So this was a rare opening gift from my Amir Kabir husband

The wound on her forehead was deep, a spring of blood had soaked her palm and she was silently looking at her full reflection in a full-length mirror with blurred eyes at her bad luck, her bad luck.
He was decorated from head to toe.
Marjeena, who always kept the illusion of her white dress with simplicity, when she was decorated today, the onlookers were just watching. The mouths of the locals were not getting tired of singing songs about her happiness.
Wow! Royal father-in-law,
Wow! wonderful groom,
Someone would now ask Marjeena about the condition of her heart, which looked like an abscess.
Someone came and saw the gift of a wonderful face from a wonderful husband, the relentless blow of a heavy hand, which made his forehead bleed in a moment.
When the Mercedes, decorated like a bride, came and stopped behind them at the corner of the neighborhood, I believe that whoever saw it had a finger in their mouth.
"Wah Re Bhagaon Wali Marjina, Tere To Bhag Hi Khul Gaye, Girls who are born in these narrow streets do not even have the time to dream so high and you are going to live this reality, Teri To Thath Hai, Ari Sun, Jamila is The astrologer Baba had predicted the truth.
As the alms of the neighborhood were being distributed, the words of women dripping with saliva, the trumpets started to echo in Israfel's ears, so he put his hands on both ears.
His heart was screaming, his heart was also screaming.
Tell them all with a clear throat, fold your hands in front of them and say.
"Oh God so-and-so aunt, God so-and-so aunt, God so-and-so sister-in-law, don't ask for such a fate for your daughter, it's for Allah, don't ask for a fate like Marjeena's."
His heart was screaming and his lips were sewn with fear and terror, for he was just outside the closed door, wondering if the sound of his sobbing would provoke him back.
She dragged herself by rubbing both cheeks on the warning of fear and stood in front of the tall mirror in the dressing room.
"Sahagan is the same as Payaman Bhai."
Another mocking phrase escaped Figar's lips

Where is Sahagan?
How is Sahagan?
To adorn a precious pair of Zartar,
Adorned with precious jewels,
or
Sahagan did not get any smaller by getting make-up from a big beauty parlor.
She became the showpiece daughter-in-law of this wonderful family, so she was seated on the throne of Sahagan.
But how?
Her husband probably doesn't even know that one of his wives was not married but bought by his family.
Yes! Buy!!
Poor people are bought for such abnormal psychological rich people.
As soon as a poor woman wakes up, they are to blacken the night and day, what could a psychotic semi-crazy person in the grief of separation from his first wife give her. Except his name and that swagger.
'Psychic!!'
With a wounded smile on his lips, he touched the wound on his forehead where the blood had now congealed.
"Marjina! He's not crazy. Don't pay attention to what you guys say, it's just Janita's breakup that made him so. I'm sure your love and attention will bring him back to life. My brother is a loving and sensitive man. He is a human being. You will give him love once and he will return it to you four times for life. Just a few days will pass by you.
These were the words of his great sleep.
some days
The first blow, the first blow, the first explosion, the first revelation had knocked him on his face.
"Marjina! As soon as I saw you, I felt that you are the girl who can return our smiling son to us. Don't break this mother's hope."
These were the words of his mother-in-law.
He had his own hope. And he had filled the never-ending darkness in a living being to light the candle of his hope.
His soft emotions, his abode of dreams had turned to ashes.