Chapter 3

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Her POV

I stopped crying and left my father's arms. My husband remained quite and stone faced. My father walked to him and said with tears in his eyes "Jamai sa,  please forget the past . Take care of my daughter, she is my wor-" But he was interrupted when my husband said in a deep ,menacing voice "Stop with your sentimental talks. old man. I am not marrying your daughter to treat her like a princess, but to make your family pay." My throat constricted as his words shook me to the core. But he won't win. because I, FARHA BEGUM, will fight back.

His POV

I look at my wife, expecting her to start crying again, refusing to go with me, but she remained calm. composed. determined. And I am going to crush all of it.


Her POV

The ride to his house was silent. The driveaway was  the longest part, The mansion so huge. Bigger then my home,  It looked like it just jumped out of a hindi TV serial where they show the hero to be rich and the heroine to be picked out of the roadside. As soon as we reached, my husband left, but I didn't care. Suddenly, my side of the door opened and there stood three men of my age, visibly having an argument. Suddenly, one of them stepped forward and said "I am Ayaan, Rudra Bhai's brother, and this is my bro-" He was interrupted by the man he was pointing to" I am Advik, his twin." And the third one glared at the other two "I am Parth, Ruddy's Best friend. Don't worry sister, If he ever makes you cry, I will make sure he regrets every bit of it" He said, making me chuckle. Those three were beaming at me, and I couldn't help but return their smile as they chorused "WELCOME HOME, Bhabhi".



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