Gereksiz İntikam

27

Taniya's pov

My heart thumps in my chest, and I clench my fists on either side of my spread dupatta. His presence is making me feel disgusted.

How could he? He actually committed *zina* with me—how easily he fooled me with that fake *nikah* and took my purity.

My purity, which I had reserved only for my husband. All these years of my existence now feel like a burden. It's pathetic how a single weak moment can turn into a lifelong scar and turn life into hell.

How stupid I was to believe them when they said they wouldn’t allow me to enter this lavish castle if I didn’t marry him. And why? Just because I’m an outsider?

I close my eyes, letting my tears fall under my veil. 
*Ya Allah,* why has my marriage day turned into a mournful one once again?

I’m pulled out of my sorrow when I feel his hand touching the henna and jewelry-clad back of my palm, and I feel disgusted to the core of my being.

Before I can snatch my hand away from his hold, I shiver in panic, feeling his lips brush against my palm. 

"I’m sorry, Mrs. Malik," he says. "I couldn’t buy you a wedding gift, but I will soon." He starts kissing the tips of my fingers.

No, Taniya. Don’t show weakness today. You have to be strong.

Summoning all my strength, I pull my hand back from his hold. 

I can’t see his face due to the heavy embroidery of my veil, but I can feel his disapproval. 

"Don’t be angry, Taniya," he says, lifting my veil to rest it on my head. 

My tear-streaked face comes into his view, but his expression remains stoic. 

"Stop crying, *biwi,*" he says, cupping my cheeks to wipe my tears away. I can’t resist him, even if I want to. 

But today, I won’t let my pain and emotions make me weak—not again.

For a few seconds, our eyes meet. My blue, damp eyes lock with his dark brown ones. I see many emotions in his gaze, but none of them belong to me. 

His hand slides slowly and deliberately toward my neck, and my breath hitches as I feel him caressing on my globe. Even through the fabric, i feel them stand for his attention,shame floods my body as it reacts against my will. 

I want to protest, I want to scream, but no words come out of my mouth. I feel foreign to language itself. 

"You look beautiful, Taniya," he says, inhaling my scent and nuzzling his face into my neck. My tears fall freely at my helplessness. 

Why am I so weak? I want to scream and push him away, but my body and tongue betray me. 

I feel his lips sliding up and down my jewelry-clad neck. I clench my fists tighter when he begins sucking my neck—first slowly, then with urgency. 

"I need you, Taniya," he whispers, his hand reaching to unzip my dress. But he halts as a knock sounds at the door. 

I release the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. 

"Shit..." he mutters, starting to unzip again, but the knock comes louder this time. 

Frustrated, he gets up and curses under his breath. I quickly wipe my tears. 

He opens the door, and I hear a familiar voice. I frown. 

"Chachu, Baba is asking for you," Dilan says. 

"At this hour? Is he serious?" he asks, a little frustrated. 

But somehow, I feel a glimmer of relief. 

"It’s urgent, *Chachu,*" she replies. 

He casts one last glance at my sitting figure before leaving. 

I let out a small shriek as Dilan and Abira approach me. 

"We’re not too late, are we?" Abira asks, sitting beside me while Dilan leans her back against the dressing mirror. 

I look at them in confusion. 

"Um... Ah… We mean..." Dilan stutters, searching for words. 

"She means to say, did Shoaib Uncle… do something? Like… *couple* things?" Abira asks, holding my hands. 

Are they insane? And why are these two bundles of energy asking such bold questions? 

"Taniya *Chachi,* don’t be confused," Dilan says. "Rubab asked us to take care of you, and we also know the circumstances of your marriage—and Chachu’s behavior." 

What does she mean? Did Bhabhi ask them to do this? 

"You lied?" I ask in disbelief. 

They nod proudly. 

"You matter to Rubab ,Chachi, which means you matter to us too," Dilan says, coming closer. "We can’t let this injustice happen to you." 

Her words bring tears to my eyes. How much Bhabhi cares for me. 

I thought she’d be busy enjoying her special night with Bhai, since they’re madly in love. But I was wrong—she asked them to help me. 

If only I could tell them I’ve already lost everything to his manipulative games. There’s nothing left to protect. I gave him my everything in the most unforgivable and *haram* way. 

"But what if he comes back?" I ask, looking at them. 

Their smirks tell me a different story. What are they planning? 

"Don’t worry about that, Aapi," they say in unison. "Now let’s help you out of this heavy dress." 

"What did Bhabhi say to you?" I ask hesitantly. 

Abira unpins my dupatta, and Dilan starts removing my bangles. 

"Nothing much. She just doesn’t want you to lose yourself without any real love. She said you deserve to be loved like Taha Bhai loves her," Abira explains while undoing my hair. 

How could she be so kind? How could she think so deeply about me? 

I smile, feeling cared for—not just by Bhai and Baba Jaan but by her too. I could never discuss this with them, but my lovely Bhabhi already planned to save me—from her own brother. 

I know I’ve already made mistakes, but it’s not necessary to repeat them. I’m grateful to her. 

I sit in peace as they finish removing my makeup. Dilan hands me a simple *shalwar suit* that clearly belongs to Rubab Bhabhi. It’s simple, elegant, and purple—just like her. 

Changing into it, I feel curious about why Shoaib didn’t return. Not that I’m missing him, but still—what did they do to stop him? 

"Dilan, what did you do to Shoaib?" I ask while lying between the two of them, staring at the ceiling. 

They both prop themselves on their elbows, resting their heads on their palms. 

"Four of us, baby. We four did something to stop him," they say in unison, making me gasp in shock. 

Then, as if remembering something, they burst into laughter, leaving me completely confused. 

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