chance to fight him off because everyone in the street had noticed me as usual so I…let him shove me like that before I tried to scratch his face off in the car. But this lowborn rat had the audacity to slap me? Just like Ashar did? What the hell was going on? Why did the people to used to worship me now treat e like I was a dishwasher cloth? Why did they all start…to hate me? To despise me? To treat me exactly like how I had treated Khirad? What did I do so wrong? She came into our lives and stole everything from me! She stole my family, my love and even my job! What the hell did she know about my work! But before I could think about it more Ashar grabbed me again and grabbed me by the arm before dragging me into a a decent apartment complex in a well-off neighbourhood. I was too shocked by the sudden change in his life to notice what was going on until he shoved me onto a very expensive looking sofa and sat opposite me.