Irreversible

⚜♚18. The Wedding Chaos ♚⚜

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Rohaan

"I disown you. You are not my brother." I looked at Arsal in disbelief. "You gave your shoe, voluntarily to Yamna?" 

"I mean, technically she's the groom's side as well." Arsal laughed.

"Don't teach me technicalities! You traitor!" I shook my head at him, even as Tahira also laughed.

The moment I had approached my mother and wife in the courtyard, they both had practically dragged me out, saying that we needed to get back to the wedding. Something was up, and I was definitely going to be questioning them about it. But first, I needed to deal with this situation.

Yamna appeared beside me on the stage, grinning. "Why the long face, Rohaan? Did you lose something? Or did Arsal Bhai?" 

I glanced down at her. "You're so cute, it makes me feel almost bad."

"Bad? About what?" She looked confused.

"That you just started a war with me."

"I'm not afraid of you, I've told you that before." She looked at me, challengingly.

"And I'm not Arsalan. I will not be handing you the victory as a pity gift. True champions fight for it." 

"Haven't you heard? All's fair in war. It doesn't matter how I got the shoe, but I did. I win." She turned to Arsal. "And you're not taking Tahira anywhere until you give me the money." 

Arsal began to reach into his pocket. 

"Don't even think about it." I warned him. "You can't fight for yourself, but I can fight for you." I turned to Yamna. "I will win this."

"Yamna already has the shoe, Ro. She's already won." Haya Appi pointed out.

"You accept that. I won't." I looked at Arsal. "I'm coming. Do not even think about surrendering any money until I'm back." I looked at my troopers. "Ali, Arham, Maham, it's your duty to make sure he doesn't give up any money until I say so, okay?"

"Yes, Mamu!" The kids replied, excited to be assigned such a huge duty.

I got off the stage.

Yamna followed. "Where are you going?"

"To get a drink." When she continued walking with me, I looked at her. "Where are you going?" 

"Nowhere." 

"Just tell me where the shoe is, hamster, and things won't get messy." 

"Define messy." She asked.

"You know me. I don't need to define the word." I poured myself a glass of water and sat down on a chair to drink it. Bismillah and drink in three gulps.

"You're too calm." She looked at me suspiciously.

"I don't freak out. I do things calmly unless I'm p***ed off." I smirked. "And I have no reason to be p***ed off."

She took a seat facing me, our knees brushing. "I have the shoe."

"So you do."

"Why are you not worried?!" 

"Why are you so worried if you have the shoe?" 

She was looking annoyed now. "I don't know what you're planning, but it's not going to work. I won."