Mrs.Mirza

CHAPTER 36

Shabbir Ali Khan
******************

Ahmad warned me again, but I couldn't hear him. I was filled with rage and determination to have Minha. I told Ahmad to leave, blowing out a puff of smoke as I lay on the bed. I had made up my mind to attend her walima and see Shahmeer Mirza for myself.

I needed to understand what my dear chachi saw in him and I was sure that he couldn't match up to me. He was no competition. I was willing to do whatever it takes to have Minha, even if it meant killing Shahmeer and marrying Minha in the same moment.

I was confident that I could achieve anything I wanted and nothing would stand in my way.

Not even the king of underworld.

I will kill that pathetic motherfucker for snatching my Minha away from me.

She was mine from the moment she was born; dadi jaan had said that so many times in front of me. Then why is she prioritizing the elections over Minha? All her promises were lies. Even dadi jaan betrayed me.

I pray to God that she loses this election.

"Man, please reconsider", Ahmad said in a panic. "It isn't safe for us to enter his house".

The fuck, why is he trembling at the thought of Shahmeer? I don't understand.

"Don't tell me what to do, Ahmad. If you're that scared, you can leave", I said, opening my eyes glaring at him.

"I'm not telling you what to do, and I'm not scared", he stated firmly.

"Then why the hell are you still here? Go do what I told you", I demanded, flicking the cigarette away.

"Main, woh nahi kar sakta. I'm sorry. I don't think even you should do it. She is married; you should leave her alone. Woh ab kisi ki izzat hai", he lectured.

"Dost hai dost ki tarah rahe, mera baap banne ki koshish mat kar", I warned.

"Honestly man, agar main tera baap hota toh tujhe kab ka mardeta", he said, looking at me in disgust as he walked out of the room.

"Madarchod rukh, kidar ja raha hai? wapas aa!", I shouted, getting up from the bed.

I was so angry that I couldn't control myself. I started throwing things around my room, feeling frustrated and overwhelmed. The more I threw, the more I felt like I couldn't contain my emotions.

It was like a storm brewing inside me, ready to explode at any moment. I knew deep down that this wasn't the right way to deal with my anger, but in that moment, I just couldn't help it.

The sounds of things crashing to the ground echoed in the room, matching the chaos I was feeling inside.

"Ahhh!", I shouted, pulling my hair and falling on my knees, crying.

People say love can drive a person crazy, and they are right; it's making me crazy and killing me inside at the thought of them together.

Why did she do this to me? What did I do to deserve this?

Am I not worthy enough to be loved? Am I that unlovable? Don't I deserve to be loved---loved by her.

What did I ask for her? Nothing; I just asked her to love me. But no, she decided to betray me by marrying him.

"How can she? How can she do this to me?", I shout, pulling my hair and slamming my fists onto the ground. 

What if, what if they consummated the marriage?

The thought itself made me see red.

No, they can't. Minha is mine. She is mine, he can't touch her. She is mine to touch.