I love you, Alara.
My love for you knows no bounds-I would sacrifice everything for you!!
To...
Fuck you, Alara.
You think I killed your brother? You think I could ever hurt someone you loved?
You hate me now, and maybe that's worse than death.
But...
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Husband? What the actual fuck?
"What do you mean by my dead husband?" I asked, my voice low but shaking, barely holding back the storm brewing inside me.
On the other end, Rehan scoffed. That arrogant, familiar sound that made my blood boil. "Arrey wahi husband jiski bachi hai—Reya. Tumne teen saal mein shaadi bhi kar li, bacha bhi ho gaya... aur ab shock ho rahi ho? I mean, I'm genuinely sorry for his demise though."
I went silent for a second. Not because I didn't have anything to say—God, I had a million things to scream—but because I needed to stop myself from throwing my phone across the room.
"Who the hell are you to ask me anything?" I finally said, voice rising.
"What gives you the fucking right, Rehan? This is my life. I'll marry whoever I want to. Kiss, fuck, love whoever I want to. You don't get to question me."
I knew the moment I said it, his blood would boil.
"I'll marry whoever I want to. Kiss... or fuck whosoever I want to."
There was silence on the line — but not empty silence. No. This one crackled.
I could almost hear the heat rushing to his face, the way his jaw must've clenched, how his fists curled tight, uselessly.
And then he spoke — voice strained, too even to be calm.
"You know what, Alara? I don't care. I genuinely don't.
The lie sat heavy in his throat.
"Tumhe jo karna hai karo. As for Reya... we were just waiting for the doctor's approval to meet you. She was bored, asked who I am and stuff."
Bullshit. Weak, shaking bullshit.
Oh Rehan, you burn, don't you?
You can fake it all you want, mask that fury behind your hollow words — but I know you. I feel it. Your blood's boiling at the thought of someone else touching me. You'd rip apart the guy I kiss. You'd kill the man I even think about fucking.
And that? That makes this all the more delicious.
"Don't you dare come near me or my daughter ever again."
My voice was shaking, not from fear—but from the sheer force of everything I was holding back.
"And yes, I miss my husband. Every single day. But that's life, Rehan. You move on. I had to." I paused, just enough for it to land.
"I'm actually dating someone new now... so do us both a favor—don't ever try to come close to me. And don't even think about kissing me. Not anymore."
The next words came out like venom.
"If you ever find me unconscious or hurt or whatever—just leave me there. Let me rot. Let me die. I don't want your help."
