Like every girl, I was so excited for nikah, my smile was wide, my cheeks were blushing and eyes were lower down. My ammi Zainab came and put a parda from my pink dupatta over my face. She took me towards the veil of nikah and I sat down, quietly.

I looked up a little from the parda a person was sitting in the sehra as my dulha with his cousins and friends, so was I on the other side. I couldn't see his face. Because of sehra as there was a riwaaz in our family that dulha-dulhan doesn't meet before two days of nikah.

A blush of dark crimson color overlapped my cheeks, and I smile.

At the same time Qazi sahib asked the groom, "Haider Ali Khan wald Rashid Khan, kya aapko ye nikah qubool hai?"

He looked at his mother Shireen, who eyed him, and he repeated, "Qubool hai... Qubool Hai .... Qubool Hai!!"

I closed my eyes with nervousness when Qazi sahib asked me, "Zoya Farooqui wald Mamoon Farooqui, kya aap ko ye nikah Qubool Hai?"

I gulped down the fresh lump formed in my throat and repeated, "Qubool Hai... Qubool Hai... Qubool Hai"

My life was heaven that night but exactly after 17 days of nikaah, something broke in my hand and pierced my heart when Haider the same person said, "I hate you, you become sin to my life Zoya..."

"Let me tell you today, Talaaq Talaaq, Talaaq"

And these three words made my life hell... I had two options in life, to live life alone or to die but my so-called divorced husband who has made me haraam, chosen the third one for me, which I obeyed happily.....

"Halala"