Gereksiz İntikam

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At night, Rehmaan Baba refused to talk to him, which made him irritated.

Abraham went to Rubab's room and cried his heart out in front of his sleeping niece and the huge portrait of his late sister.

While he was talking to his sister, Taha entered the room. Seeing the vulnerable state of Don Abraham Ahmad somehow hurt him.

When Abraham noticed Taha's presence, he spoke to him.

But he didn’t have the heart to tell him why he didn’t kill him and why he tortured him the least.

He couldn’t, because right now he was confused.

In the morning, Talib Rehman finally decided to talk to him after so much insistence.

They both were sitting in his office when Abraham initiated the conversation.

“Did she?” he asked, unable to form the words.

“Abraham, why this sudden desperation?” Talib asked, more like mocking him.

Abraham controlled his anger because right now only Talib could tell him the truth.

"Rehman Baba, you are older than me. I respect you, but don’t test my patience—not in my sister’s case,” he seethed.

Talib chuckled mockingly.

“Sister? Really?” he asked.

“You wanted to know the truth, right?” Talib asked, leaning back on the sofa.

Abraham nodded and said, “Only the truth without any deceit.”

“I already know Rubab is Rabail’s daughter,” Talib started. “When Taha told me about her having a mafia background in Turkey, I was suspicious. But when you came to me a few times, I had already shifted them to Atarib,” he said.

Abraham’s continued tapping on the armrest showed his restlessness.

“I thought you would recognize Taniya when I decided to tell you about their location, but what did you do, Abraham? You didn’t even spare a glance at my daughter; you were too busy with Rubab,” Talib said, taking a deep breath.

“You know, your family always did injustice to Miraal because what? Because she chose to love my nephew?” he asked.

Tears filled Abraham’s eyes hearing this, but he remained silent.

“Your whole family punished her for loving a man,” Talib chuckled. “Then why this sudden care about her children?” he asked.

“Baba, she looks like my sister,” Abraham whispered, trying to control his voice.

“Oh, so your unclehood awakened upon seeing your sister’s look-alike?” Talib asked bitterly. “You know, Abraham? Not a single day passed without her crying for her family. She made that decision out of love, but...” Talib stopped.

“But Talha was in touch with Rabail Aapi. He never told her about having children,” Abraham said.

“Whom are you fooling, Abraham? She got married out of love at such a young age to an Afghani much older than her, and you think she wouldn’t have any children?” Talib mocked bitterly

Abraham tried to control himself.

“You don’t even know what Miraal and my nephew went through,” Talib said, looking at him. “He married her because he loved her; she was his everything. But unfortunately, he belonged to a dirt-like terrorist group.

“I want to know what happened after Aapi left us,” Abraham uttered.

Taking a deep breath, Talib Rehman started,