Gereksiz İntikam

45

TANIYA

The sun was barely up when I quietly rolled my suitcase to the door. Shoaib was still asleep—his arm lazily draped over my waist, his breath warm on my skin.

I held mine.

Carefully, I slipped out from under him and stood up. My legs trembled. Not from fear—but the adrenaline. The fear came later.

One look back at his sleeping form—and I ran.
Not out of love.
Out of survival.

Downstairs, a sleek black car waited.

Sunidhi Mumani didn’t tell me who would come.

When I saw the tall, grim figure standing beside the car, the air left my lungs.

Black bodyguards, allah allah they are scary,

Dressed in  usual all-black, dark glasses hiding their expression—

He said nothing. Just guided me into the car. We flew in silence.

A private jet awaited me at the airstrip.

Many well dressed guards escort me to the runway like , i am somewhere's princess,

All this things are too much and i realised that rubab bhabhi grown up with these luxury, while for me it's unbearable,

I thought it would be Sunidhi Mumani alone who’d receive me—just her warm embrace, her silence, her knowing eyes.
But when I stepped out of the car… my heart froze.

Abraham Mamu was standing at the foot of the stairs.

He hadn’t aged a day—but the fire in his eyes was dimmed. Still fierce, still controlled—but dimmed.
For a moment, I felt like the love deprived child longing for his long And in the next moment—I remembered why I’d never dared tell him about my sufferings,

Because he would kill for me. No questions asked. No warnings.
And I didn’t want bloodshed—not anymore.

I hesitated on the tarmac. My legs trembled, my breaths grew shallow.

But when I finally met Sunidhi Mumani’s eyes across the aisle in the jet, I saw it.

She knew everything.
And she hadn’t told him yet.

Her silence was her love for me.
Her decision to let me choose when to speak.

I didn’t speak a word on the flight.
Neither did they.

Mamu sat quietly, watching the clouds, jaw clenched.
Mumani held my hand the whole time. I think she knew—she felt—every unshed tear in my chest.

As we landed in Izmir, my heart pounded painfully.
I was going home.
Not to my house.
To them.

To my brother.
To my Bhabhi.
To the pieces of myself I had buried months ago.

We landed in Izmir before sunset.

As I stepped out, the warm coastal wind hit my face, and for a second, I felt free.

Mamu mumani didn't come with me as they have some work in Istanbul, and the realisation hitt me Hard, they come to California just to pick me?

My heart swell with love and happiness, i do deserve love, my mamu cares about me, he came here all the way to Turkey just to pick and drop me,

They were sitting in the hall when I arrived to the villa mamu gifted them on wedding, he also gifted me but not in izmir,

Rubab bhabhi stood holding a sleeping baby.