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56: Her Pain and Tears

A/N: I'm late i know , but no matter how many times I have written or deleted the chapter, I was not satisfied with the result. Like I wanted to show her pain, her struggle, and the way she was standing up for herself. crying but still not backing up. 

Also vote and comment, this chapter is so special for me, please, i request you, please dont disspoint me, i wrote this chapter with so much emotion. 

So that's why it took me so much time. Also, this chapter has so many Hindi dialogues, so read them carefully.

DEDICATION: This chapter is dedicated to those girls who fight every day to prove how capable they are and what they can do. Every day they had to prove themselves.

Yes, for you girls.

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Naina's POV:

I looked at him in shock and pain. What did he ask me? No—maybe I was still dreaming; I felt half-asleep. My papa would never ask me something like this, not after everything I'd done...

"Chup kyu hui? Jawab de apne baap ke sawal ka—kahaan se laayi itne saare paise tu?"

(Why are you silent? Answer your father's question—where did you get so much money from?)

I was still staring at Papa, still trying to process what I'd just heard, when my chachi's voice cut through.

I looked at her and stood frozen. Everyone was looking at me the same way: waiting for me to cry or to beg.

"Aap kya kehna chahti hain—saaf-saaf kahiye," I said to her.
(Say clearly what you want to say.)

"Yahi ki—kitne diye hain tere aashiq ne, ya phir kaho aashiqon ne, jo itne jaldi itna ghar, gaadi, sab kharid liya. Kitna dete the tujhe, wo apna bistar garam karne ka?"
(That's it—how much did your lover, or should I say lovers, give you so quickly to buy this house and car? How much did he give you to warm his bed?)

"Wahi toh bhai, main ne aapse kaha tha ki ladki ko bahar mat bhejo—yeh hamare khandaan ka naam kharaab kar degi. Lekin aap... aap toh beti ke pyaar mein itne andhe ho gaye the ki aapko kisi ki baat sunai hi nahi di." My bua finally jumped in, seizing her chance.
(I told you not to send the girl out—she will spoil the family's name. But you... You were so blinded by love for your daughter that you didn't listen to anyone.)

Hearing that, rage boiled inside me—a hot, murderous urge. I looked at her with reddened eyes, then forced a smile.

"Haan, wahi. Pata nahi kya kya karke aur kahaan kahaan apna muh kala kiya hoga isne?" My chachi began her fake crying.
(Yes, that's it. I don't know what all she might have done or where she might have ruined our reputation.

"Aap dono kaafi achha natak karte ho—main toh hairaan hoon ki aap dono abhi tak kisi natak company mein kyun nahi ho." I stepped forward and said it out loud.
(Both of you act very well—I'm surprised you two haven't joined a drama troupe yet.)

"Aap dono ko yeh problem hai ki aapka so-called parivaar ka naam kharaab ho gaya, ya phir is cheez se jalan ho rahi hai ki aapke bete jo kaafi saalon se kaam kar rahe hain, wo khud ke liye aaj tak ek gaadi tak nahi le paaye. Aur yahan main, ek ladki hokar, bahar jaake kaam karke apni gaadi aur apna ghar kharid liya—toh aap logon ko yeh bardasht nahi ho raha, hai na?"

(Both of you have a problem—either that our "family name" is supposedly tarnished, or you're jealous that your sons, who have worked for years, haven't even bought a car, while I, a girl, went out, worked, and bought my bike and my house. You can't tolerate that, right?)