Chapter 8: Her Yippee

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• She   Chapter 9: To My Yippe

  It was 3 am, and Meher was sub-concious. The wine bottle rolled down the bed, and the slender glass held two millilitre of red wine. Her yippie, was open, the pen playing with her fingers.__"Meher, see what papa brought for you!" Shekhar cooed, and the little girl of seven hopped towards him, wishing for the kid's novel book she secretly asked her mom."Yes daddy!" Meher cheered and jumped up and down."See what is in there for you!" Shekhar smiled. It was innocent for the innocent soul of hers, but was really his creepiest, the evil one.He handed over a gift box covered in golden glitters."Th-thank you dad!" She smiled, her eyes glistened with the brimming tears of joy. Fathima watched them over the pillar. She knew, something bad was going to happen.Meher sat down the floor, the white frock of hers touched her knee. Gently,

• She   Disclaimer

  •DISCLAIMER•This book is a work of fiction. Names of people, organisations, businesses, characters, incidents, places and events are fictional and a product of the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to actual events or places or person, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Any referance to places, businesses, location and organisations are used in a way that is purely fictional and has no resemblance to any existing organisation, location etc., and any use there of is not intended to harm, disrespect, defame or derogate any third party. The protagonist in the book, Meher, is a fictional character and has no relation whose over to Mumbai City.All Rights Reserved

• She   Chapter 8: Her Yippee

  The leaves swaying under the cool breeze that passed by. And was her hair. Moving in sync with the breeze.She clasped the maroon fabric of her frock that reached her knee length. It couldn't happen. But yet? Meher was so lost that she didn't noticed the girl already leaving the stage, pulling her lengthy gown. She pressed herself in the cold wall, letting the things process. Could it be her father? Wasn't she the only mistake of her father? The thoughts... the sudden shock... the call from her mother.... that was getting on her nerves. She felt her heartbeat accelerating, and the boiling blood rushing down her nerves. The thick drops of tears blurred her vision, and a single drop left her eye."Meher?" The voice that calmed her brain. His wavelength was strong enough to stop her palpitation.

• She   Chapter 7: Party Night

  "Now, Mr. Muhammed Tausiq Ibn Abubacker Siddiqui, if you dare to leave me behind, I'll kill you!" Sanam continued repeating after every interval."No. I'll leave you in between the crowd." He said, his eyes fixed in the traffic light, and his fingers drumming the steering. He was driving Volkswagen latest version, which belonged to Dawood. After driving his old Swift Dezire for years, driving someone's new car raised his adrenaline."I know you won't." Sanam tried to laugh."Whatever." Tausiq pressed the accelerator when the traffic light turned green. Sanam inhaled deeply and affixed her gaze outside the window. And Tausiq managed to give a glance to her every time. She was busy in admiring Mumbai city, and he was busy in admiring Sanam.He examined how her eyes brighten, her muscles contract, and her lips twitch. Her big eyes moved and looked at the rear view mirror. He found that her

• She   Chapter 6: Two Women From The Same Background

  "No ammy. I want to complete my education. You know right, I'm just nineteen!""Fathima... but your nanny and abbu? Ya Allah, I don't know.""Why can't you just tell her that I'm not ready to marry someone who's elder than me for seventeen years!""It's..it's our-""No more traditions!" Fathima whimpered. She covered her face and cried. Her mother, Kulsum, soothed her back. She doesn't wanted her daughter to have the same fate as hers. She wanted Fathima to get educated, and to be a lawyer. But deep inside her heart, she knew that her family won't agree with her. "Even I wanted to be a doctor." Kulsum opened her heart. "But my parents, they were so orthodox like your grandma. That was why I was married at ten to your father who's elder than me for twenty two years." Sh

• She   Chapter 5: Some Surprises

  Everything was so quite.It was so swift that Shekhar opened the door of her room... The trembling hands of hers covered her mouth to prevent the further whimpering. His lips again started whistling, and he inserted his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He examined the whole room of white shade. Her desire towards light, infact her hate towards dark was marking."Where are you hiding!" Shekhar Nair roared, and a hiccup fell from Meher's mouth.With a nasty smirk, Shekhar paced forward to the long wooden plywood cupboard. Suspeciously, he pulled open the almirah to check whether she hide inside."I know you are here. In this room."It was very swift that his eyes glued to the slightly moved cloth basket. Never leaving his eyes from it, Shekhar, pulled out the clothes to discover a human form inside, she.Meher's lips quivered, as his rough hands p