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Inayat POV

Walking up to Mandakini bhabhi's room, I suddenly recalled what Armaan Bhai Jaan had announced when Aryan came into the Haveli for the last time. He literally explained him the quotes from the Holy Quran to make him realise his mistakes.

I thought it must be over some small matter, and Balraj bhaiya's entry felt more like showing his power over us, instead of revenge. I thought he did so to show the world how weak we were, but today I deciphered that it was a father's agony, a husband's vexation and a lion's wrath.

Oh my God! How will I apologise to her for my behaviour, and most importantly my brother's brutalities on her?

Standing at the entrance, I saw her weeping terribly. Her head resting on Balraj bhaiya's chest. It seems he was consoling her.

"Bhabhi!"

I muttered when they glanced at me together, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Why the hell are you here? Raj, ask her to get away else I will regret doing something bad with her."

She mumbled in an irritated tone. I gulped, fidgeting my fingers before my abdomen. I was scared of her now.

"Why are you here, Inayat?"

Bhaiya asked me in a polite way, and my breath hitched before answering

"I......I want to..... apologise. I'm so sorry."

My gaze extempore lowered, as I spoke these words.

"We don't want your apologies. They are not giving us anything, and I don't want to see your face, so stay away from me."

She warned me in a rude way, and my eyes turned teary all of a sudden. No one has ever talked to me like that, but she was angry because of her sufferings. I can't blame her.

"Priye, I don't think we should accuse her of something that her brother did. All of us are not same."

Bhaiya tried to explain to her, but she flared.

"She had pointed a gun at you, just a few minutes ago, and now you speak for her. Why are we giving her so much importance? She is one of them."

She blurted out, and my heart panged.

"I am so sorry, I......I didn't know what my brother had done that day. I had listened to.....Armaan Bhai Jaan yelling at him, but I thought it was like always..... about the brothel girls. Yeah! I remember he had mentioned killing a 'kafir' inside a woman's womb, but I thought he was blabbering as he always did, even before this incident happened."

I told her the truth, in a quavering voice. I kept sniffing in between the words.

"He has always been obsessed with killing 'kafirs', but he never understood the actual meaning of that term."

I informed them the truth. Aryan was too different from my mother and Armaan Bhai Jaan. Allah knows who kept feeding him with such non-sense ideologies, but now I was shattered to witness this side of his. I had never imagined that someone's ideologies hold a potential to rip apart families.

"He has shamed me, my family, even my religion. We aren't like this. My family isn't like this. Please....I beg you to forgive me for raising gun at Bhaiya. I was a fool, just a girl who was kept away from the family business. This is why I never got to know anything."

I started weeping terribly, and crouched on the floor after speaking these words. I palmed my face, and sobbed miserably. I heard someone's footsteps approaching me, and he held my biceps.