Gereksiz İntikam

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Shoaib's POV

I know my whole family has noticed my behavior, but I can't help it. Only I know the grief I am going through. 

I went to the garden for some fresh air, where the servants were arranging things for the grand celebration. 

Celebration, yeah—a celebration of my broken heart and shattered trust. 

How could I never sense it? Here, emotions are fake. She was never in love with me. God, I was so naive. What else can you expect from a fatherless child? 

My inner turmoil is interrupted by the touch of a hand on my shoulder. 

My eyes turned bloodshot red as I saw Shreya standing there with a sad face. 

God, is she still trying to make a fool of me? No, it's not happening again. 

"Shoaib…" she stammered, like she was on the verge of crying. 

I didn't want to create a scene in the open garden with hundreds of servants around. My mother would hate it. 

So I grabbed her wrist and led her to the nearest room where we could talk—or where I could vent my anger. Though deep down, I knew I could never actually hurt her. 

I shut the door with force and let go of her hand, causing her to spin slightly before she regained her balance. 

She immediately stepped toward me and held my face, but her words only fueled my anger. 

"You betrayed me, Shoaib. Mera mazaak banane ke liye us ladke jaisa libaas pehnaya tha tumne mujhe?" she mocked, pretending to cry. 

How could someone be such a snake? She was acting like I was the one who broke her. 

I didn’t want to stretch this any further because, from today, she is no one to me. 

"Yes, I am married now, Shreya," I said. Only I knew how much courage it took to utter those words in front of her. 

"I waited for you, Shoaib, and now you're telling me so easily that you're married to that good-for-nothing girl?" she almost shouted. 

Why is she testing my patience? I wanted to tell her that I knew her real face. I wanted to yell at her, but no—I would not waste my emotions and energy on her, not anymore. She didn’t deserve it. 

How cruel she is. After all those years of togetherness, she had desired my brother, who is happily married and head over heels for his wife. I feel disgusted with my own choices. 

"We can't change the truth, Shreya. Taniya is my wife now, so be a good daughter and marry someone your parents choose," I said with a stone heart and left the room. If I stayed another second, I might have done something we’d both regret. 

As I returned to the hall where family photos were being taken, I saw Taniya included. 

My baby sister was posing with that bastard, and I still wondered how she could be this happy and comfortable. 

Danish Bhai came to me and smacked me on the head. 

"Kahan tha tu? Chal, Taniya ke saath pictures le," he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me to stand behind the lavish one-piece sofa where she was sitting, oblivious to everything. 

I noticed her. She was sitting so silently. I know she isn’t very talkative, but right now, she was reflecting my broken heart. It was like something inside her was broken too. 

"Smile, Taniya! Do you want your niece or nephew to look at your wedding pictures and assume we forced you to get married?" 

She looked up at the source of the voice, which was none other than Daniel. 

I chuckled bitterly at her words. Shreya wanted to destroy this bubbly woman. 

"Dani, baby, our baby will think this way even if Taniya laughs during the photoshoot," Shoaib said, making us frown. 

I forgot to mention that Danish, Dani, Taha, and my baby niece were here, along with Anam Bhabhi, who was busy instructing the workers while still paying some attention to us. 

"What do you mean, Bhai?" my princess asked, resting her head lovingly on that bastard's shoulder. Now they were both sitting together. 

"Come on, princess, iski shakal dekh kar sochenge hi ki itni khubsurat chachi kaise mil gayi." They all laughed except Taniya and me. 

Taniya faked a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Wait, when did I start noticing her smile? 

That day when we distributed food, and she shared a little about her life. Her smile had reached her eyes then. For the first time, I loved her eyes because they screamed innocence and purity—unlike her brother. That devil had caged my angel in the trap of love. 

After everything, the four of us were eating as Rubab and Taha were preparing to leave for Izmir. 

How could Abraham Ahmad trust him so much to let her go alone with him? Just because he suddenly discovered him to be his nephew? 

I cleared my mind and noticed Taniya was just playing with her food. I was shocked when Rubab fed her with her own hands. Why was my baby treating this older woman like a child? Couldn’t she eat on her own? 

But my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she fed that bastard and wiped his lips by kissing him. 

I cleared my throat uncomfortably, reminding them of our presence. But one thing I couldn’t digest was why that bastard Taha was so quiet. He wasn’t even talking to Taniya. 

We bid goodbye to them, and Rubab showered so much love on Taniya. Anam hugged Rubab and blessed her first, followed by Amma and Khirat Mom, who hugged her and kissed her hands. 

The women were emotional, but I was enraged. I couldn’t bear the thought of what that monster would do to my princess. 

I know it’s wrong to think this way, but I know that bastard will consummate their marriage to bind my princess to him forever'

Kash Shahmeer or Rabail, too, see her as a bride, said Khirat Mom, and Dishaan Bhai embraced her in a tight hug. This topic always triggers him.

"Mom, they are watching me from heaven," Rubab said, kissing her cheek.

How could she behave so strongly?

Abraham Bhai and Sunidhi are not here, maybe because Taha hates him, or maybe he can't bear to see her go.

Taniya hugged her, and she cried harder than Rubab.

Right, it's her rukhsati as well because her only family, her brother, and that old man will leave this palace now.

"Don't cry, Aapi," Rubab said, wiping her tears and kissing her forehead.

Taha hugged them both as they shared this moment of affection.

He kissed Taniya's head. I can bet he is controlling his tears, which he successfully holds back.

"Allah, give all happiness to my daughter," he said, kissing her head again, and she cried more into his chest. Rubab wiped Taniya's tears, still pressed to his chest.

"Rehaman Baba, bless all four of us," and with a heavy heart, Danish, Dishaan Bhai, and I bid farewell to our little princess.

And right now, I am standing in front of a closed door, where she is waiting for me. I know she'll submit easily, as we already did that.

With this broken self, I want a distraction, and burying myself deep inside her is my only escape.

So, I open the door, and my breath hitches seeing her sitting on a highly decorated bed, her face covered in a veil.

I feel something—something I can't explain: protective? Overwhelming? Or something more scary—but from today, I will show her my hell. She'll be just a body to feed my needs, nothing else.

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