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I was bored and I have my exams so thought of writing a short os on my current favourite show.

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Nothing comes between me and my games. When I play, my mind is completely focused-I'm always a winner in that world. Games have the same rules for everyone, regardless of who's playing. But in the real world, things are different. You don't get a second chance; once you've lost, you're labeled a loser. It wasn't something that bothered me because, in every household, there's an Adeel and a Mustafa. I was content with my place in the world, until she entered my life.

Sharjeena, a girl with everything in control, more qualified than me, she was meant to be my brother's wife. As to why such an unfit me and her married each other, it can only be said that it happened simply due to a coincidence.

From the moment Sharjeena entered my life, things began to change in ways I couldn't understand. She was everything I wasn't-confident, accomplished, always in control. Standing beside her, I felt like a shadow, insignificant and unworthy. I wondered why fate had decided to pair us together when she clearly deserved someone like Adeel, someone who matched her in every way.

But life, much like a game, sometimes throws unexpected challenges your way. This was one challenge I never anticipated. At first, I tried to ignore her, tried to keep my distance, but she had a way of drawing me in, of making me see the world differently. She wasn't just someone who fit perfectly into my brother's life; she was someone who was starting to fit into mine.

The more I got to know her, the more I realized that she wasn't as perfect as I'd imagined. She had her fears, her insecurities. And somehow, amidst all that, she started to see something in me, something even I had never seen in myself. She didn't treat me like the failure I thought I was.

But the question remained-what could I possibly offer her? She was still leagues ahead of me in every way. And there were no guarantees that I wouldn't fail her, just like I'd failed in so many other things in life. Yet, there she was, standing beside me, making me question everything I thought I knew about myself, not about winning and losing, about what really mattered. The game had changed, and I wasn't sure of the rules anymore. All I knew was that, for the first time, I didn't want to lose. Not this time, not with her.

Sharjeena deserved a better man than someone like me. I didn't want her to give up on me, but I saw the same look in her eyes that my mother used to give me. All this happiness was never truly mine. I wasn't her choice; this marriage was built on 'majburi' (compulsion). If it weren't for the circumstances, she would have never married me

My mother disliked Sharjeena, since my father kicked out my brother for his decision to marry Rubab. My mother blamed Sharjeena, not Adeel. Because Adeel was her perfect son, if he had chosen Rubab then she must be definitely a better choice. And he was also the breadwinner of the family, the heart and soul. After our nikkah, I realised, maybe it wasn't the matter of just Sharjeena, she mistreated her just beacause she was my wife. If she had been Adeel's wife, Ammi would have served her biryani like she was serving Rubab.

"Bahu k salary se rashan nahi aata humarey ghar mai".

My mother had no problem with Rubab's wealth, her attitude, or her contribution to the household. In fact, she welcomed it. Because Rubab was Adeel's choice, and anything Adeel chose was automatically right in her eyes.

It was unfair, but it was the reality we lived in. I knew Sharjeena saw it too, saw how different things would have been if she'd married Adeel instead. But she never complained, never showed her frustration. She just... endured. And that made it worse, made me feel even more like a failure. She deserved so much more, yet here she was, stuck with me.