A Tale of Hearts

Chapter Sixty Nine

Kamran's POV:

"Tumne meri behan se shaadi karli hai?! (You married my sister?!)" Rage erupted in me like a volcano, and before I knew it, I had tackled Wassal to the ground, strangling him. Punching wasn't cutting it now. I didn't just want him hurt; I wanted him erased. Deleted from existence. Control plus Delete.

Ibraheem yanked me off, his grip the only thing stopping me from committing a murder, while Wassal, the absolute psychopath, sat up with that same smug grin plastered across his face, clutching his neck like it was all some inside joke. This man didn't need therapy; he needed to meet God and get a factory reset.

"Alright, fine, I deserved that one." Wassal staggered to his feet, brushing off the dust like he'd just survived a bar brawl. He caught his reflection in the mirror on the wall and tilted his head, examining the bruises blooming on his face and neck. "Damn, I look like I just escaped a BDSM torture room or something. Not my best day," he mused, smirking as if this was all a perfectly normal Tuesday. The psychopath then looked at his own father and uncles and shook his head. "Ah, shit, I forgot you guys were here too. This is awkward. Well, I owe you all an explanation. I think. I do right?"

"Who the hell are you? I don't remember my son being this shameless and crazy!" Uncle Buland grabbed his collar and shook him hard. "How could you marry Kainaat like that?"

"Well, I would have been classier about it if you, Uncle Azmat and Uncle Saqib weren't always at each other's throats about properties and land. You guys are the reason I had to take this route. You tried to send her away from me. You knew I was serious about marrying her." Wassal pointed at abbu who looked like he was trying his best to not end Wassal for good.

All this information was starting to hurt my head. It was an overload, and I wish I had Zoya here right now so I could rest my forehead on her shoulder and just breathe in her scent and calm down. I am sure she was worried about me. It was cute of her to be all pouty and emotional when I was leaving. I had half expected to get shot here while trying to massacre Wassal, but this was an unexpected turn for all of us.

I looked at Wassal who was looking at himself in the mirror. As much as I just wanted to get rid of him and get a move on to Kainaat, I had to show restraint right now. I will manipulate the location from him and then throw him into the Karachi Sea in a sack. No one will ever have to know or maybe I can chop off his-

"You look like you have planned his murder in 35 different ways." Ibraheem squeezed my shoulder to calm me down.

"35 is putting it lightly." I could feel my indifferent calmness returning to me. I needed to stay composed to get answers. Losing my cool wasn't going to help at this point. I didn't trust him for a second.

"Given how everyone seems to have calmed down, let's talk." Wassal invited us all inside and the 7 of us looked at each other reluctantly while following him inside. This could be a trap. There was a high chance of that. Uncle Buland could be in on it too. I found it truly hard to believe that he didn't know about it. I am sure all of us were on high alert. He brought us to a room that looked like a personal office. Wassal took out a tissue from the tissue box on his table and wiped his busted lip while we all sat down on different sofas.

"Where the hell is my daughter, Wassal?" Abbu inquired again. He looked like he was trying his best to keep his rage at bay.

"Like I said uncle, I really don't know."

"What do you know then?" Uncle Zubair interjected. He was practically an uncle for us at this point given how he had been with us since the very start. "That child told us that she witnessed you attempting to hurt Kainaat and her fourteen years ago. Explain yourself."