Chapter 78. The Irony of Life

Bending her knees, she forcibly sat on the floor. The man and her father both were trying to make her stand but she didn't give in. And it was then she felt someone standing behind her. She turned her head  only to find it was Sohrab. 

He made her stand up but when she again didn't give in, he slapped her cheek so hard that she crumbled on the floor. She wasn't out of the shock of the slap, when she noticed him crouching to her level, taking her hand, bringing the paper and pasting her thumb print  at the required area. 

"Congratulations," Sohrab turned towards Dilshad, "your daughter is now sold to me. And I give your daughter to this man," Sohrab pointed towards her uncle Sufyan who stood at a corner observing everything, "he runs a brothel in Pakistan. And your daughter will be a prostitute there," Sohrab laughed out heartily making Nur to look up at him, as she tried too digest his statement. 

"Father