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CHAPTER 96

Azaan Raza Mir
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I have been in love with her for about six years now, even before Danish bhai started loving her. She is cute, naive, and beautiful; anyone can start loving her the moment they see her. That's what happened to me as well. I fell in love with her the moment I saw her, but destiny wasn't on my side. Now, she is my sister-in-law. What should I call someone who falls in love with Danish Raza Mir? He is a man devoid of emotions, with a dark personality akin to midnight. He exhibits bipolar behaviour and changes like a chameleon. Known as a fuckboy, he plays with emotions. Despite this, she seems to truly love him.

Why does she love him? How can she love him? Does she know what he does for a living? Does she know Danish bhai has offered her father the orphanage land in exchange for their walima? If she knew everything he did, then she is nothing but a gold digger in my eyes. It seems she is after Danish bhai for money, as even her father accepted the walima in exchange for land. Their family appears to be full of gold diggers.

My heart struggles to accept that she is a gold digger; in my eyes she is naive and beautiful just like her name. She is my first love, but why did god have to take her away and marry her off to my brother? Am I so unworthy of her love? Ali and Maria are aware that I have feelings for Maryam, even before she married Danish. However, they warned me that bhai would kill me if he found out. Despite their caution, I struggle to let go of my emotions for her and find it difficult to move on.

Currently, we are on our way to the Dhaba. She is sitting beside Danish bhai, with Maria in the back seat. Asad is driving, and Iam in the passenger seat. I kept glancing at her through the rearview mirror, but she was occupied tracing her fingers through his veiny hands. I glanced my hands and noticed that they were also veiny, though not as much as bhai's. He is a gym freak, while I only go when I feel like it. However, now I have to go regularly build my body for her to trace her fingers through my veiny hands. I close my eyes, leaning my head on the seat. It's difficult to see her with someone else. I simply can't bear the sight.

" We're here", Asad said, patting my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see that we have arrived at the familiar dhaba where I first saw her when i was 19 and she was 13. The age difference made me feel like a paedophile for falling in love with her. Ab tab ke woh 19 saal ki hai par mere bhai ki biwi hai. Kya naseeb hai mera.

As we all stepped out of the car, I turned my head and saw her adjusting her shawl. She was wearing a purple t-shirt and black pants, looking sexy and perfectly fitted. I looked at her from head to toe, only to find her already staring at me. However, as she saw where my gaze was going, she quickly hide behind Danish bhai.

With an embarrassing chuckle, I slap my forehead as I turn to lock the car door. Suddenly, we hear a bike being stopped near our car. I lift my head to see Ali on his black panther bmw bike. This man loves showing off alot, he removes his helmet and shakes his head and winks at me. He kept his helmet on the bike and approached me. "Was I looking sexy on the bike, bhai?", he asked, "very sexy, Ali", I replied as I pulled him towards me by his shoulder.

"Shifa will become even more obsessed with me", he said, causing me to look at him. "Ho hi na jaaye", I replied, looking at him. "Kya matlab ho hi na jaaye, meri Shifa mujhse mohabbat karti hai", he said, narrowing his eyes. "Maine kab kaha ke woh tumse mohabbat nahi karti", I asked, as we walked towards the table. "Aap mohabbat ke bare mein kya jano bhai, aapki mohabbat toh kisi aur ki biwi hai".

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Maryam Chaudhary
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I held Danish's hand tightly under the table as I looked around the punjabi dhaba. It was around 9'o clock in the evening, and the moon was shining brightly in the dark sky. The dhaba was surrounded by lush greenery, and the weather was beautiful. The hustle and bustle in the dhaba added to the pleasant atmosphere. The last time I was here, I had slapped Danish for kissing me forcefully. Now, I was here with him for the second time as his wife.