Meher, did you fight with your teacher again? The lady was asking Meher in a stern tone. She came into the room, stopped the music and asked Meher. What's the problem, Mama? Meher got angry because the music was stopped and grabbed Remod in her hand and threw him to the ground again with force.
But the lady did not care much about Meher's action, Meher, answer the question I asked you. Did you stage a spectacle in the university again today?
After listening to her lady, she sat down again and smiled and said, yes, you did stage a spectacle, why do you have a problem?
This is what the lady expected from Meher, very good Meher, well done, you are proving that you are the spoiled child of a rich father, well done. Saying this, the lady left Meher's room, but Meher did not care about anything, she was just using her mobile phone comfortably.
Mehr Sultan was a spoiled and spoiled daughter of Sultan Khan. Khanum Mehr's mother was very upset with Mehr's behavior.
But her parents also had a hand in Mehr becoming like this. They kept fulfilling every legitimate and illegitimate wish of Mehr without caring about what the consequences might be, and today they were angry thinking that this mistake was theirs.
Khanum came to her room to talk to Sultan about Mehr, but Sultan was nowhere to be seen, so she went to his study room. Sultan was in an online meeting there. Seeing Sultan working, Khanum sat on a chair placed aside. Sultan had realized that she wanted to talk to him, so he quickly finished his work and closed his laptop.
Yes, Madam, tell me what you have to say, you who have been looking at me for so long. Sultan, now Mehr is out of control. Today she has again fought with her teacher and the way she talks can make anyone angry. After listening to the lady, Sultan took off his glasses and kept them aside and took a deep breath. Madam, you should go to her university in the morning and end this matter. Let's see what to do. Madam nodded her head in agreement and left the room. At ten in the morning, Mehr and Khanum were in the principal's office and there were three of Mehr's teachers standing nearby. Madam! Look, we respect Sultan Sahib a lot and everything he says is on our lips, but Mehr is doing a lot of wrong. She doesn't even have the slightest sense of distinction to talk to anyone. Sorry, but we can't bear it anymore. Khanum was listening to the principal's words silently and there were Mehr's teachers standing nearby. The lady seemed very big but Mehr didn't care about this. She just I was looking at her face. "Madam, you can ask Mehar's teacher what happened."
A teacher was just about to speak when Mehr stood there, the spectacle was over. Mehr slapped the principal's table hard and shouted, do you guys even know who you are talking to? Do you have so much time? Tell me, so much time that I should point a finger at the wife and daughter of the man who funds this non-university with a huge amount of money, do you have time? The principal's face turned red after hearing Mehr's words. The lady stood up quickly, Mehr, be quiet, let's get out of here, but Mehr did not stop. She pushed her uncle's hand back and went to the teacher standing there, do you have time? And then she went to the second teacher or do you have time? And then she went to the third teacher and stood in front of him, you gave two answers? Do you have time? Two answers! But no one spoke. Come on, remember who you are talking to when you open your mouth and she kept a glass of water there and slammed it on the ground and came out with her uncle.
Seeing Mehr leaving the office, Fateh quickly came to her, he greeted the lady and asked Mehr, "What's wrong, Mehr? I haven't been here for two days, so there's so much drama." No problem, "Fateh", now Mehr Sultan will not open his mouth to anyone, all the fingers that are raised towards him are turning black. Saying this, she looked at her maternal uncle, "Now you go and tell Baba that they have not received any complaints from the university." Khanum, who was earlier angry with Mehr's behavior, now became furious.
Fateh, seeing Khanum's face, understood what was going on, "Auntie, come and eat something," but Khanum refused, saying that she had something important to do, so she left.
Fateh, let's eat something, they both left and Mehr started telling her the whole story.
When Mehr came home, Khanum and Sultan were talking, but Mehr went to her room without listening to her. Khanum had told Sultan about the entire incident that happened today, and like Khanum, she was also very angry with Mehr.
Sultan Sahib called Mehr, but Mehr did not listen, so instead of calling the man working in the house, he called Mehr.
