Due to her illness, she barely passed the eighth grade. After that, she left her studies. She had been living in a room on the third floor of the shah palace for three years. She was never afraid of loneliness, but she was afraid of a girl. That girl was her step-sister Nayab, who was five years older than her. She was her greatest enemy.
She made her to suffer anguish and she became mentally ill. Everyone started calling her psycho . Despite being afraid of Nayab, she was even more rude to her because she could not control her tongue. She met Nayab two or three times in a day because she had taken her responsibility in front of everyone. Nayab had no sympathy for her . She would just come to her to torture her and vent her all anger on her. Now she was there to give her breakfast. When she opened the door, the room lit up. Seeing Mah e Roo lying on the bed , a feeling of jealousy and envy surrounded her heart.
She was as if a little fairy descended from the sky. She was also an innocent kashmiri girl and a proud Iranian princess. Her black silky hair was scattered on her pillow. There was a black mole on the left just above her small upper red lip. Just like her mother. She was unaware of her beauty but Nayab was aware of it and was jealous all the time.
"Maha. You are still in bed. How many times have I told you to freshen up before I come?" Said Nayab, placing the food on the table.
"Ohh no. The witch has come to boss me again. " Mah e Roo thought in her heart. She used to call her a witch in her heart.
"I will do as I like." She said stubbornly. Nayab came to her and took off the blanket angrily.
"What??You will do what you want??? Ugly girl… You lay down all the time. Look at the condition of the room. Just look at yourself . How dirty you and your room are!" Nayab grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down.
"Ugly witch. don't know when she will get off my back. Why does she come here?" Mah e Roo began to curse her in her heart because if she said it loudly, Nayab would have beaten her. She was afraid of Nayab and tried her best to restrain her tongue in front of her but sometimes her tongue slipped.
" you are looking like a beggar ." Nayab deliberately said to vex her.
"why do you come here. I don't beg you to see me." Her heart hurt to hear this. She could not take care of herself due to illness and lived in a rough condition. even in this outfit, she looked like a princess. Nayab just wanted to humiliate her
"If I don't come here, you will not live even a single day." she bragged.
" I don't need you. I just hate you. You are bad" Maha's tongue slipped. That's what Nayab wanted.
"And you are psycho ." She smiled and Maha's face darkened. She never accepted this bitter truth that she was a psycho and tried to forget it but Nayab kept reminding her.
"I'm not psycho." tears shone in her eyes.. Nayab enjoyed to see her facial expressions
"You are. That's why, everyone left you. You have no one. Your mother left you alone and Baba hates you ." Maha's heart hurt on every word she said but she did not have to show it to her.
"I have Saifi. Auntie Sarah. take father to yourself. I don't need him with. I hate him. I hate You and your mama too. You are all bad." she opened her eyes wide to hold back her tears .
"Why do you forget again and again that I do not like such behavior? Then why do you speak like this in front of me? You know, I get angry quickly and when I get angry , I can kill you. " Nayab grabbed her neck. She needed an excuse to scare Mah e Roo. She would tease her first and then when she said something in reaction, she would grab her by the neck and threatened to kill her. Maha trembled. She was afraid to die and she was convinced that Nayab could kill her . That's why she was afraid of her. She also had a hope that Nayab would not kill her as long as she quietly endured her cruelty.
"Don't kill me." Tears flowed down on her cheeks. Nayab smiled victoriously . It was the only way she could make Mah e Roo cry, otherwise she was so stubborn that she would not cry in front of her even in deep pain, but the fear of death made her cry."
"Every time , I let you go. I think you will control yourself, but you don't control your tongue. Now get your punishment" She was staring at her with her cold eyes.
"No. Leave me. I … I will not do it again." She was trying to free her neck. Her little heart was trembling with fear of death.
"Really?" Nayab slapped her hard on the cheek. She closed her eyes and endured.
"Okay, I'm leaving you." she staggered and fell on the bed as nayab released her. She began to take deep breaths to suppress her anger.
"If you do that again, I will forget that you are sick." Mah e Roo's condition was already bad that Nayab could not torture her much. She had become so weak hat she would faint by a slap. Nayab wanted to torment her but she also needed her so she kept control on herself.
"Cursed be upon you. you will go to hell." Mah e Roo was staring at her with reddened eyes cursing her in her heart.
"I'm leaving. Wash your hands and eat this. If you won't you'll get the same food for lunch." She glared at her and went out of the room. While Mah e Roo scolded her from behind . Half an hour later her anger subsided and she got up from bed . She wore slippers in her reddish white feet and staggered to the washroom. When she returned, she saw the breakfast on the table. Her anger raised up again. There was dry bread and bitter gourd curry in fhd breakfast. Nayab would bring the food she didn't like. Sometimes she would not eat in anger and arrogance but sometimes she would have to eat if she would hungry. Now she was not hungry, so she did not eat the food and went to bed. She grabbed her doll and left the room . She came on the terrace and started talking to her doll.
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