Gereksiz İntikam

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Shoaib's POV

Everyone gives me angry looks, especially Mumma, when I get late. 

But I don’t have the energy to deal with them. I don’t spare a single glance at Taniya. 

God, I hate her—hate her to the depths of my heart. 

My blood boils seeing that bastard as my baby’s groom. 

We both share a heated glance; I think he hates me as much as I hate him. 

“Shoaib, kahan the tum?” Mumma asks angrily. 

“Mumma…” Before I can say anything, Abraham Bhai interrupts. 

“Shahjahan Aunty, we are getting late. Please let Dishaan and Danish tie the sehra on them,” he says. 

Mumma nods. 

I sit beside that bastard, Taha, and soon Danish and Bhai tie the sehra on our foreheads. 

As soon as the red roses cover my face, my eyes let their ocean flow. 

My gaze falls on Shreya, standing beside Shanaya, and my heart bleeds. 

How could she? Allah, why? I love her with all my heart, and she…? 

She is using me. Tears fall uncontrollably, but thanks to this sehra, nobody sees my tears or my broken self. 

I close my eyes, and the events from some time ago flash before me like a live TV show. 

According to our plan, I went to the room that was allotted to Shreya.

I was so happy that I would finally see her as my bride.

God only knows how much I had waited for this moment.

But when I entered her room...

She was not there, but whispers were echoing in the empty room.

Then my eyes spotted her in the same bridal dress as Taniya, looking angry and arguing with Sunidhi.

"God, why does Sunidhi have to play the role of the good wife everywhere?"

To hear more, I moved towards the balcony where they were standing.

Thanks to the luxury curtains, they didn't notice my presence, but my body froze when I overheard their conversation.

"You are doing wrong, Shreya. Don’t destroy your life with anger and obsession," Sunidhi said helplessly.

"Bua, please!" she seethed in anger.

"Daniel is your best friend, Shreya, and he's going to be a father," Sunidhi said painfully.

Shreya chuckled humorously.

"Come on, Bua, Daneen was your best friend too, right? Still, you lusted after her husband," she said mockingly.

Wait, why are they talking about Daniel and Daneen phupho?

She laughed. "See? No words."

"Love makes you blind, Mrs. Abraham, and I am blindly in love with Danish," she said, breaking my heart into a billion pieces.

Did she really say she loves Danish? No, I must have heard wrong. She loves me.

"Danish is going to be a father, Shreya," Sunidhi spoke louder this time.

"That's the problem, Bua. He is going to be a father. You don’t know how far I’ve gone in my love for him," she cried.

"Shreya, don't ruin Shoaib and Taniya’s lives. This marriage will only bring you destruction," Sunidhi said, caressing her shoulder.

"Destruction? I’ve already been destroyed, Bua. You don’t know how much pain it causes me to see Danish with someone else," she asked, with tears in her eyes.

"I pretended to love Shoaib for so many years because I wanted to stay close to Danish, Bua," she cried.

"I don’t want to marry him, but I have to. To see my Danish in front of me, I have to become the daughter-in-law of Malik family..."

My head spun recalling every word and how easily she said those things.

Were my feelings a joke to her? Was I just a pawn?

I closed my eyes, letting my tears fall...

I didn’t even know when I said "Qubool Hai" and signed my fate with Taniya Aasif.

Danish came to me and hugged me with brotherly love.

And I don’t know, his warmth made me cry even more.

The fact that I was just a pawn for Shreya and that she actually loved Danish made me bleed.

"Mubarak, mere bhai," he said, patting my back lovingly.

I nodded on his shoulder as he kissed my temple lovingly.

"Danish, beta, remove his sehra first," Khirat Mom said, coming close to me.

She kissed my flower-clad forehead, and I bent down to reach her height.

"Mera bachha... Allah tamam khushiyon se nawaze," she blessed.

How could I tell her that all my happiness had already been snatched away from me? My heart broke into a billion pieces.

I wanted to tell her that I’m not worth loving, I’m the same unlucky child, Momma...

I bent down and kissed the back of her palm.

She caressed my head.

Then Mumma came to me, and I hugged her...

My emotions were overwhelming.

All my family members were happy for my nikah, but here I was, unlucky me, crying for my love. I still couldn’t bear the weight of her words.

"Shoaib, mere gali bhi lag jaa yaar," Dishaan Bhai said.

I hugged him too, and he blessed me.

Finally, Danish untied my sehra, and my eyes met with Taniya.

She lowered her lashes as my baby kissed her forehead...

See, nobody noticed my eyes. I am always unlucky in love, or maybe I’m just a mistake from my mother’s teenage years.

I excused myself and went to the garden to get some fresh air.

This air-conditioned white castle was suffocating me.

Pain and betrayal were consuming me, and how shamelessly she was meeting with everyone after breaking my heart.

I hate you, Shreya. Only because of you, I had to marry that bastard’s sister for real.

How bitter it sounds, doesn’t it?

Taniya Shoaib Malik.

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Sorry my dear readers but i was actually sick...