Being his replacement bride.(Completed)✔️

Chapter 1.

FU'AD.

The morning dawned bright and cheerful, with laughter and excitement filling the air. Today was meant to be the happiest day of my life-my wedding day. The day I had longed for, prayed for, and dreamt of for years. It was finally here.

After offering my morning prayers, I remained seated on the prayer mat, soaking in the moment. From outside, I could hear the commotion-the sound of guests arriving, chairs being arranged, and last-minute preparations for the wedding fatiha, scheduled for 10:00 a.m.

A soft knock broke through my thoughts, and in walked Imran, my cousin. His face was lit with his usual playful energy.

"The groom of the century!" he teased, extending his hand for a handshake.

I smiled, shaking his hand warmly.
" When did you arrive?"

"By 2 a.m.," he replied with a grin. "Everywhere was locked, so I slept at the gateman's quarters. Maama and Baaba didn't even know I was coming. But I promised you I wouldn't miss your big day, didn't I?"

"You did, and I appreciate it, bro. But you could have called me to pick you up."

He laughed. "How could I trouble the latest groom, Munnaya's one and only himself? Anyway, where's Ameer?"

" Only Munnaya has the right to stress me now," I joked, but my smile faded slightly. "I've been trying to reach Ameer, but his phone's been off. I'll try calling him again."

As I picked up my phone, a notification flashed across the screen. It was from My Wiffey , my fiancée, Munnaya. My heart swelled with joy as I opened the message, expecting something sweet or romantic.

But what I read shattered my entire world.

"I'm sorry, Fu'ad. I can't marry you anymore. I've realised love isn't enough. I want a life of luxury and fame-something you can't provide. Ameer, with his wealth and status, is everything I've ever dreamed of. We've been in a relationship for a while now, and I can't keep it a secret anymore. I'm leaving with him to start a better life. I hope you move on. Ma'asalam."

I stared at the message, unable to comprehend it. My mind reeled. Was this some cruel joke? My hands trembled as I dialled her number, but it was switched off. Ameer's phone was off too.

"What's wrong, Fu'ad?" Imran asked, concern etched on his face.

I handed him my phone without a word. He read the message, and his face darkened.

"SubhanAllah! What's this? How could this happen to you on your wedding day?"

I paced the room, my mind racing. "This must be a prank. It has to be. Munnaya wouldn't do this to me. She can't."

"Calm down, bro. Let's figure this out," Imran said, trying to steady me. But there was no calming the storm in my chest.

A knock at the door interrupted us. It was Fadil, my youngest sibling.

"Yaa Fu'ad, Maama and Baaba want to see you," he said before darting away.

My heart sank. Did they know? Could they feel my world crumbling beneath me?

"Let's go," Imran said, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

We entered Baaba's living room, exchanging pleasantries before Maama's gentle voice broke the tension.

"Fu'ad," she began cautiously, "something serious has happened, and we couldn't keep it from you."

"Na'am," I replied, barely above a whisper, my mind still clinging to denial.

Baaba sighed deeply. "We're sorry, son, but... Munnaya has run away."

Imran interjected, "She texted him, Baaba."

I fell to my knees before Maama, clutching her legs like a child. "No, no, Maama. Tell me this isn't true. Please!"

Maama rubbed my back soothingly. "Take heart, my son. Allah knows best. Don't let this break you."

But I was already broken. Tears streamed down my face as the weight of betrayal settled in my chest.

"Listen to me, Fu'ad," Maama continued softly. "We've spoken with the Bello family, and they've agreed to a new arrangement. Nadia, Munnaya's cousin, will marry you. She's a decent, kind-hearted girl. This was Allah's plan all along."

I couldn't respond. My thoughts were consumed by memories of the woman I loved and the friend who had betrayed me. How could they do this to me?

I stood abruptly and left the room, ignoring the voices calling after me. Back in my room, I collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. The pain was unbearable. I slapped myself, hoping to wake from this nightmare. But it was real.

The love of my life had chosen wealth over love. And my best friend-my brother-had betrayed me in the worst way.

What had I done to deserve this?

As I lay there, drowning in despair, one question lingered in my mind: Who is Nadia?

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