❝You married me for a mere revenge?❞ Her lips quivered as she looked at her husband for whom she fell harder. Though his down casted gaze told her the truth, she preferred to hear a lie from him for she was ready to believe his every lie like she di...
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"Tum cheez badi hai mast," Rabiya was chirping a song happily when her sister-in-law entered the room without permission. She didn't pay attention to the shadow hovering over her as she was busy with the notes in her hands. Grinning at the precious notes, she mumbled, "Thank God Aiman Bhabi didn't try to be a part else I would have to share this."
"Who told you don't have to share?" Zoya watched the startled look on her sister-in-law's face, with her brows raised.
Rabiya furrowed, "None was by my side when I was bidding with Bhai." With a hard face, she nodded, "Yes! It was the poor me who raised the fifty thousand to seventy five thousand. You don't know how stingy Bhai is when it comes to his money. No one helped me during the deal, so it will be me alone who would enjoy this."
"Keep dreaming," Zoya deadpanned. Glaring at the scowl on her sister-in-law's face, she stated, "He gave you the money for me. Moreover, the ritual should be done by the bride's side which was not what actually happened. So, give me my share." She extended her hand, waggling her index finger.
The latter gasped, "This is not fair! He is your husband, you should ask from him." Her eyes feigned innocence as she decided to keep a cute pout on her lips.
With a tight lipped smile, Zoya said, "That's not going to work on me, darling." Letting go of the forge smile, she eyed the bundle of notes, "Hurry up! Place a 25000 here."
