Gereksiz İntikam

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Taniya's pov

The news of my brother being brutally beaten up hurt me beyond anything.

Why did he beat him? Bhai can’t force Bhabhi; there must be some misunderstanding.

My heart cried seeing my brother’s condition, but now, with the sudden truth of us being his niece and nephew revealed to us, I feel calm knowing no one will harm him again.

I don’t know how to react to this sudden revelation, and why didn’t he recognize me when he came to Atarib?

Shaking off my thoughts, I went to sleep, but sleep never came.

Shoaib is ignoring me like I’m some sort of plague.

But right now, my entire focus is on my brother. Yes, I’m living in the white palace with Bhabhi and Bhai.

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today is my wedding day…

Actually, today Bhabhi and Bhai are also getting married again.

I know what you all are thinking: why did I say yes? And why is my brother remarrying?

Mamu told him everything as soon as he got well, and, as expected, after showering us with many complaints and reminding us of our childhood trauma, Bhai gave in because Bhabhi and I both want him to accept this New found relationship.

So, as decided, today is our wedding.

Bhai is not happy with my decision, and I don’t know why. But do I really have a reason to deny this remarriage?

A big no. I’ve already accepted him as my husband. Even though his touch is something I endure, I willingly gave myself to him, so I don’t have any reason to say no.

His entire family is here. His sister doesn’t look happy, and I don’t know why.

Maybe she thought someone better suited her brother, but she got me.

His mother is a really good woman. She is already treating me like a daughter.

When the makeup artist placed the dupatta on my head and tucked it in, his mother took some currency notes and gave them to the artist, but not before circling them around my head.

My eyes welled up at her motherly gesture.

Did she really perform sadqa for me?

I was about to cry when she immediately held my dolled-up face. Her words made me chuckle through my moist eyes.

“Don’t cry, your makeup will be ruined, and I don’t want the media to capture my child’s pictures with smudged makeup.”

Then, she took some kajal from the dressing table and marked it behind my ears.

“Nazar na lage meri bachhi ko,” she said, kissing my forehead.

I wanted to ask her—ask why she’s so happy, why she’s showing so much love, knowing I was about to marry someone else.

But I didn’t say anything, too overwhelmed by her love.

“Shah Mumma, let’s go downstairs,” came Anam Khala’s voice.

“Chalo, Taniya,” Shahjahan Aunty gestured to me.

“Ji…” I nodded with a heavy heart.

A heavy heart because Shoaib hasn’t spoken to me since that conversation with Abraham Mamu and that harsh kiss.

I don’t know what’s going on in his head or why Bhai doesn’t want me to remarry him.

But I don’t have any options, Bhai. I’ve already given myself to him, and that’s a big deal for me . I also feel free with him.

He takes me on night walks, and I want to breathe that fresh air every night. I don’t want to feel caged anymore.

My chain of thought broke when I saw Rubab Bhabhi coming toward me.

Why is she coming to my room? She also needs to go downstairs.

She looks like a hoor in her red wedding dress, similar to mine. The only difference is my dress is green.

Even our jewelry is the same.

“Mashallah,” she said, standing in front of me.

“Bhabhi, why are you…” She cut me off.

“May Allah bless you with uncountable happiness, Aapi,” she said, kissing my forehead, making me close my eyes.

Even though she’s younger than me, the care and motherly embrace in her touch is something I will miss.

“Allah aapko bhi betahasha khushiyon se nawaze, Bhabhi,” I said, hugging her.

Shahjahan Aunty and Anam Khala smiled, seeing our gesture.

Pulling away, she took off her emerald ring and slid it onto my forefinger.

I looked at her in confusion.

“Mera bachha, it’s your gift from me. I didn’t get time to buy anything for you. You know Taha’s temper, right?” I chuckled.

“But it belongs to you, Bhabhi, I can’t…” She cut me off.

“This ring belonged to Ammi, but now it’s yours,” she said with a warm smile.

“It was your mother’s…” She cut me off again.

“I’m also a mother figure to you, Taniya Aapi. I’m your Bhabhi. To Taha, you’re still his baby sister, so you’re a baby to me too,” she said, wiping the tears that welled up in my eyes at her gesture.

I nodded, about to say something, when Anam Khala spoke.

“Chalo, ladkiyon, before the Qazi leaves for prayer…”

We both nodded, and together, we stepped downstairs to seal our fates once again.

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Shoaib's POV

Fucking,Six days, 12 hours, 40 minutes, and 20 seconds, and still she hasn’t initiated any conversation, even though today is our remarriage day.

'Real marriage day,' my mind mocks.

For God's sake, her careless behavior is playing with my sanity.

I miss her warmth beside me. I hate sleeping alone.

Only I know how much I’ve been missing her.

But I’ve denied every emotion because Shreya comes with my mother and family.

To be honest, my mother is overly happy as she finally has a Pashtun daughter-in-law. Okay, half Pashtun.

But my mind and heart are playing with my sanity.

I feel unbearable emotions when Danish tied the *safa* on my head.

Dishaan Bhai is handling the arrangements.

I love Shreya. I can’t do this. I faked that marriage only for revenge, and I literally crushed her innocence with my own hands.

So, I have no other reason to seal this real marriage.

My love is here, for me. I know she must be feeling hurt.

Shoaib... I clench my jaw because my mind is messed up.

I will not marry her. I will reject her today.

I will not go to the altar. I’ve made up my mind.

I can’t imagine the level of satisfaction I will feel rejecting that bastard’s sister in front of everyone and marrying the love of my life, my Shreya.

"I will marry Shreya at the same venue where Taniya is sitting all dolled up for me as my bride "

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Sorry for the late updates but i was really sick dear readers,

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