Gereksiz İntikam

25

Taniya's pov

With a broken heart and unbearable pain, I step down the stairs. They both walk to different corners, but I think this much pain is not enough for today because, as I reach the floor and turn towards the hall where everyone is busy taking pictures, 

My eyes see something I’d rather die than witness. 

Shoaib is holding Shreya’s wrist angrily, dragging her to the back side of the castle. 

I immediately wipe my tears. No, Taniya, he doesn’t deserve your tears. 

He’s a cheater who crushed your innocence without a second thought. 

“Taniya aapi...” I startle at the sound of Rubab bhabhi’s voice. 

She walks towards me with heavy steps, her elaborate lehenga making it difficult for her to move. 

I lower my gaze to hide my pain. 

“Aapi…” she says, cupping my cheeks with both hands and tilting my face to meet her eyes. 

How lucky she is, how happy she is—glowing and radiant inside and out. 
I know she loves bhai too, or rather, she loves him more than he loves her. 

Because it’s her pure love for bhai that reflects so strongly. Even though she’s younger than me, she treats me like a child; her warmth is motherly. 

“Aap ro kyun rahi hain, aapi?” she asks, wiping away the tears that automatically fall at her concerned words. 

I shake my head. 

No, they’ve already gone through worse. I’ll deal with my life’s problems. 
I’ll handle my pain. My brother deserves to be happy. 

Although I know he isn’t happy about my marriage, I would have left if I’d known the truth about my husband earlier. 

But now that monster is my husband. 
Still, that doesn’t mean I’ll treat him like one. 

Now I understand why I never liked his touch or the things we did. I endured it. I know it sounds like a lame excuse, but I was exhausted—exhausted by my inner pain. 

But that’s the truth. 

I was overwhelmed: Navruz’s betrayal, his death, Baba Jaan’s declining health, Bhai being held captive by Abraham Mamu. Everything was so overbearing, and I was left alone to deal with it all. 

So when Shoaib offered his shoulder to cry on, I leaned on him without thinking about right or wrong. 

“Aapi…” Bhabhi’s voice pulls me out of my painful thoughts. 

Without thinking, I wrap my arms around her and cry my heart out. 

“Aapi…what happened?” she asks, caressing my head. 

“N-nothing…” I stammer. 

She kisses my temple before stepping back. 

Our eyes meet, and more tears fill mine. 

How could a monster like him be the brother of such an angel? 

“Stop crying,” she says, wiping my tears and trying to control her own. 

“Taha will be upset, Aapi. Don’t cry. And remember one thing,” she says, looking into my eyes. 

“You can divorce him whenever you want, Aapi. You don’t deserve to be unhappy.” 

I nod. 

I don’t know why she’s talking about divorce. Does she know something? 

No, I think she’s just noticed his uninterested and harsh behavior. Otherwise, why would she suggest her brother’s divorce? 

I nod again because I don’t want to prolong this matter. 

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After some time, the four of us sit at a lavish dining table with a variety of dishes. We’re eating early as Bhai and Bhabhi are leaving for Izmir. 

Bhai doesn’t want to stay near Abraham Mamu, as he still can’t fully accept him. So he’s arranged an apartment for them in Izmir. 

Shoaib’s presence beside me fills me with anger and disgust, but I manage to keep a happy face. 

We sit opposite each other. Bhai and Bhabhi are in front of us, while Shoaib is next to me. 

Without care or shame, Bhabhi takes a morsel and offers it to Bhai. 

He eats it, but from his expression, I can tell he’s still upset, maybe even angry about my marriage. 

I take a morsel, though I’m not in the mood to eat. Still, I force myself for my brother’s sake. 

I know he can see right through me. He knows I’m unhappy but chooses to respect my decision. 

Shoaib eats silently, but when I glance at him, I catch him glaring angrily at Bhai and Bhabhi. 

Wait—does he dislike Bhai? I shake my head and continue eating. 

Bhabhi takes another morsel and brings it toward my mouth. She looks like a doll in her bridal attire. 

I eat it, but she doesn’t stop, making me eat with her own hands. 

After a while, I protest, “Bhabhi, I’m full. Aap khayiye.” 

“Taniya, mera baccha, this is the last morsel,” she says like a mother warning her child. 

I eat it. 

Then I pick up a morsel but freeze at the scene in front of me. 

God—seriously? Bhai is feeding her? 

He takes a full spoon of baklava, and she eats without complaint. They feed each other, and I can’t help but gush inwardly at how adorable they look. 

“He can eat, Gudiya,” I hear Shoaib’s voice laced with annoyance. 

“Of course, Bhai, but I want to feed him with my hands,” she says, ignoring Shoaib’s glare. 

To my shock, she kisses Bhai on the lips when some sweet smears on them. 

The kiss is beyond sensual, making me uncomfortable. Shoaib clears his throat to remind them of our presence. 

She looks at us and says, “Unromantic…” 

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Bhai and Bhabhi leave for Izmir. 

Now, I sit in a heavily decorated room, but it feels suffocating. 

After using me, I’m here, sitting on his bed, waiting for that monster. 

But one thing is clear: I will not submit tonight. Not after seeing his true, monstrous face. 

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How is it?