I Became His Replaced Bride

Chapter 24

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Past,

Parekh Bhawan.

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Neeti Parekh sobbed, her voice trembling with pain and disbelief. "How c-can you even..." she hiccuped, struggling to continue, "...think like that, Komal?"

Komal rolled her eyes, her expression cold and unbothered. "I’m not doing anything you haven’t already done, Neeti Ben."

Neeti shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her face. "I never did anything, Komal! I would never—"

Komal abruptly stood up, unable to stomach what she saw as blatant hypocrisy. Her voice sharpened, cutting through Neeti's words like a knife. "I dare you to finish that filthy lie!"

Neeti recoiled, silenced by the venom in Komal's gaze. The raw hatred staring back at her was unmistakable, and it cut deeper than she ever thought possible. All that bitterness, all that resentment—directed at her.

Just then, Bela rushed into the room, her face immediately tightening at the palpable tension. She hurriedly stepped between them, her voice rising in alarm. "What are you two doing? Stop this, now!"

Komal sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "Oh, look who’s graced us with her revolting, pretentious presence—Neeti Ben. Your partner in crime!"

Neeti couldn’t hold back the sobs, the storm of emotions swirling inside her was making it hard to breathe. Her chest felt heavy with hurt, and she staggered backward, overwhelmed. Bela immediately caught her, steadying her sister. She shot Komal a furious look. "What have you become, Komal? We are your sisters! For God’s sake!"

Komal’s smirk deepened, laced with bitter disdain. "Sisters? You were my sisters. But it was you two who left me first! You broke your promises! In the end, all you left me with were empty words and shattered hope!" She laughed bitterly, her eyes flashing with anger. "I waited, Bela Ben. I waited for years, but you never came back. You never even tried to reach me. You started your lives, your families, and left me behind! You knew what abandonment felt like, and still, you did it to me. That’s why I have to destroy you both—so you can taste your own betrayal!"

Bela and Neeti froze, their hearts sinking as Komal’s words echoed in the room. What was she even talking about?

"Komal," Bela's voice cracked, her face etched with confusion and desperation. "We did contact you. We came to your new home—again and again." She nodded, looking to Neeti for support. "For years, we tried, even after we left the orphanage. But we never got through to you. We never abandoned you."

Komal's eyes blazed with fury. "Do you even feel a shred of shame, lying to my face like this?" she spat, her voice seething with contempt.

Bela stepped forward, desperate to reason with her. "Komal, we aren’t lying—"

"Shut the fuck up!" Komal's voice erupted, trembling with a mixture of rage and agony. "I was just a child! A child, waiting, hoping that one day my sisters would call, would show up. But that day never came. I was left broken, abandoned! My hopes, my love, my trust—all shattered by you two! You betrayed me! And for that, you deserve to rot in hell!"

Neeti’s sobs grew louder, her heart aching at the sight of her sister's torment. "Komal, please!" she begged, her voice barely a whisper through her tears. "Trust us! We never wanted to hurt you!"

But Komal’s expression remained cold, her heart walled off behind layers of bitterness and betrayal. The sisters she had once loved with all her heart had become nothing more than strangers.