Sweet Haram.

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Mallika's  POV.
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Dahir looked like he was in shock. He looked stunned. "What?" he whispered.

"He's her husband and islamically we can't make decisions for them, if he doesn't want a divorce then they both have to find a way to make it work".

"What?"
"We'll fix it but after she goes back".

He turns around and looks at me "Take them in and lock the door, don't open it until I tell you to".

"Dahir!" Baba shouts his name.
I pull Reema in with me and lock the door, standing by the window to watch.

I quickly got my phone and call Hanif.

What? You finally remembered me?

Hanif? Bashir is here apparently Baba told him he could take Reema back.

Dahir isn't taking things well is he?

You know how he is. He told me to bring Reema and khalid in, lock the door and not to open it until he tells me to.

I'll be there in a second. I'll call Anwar too.

Okay, hurry because I think things will get intense really soon.

I end the call, walk out, lock the door and put the key in my jeans pocket.

"I won't let him take her back! Islam didn't say we should sit and watch him torture our sister, Baba for godsake she's your daughter".

"Dahir she's going with him and that's that. I won't change my mind".

He shakes his head "No. I'm not trying to be disrespectful but I won't let this man torture my sister anymore. If her father doesn't love her she still has siblings and a mother who do. Wait... Does Ma know about it?"

He stays quiet.
Bashir just had a smirk plastered on his face. I felt like punching him.

He turns around looks at me, his smile vanishing. He looks at Dahir who was still in a deep conversation with his father before walking over to me.

"So you're the bride? I always thought it was going to be Fayza, he had his mind set on her" he says smugly.

What?! Dahir wanted to marry Fayza?

"You must be feeling quite foolish finding out he just wants you to be exactly like the girl he wanted".

I smirk "Really? Well he wasn't the one I planned to marry to. And just like you said, he wanted  to marry her because she's his type not because he loves her or likes her. I don't care about the past".

"How are you sure nothing is happening?"
"I'm not but you're not going to take Reema and Khalid with you".

His smile disappears looking fucking annoyed "Open the door or I'll find a way to make you open it" he threatens.

I scoff "Reema may be your wife but I'm not, touch me and wallahi I will slap you right across the face".

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Hanif's  POV.
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I walk in with Anwar beside me.
Baba smiles when he sees Anwar "Come and knock some sense into your brother".

"She's not going anywhere with him, I'm not going to let my sister be treated like a property, like garbage".

Baba scoffs "Dahiru we'll fix it, everything will be okay again".

"It was never okay" Anwar spits out. "Never".

"Fine, if both my sons have decided not to listen to me then what can I do? But I really hope you understand the consequences of your actions".

"But Baba---" Bashir starts talking but stops when baba walks out slamming the gate door.

"This isn't the last you'll see of me" he says before following Baba out.

We all stand there staring at each other. Mallika walks over holding onto Dahir's arm obviously still shook by the scene that just unfolded in front of her "Will they really take her?"

He shakes his head and looks at me "Let's go in. We have alot to discuss" he announces.

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Mallika's  POV.
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Reema was already smiling, a scene was just made about 30mins back but she and Fayza are already smiling and making jokes.

"Let's go join them" she says checking up on her son before walking out.

Laughter erupted as we enter the living room, deep and hoarse voices filled the house with only three men. Anwar having the deepest voice of them all, his voice sometimes reminds me of popsmoke.

Fayza and Reema sit next to Dahir putting him in the middle, Anwar was seated comfortably on the arm chair as his head dangled while Hanif and I sat on a different couch, a bit awkward.

What I really don't understand is why everyone is already in a good mood, shouldn't we be discussing what moves to make, I don't want to bring it up and seem like I'm trying to remind their precious jewel of all her problems.

"....so as I walked in Ma poured the whole pot on my head before kicking me out of her kitchen, since then I never even tried it" Anwar confessed.

"She was so pissed, he didn't eat that day" Fayza adds laughing so hard she leans on Dahir and stays put. He just looks at her and smile before turning to Hanif. "Ahh... Do you remember when Hajiya caught us stealing mangoes in school?"

"What?" I was shocked to hear it, not Dahir but Hanif because Dahir seems like he had alot of adventures as a child but then decided to change for the better.

"Yeah" Hanif says looking at me "We weren't particularly into the mangoes, we were just hyped about taking school property and climbing a tall tree. Dahir broke his arm that day".

Dahir bursts out laughing "That's true! I landed on my arm. But it was still exciting".

"How?" Reema asks "You never told us how it happened".

He leans forward resting his elbows on his thighs. Fayza stretches her legs on the couch and leans on his left arm.

"We were at the top when we heard Hajiya call our names, we saw her standing, watching us in horror so we decided to to hurry down and escape before one of us got the beating of his life. But I grabbed a feeble branch, it broke and I landed heavily on my arm" he starts laughing so hard the words became inaudible.

Everyone laughs waiting to hear the rest of the story.
"... He got up and started running with his broken arm. He didn't stop until we were at the school gate and that was when he felt the pain". Hanif ends.

"We went to Kaka's house, May her soul rest in peace. Hanif's grandmother, she took me to the hospital and persuaded both parents not to whip us".

"Hajiya did anyway".

"I remember, that was when you stayed with us for two months". Reema laughs.

"How old were you?" I ask.
"Oh they were in primary six, 10 years" Fayza answers.

"You did that when you were 10?"

They both nod.

Unfortunately I have no one to recall all these memories with, I wish I had other siblings or friends I could do this with. Reema was right at the end of the day Hanif is their family too, he's always there whether good or bad. And I'm feeling extremely left out.

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