ACCIDENTALLY YOURS✨[Slow Updates]

Chapter : 12🥀| Rude

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Mehrish Hossain :

I

shouldn't cry for someone like him. I had a gut feeling that he was lying to me, but I ignored it and blamed myself for overthinking. And now I'm feeling pathetic to cry over a cheater.

I hate myself for being so emotional.

"Mehr, baccha(baby), open the door," Mumma said and knocked on the door. But I didn't move from my bed.

"Open the door, Mehr," Api said.

"I want to stay alone for some time, please," I yelled, my voice hoarse from crying. I buried my face in the pillow.

After some time, someone knocked on the door.

"Princess, please open the door," Baba said pleadingly. I sighed and got up, opened the door, and silently sat on my bed. Baba came and sat beside me. I rested my head on his shoulder.

"I hate to see tears in my princess's eyes," He said softly while caressing my hair.

I closed my eyes.

"I am sorry," He said with a guiltful voice. I raised my head and looked at him.

"Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything?" I said and scrunched my brows.

"I should have searched more about him," He said sadly.

"Baba, It was not your fault...It was my luck. I'm lucky that at least Allah showed me his real face today; what if I found his reality after marrying him? I know I got hurt but it was for good," I said and gave him a soft smile.

Baba was looking at me with admiration. And he kissed the crown of my head.

"My princess, I promise, I will find a deserving partner for you, do you trust me?" He asked gently.

"With my life," I said assuringly and hugged him tightly.

I saw Mumma and Api standing beside the door and watching us with awe.

Api cleared her throat.

"Mumma, I think some people forgot that we also exist," Api said teasingly making us chuckle.

Baba spread his arms for Api and Mumma. They came, and we did a group family hug.

Peace.

Thank you so much, Allah, for giving me a supporting and understanding family.

Aarish Yazeed Khan :

Today was one of the most dramatic days of my life. What happened with Mehrish was bad I agree. But how can Dad think of me and Mehrish like that out of nowhere?

"Dad, how can you think of me and Mehrish like that?" I asked as I sat on the sofa.

"Like what?" He questioned back.

"You know it very well, You didn't even ask my opinion?" I asked in a gloomy tone.

"Aarish, you are my son, and I have the right to decide what is good for you," he said calmly. And I looked at him in disbelief.

"Asif, Aarish is right, Mehrish is not a good match for him," Mom said curtly.

"Yasmeen, I'm talking to my son, and I know Mehrish; she was perfect for Aarish," Dad said sternly.