Mehr, daughter, is calling you, sir. Mehr, who was talking on the call at that time, hung up and came out with them." Son, today sir is very angry, think about it." Hearing this, Mehr smiled, don't worry, Yusuf, nothing will happen, you go, Yusuf had been working in Sultan Sahib's house for thirty years. Mehr had grown up in his hands, that's why he wanted her like his own daughter. Mehr came out and stood in front of her father. "Yes, father, what happened?" Mehr's attitude was making Sultan angry. "Mehr, what have you done today?" Sultan was asking Mehr while sitting on the sofa, while Khanum was sitting with him. "When Mama has told you everything, why are you asking me?" She said while folding her arms. "Mehr, be discreet, if you have to stay here," Mehr looked at her father after hearing this from Sultan. "What do you mean? If you have to stay here, what do you want to say? Are you throwing me out of the house? Sultan got up and stood right in front of her, "If I had to do this, believe me, I wouldn't be even slightly bored, Mehr." She was looking at them both in surprise. "I don't want to talk to you both." Saying this, Mehr went to her room. Mehr's mind was going crazy. She was throwing everything she kept in her room here and there, including glass objects, which hit her feet, causing her to bleed, but Mehr was not feeling anything in her anger. She couldn't even feel that when she was throwing things, she fell to the ground and hurt her hand. In that anger, she called Fateh, who picked up the call on the third ring. Hello, Mehr! Fateh! From the sound of the song behind her, Mehr realized that he was not at home. "Hello, Fateh!" There was a hesitation in Mehr's voice, which was very rare. Hearing Meher's voice, Fateh became worried. "Meher, what happened? Are you okay?" The sound of singing coming from behind Fateh had subsided now. Maybe he had come out. "Father, are you okay?" Without saying anything, Meher asked Fateh. "Meher, I'm at a party right now. Tell me, what happened to you?"
"Tell me the address, I'm coming," Mehr said without listening. "No, Mehr, not you." Just then, Fatih said something, but Mehr hung up the call. Fatih looked at the phone and then took a deep breath. He knew that something was up, so he couldn't stop Mehr. Fatih gave Mehr the address of the place and came inside and booked a table in the restaurant on the second floor. He didn't want Mehr to come to this party. By the time Fatih's message came, Mehr had already put on her jacket and while putting on her heels, she had also noticed her injury, but she still put on the same heels, tied her hair, wiped the blood on her hands with a tissue and left the room. Sultan and Khanum were probably in their room. She sat comfortably in her car and left. She could not control her anger the whole way. She had escaped accidents many times due to the high speed of the car.
Fatih was waiting for Maher standing outside, and as she drove past, Fatih was thankful that she was okay.
When Meher got out of the car, Fateh held her hand, gave the car keys to the boy standing nearby for parking and took Meher inside where he had booked a table. Fateh pulled a chair back for Meher and made her sit on the chair right in front of him. He was about to say something when his eyes fell on his hands and saw the blood. He looked at his hands. He hadn't been hurt, so why this blood?
Fateh looked at Meher. "Meher, show me your hands." But Meher didn't bring her hands up, so Fateh held her hand and saw where the injury was. He looked at Meher's face. "Meher, aren't you in pain?" Meher shrugged her shoulders and nodded. "You know, Fateh, I don't feel pain," saying this, Meher rubbed her hand against Fateh's. Fateh saw Meher's face. Was she telling the truth? Fateh got up from his seat and went to the reception and asked them for some things. When he returned, he had some things in his hand to apply to the injury. Fateh placed Mehr's hand on his right hand and started cleaning her injury with his other hand. Mehr was not bothered by this injury, but Fateh was lying. Fateh cleaned her hand well and bandaged it and then looked at Mehr. "Mehr, you said, and you're not hurt?" Mehr kept looking at Fateh for a few seconds, then asked Fateh if he could see her foot. Fateh was looking at her questioningly when Mehr pointed to her foot. When Fateh's eyes went to her foot, he sat on the ground without thinking and started applying bandages to her foot as well. Then he sat in his seat, cleaned his hands and asked Mehr. "Mehr, what is all this? How did you get these injuries?" Mehr, who was looking at her hand, ignored Fateh's words and asked him, "Fateh, what are you doing at the party?"