CURSED

Confession

Assalamualaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatahu.........
Jazakallah khayr for still accompaning me in this journey......
May Allah s.w.t reward u all and bless the ummah
Aameen

Suleman's P.O.V:
The trip planned by my parents turned fruitful. I was befreinding Yusra atleast, i think we were on freinds level. Chatting with her, watching her smile and laugh makes my heart flutter like a teenage boy. I even love the way she gobbles the food i cook and the light snores indicating she is fast asleep.

I knew asking permission to talk with Samairah can be a step backwards in our relationship but i dont want to hide anything from her.

Her anger and sarcastic comment on my permission gave my heart a hope that maybe someday she'll love me the way i love her. Her stubborn self always ask me the same question regarding Samairah, but it's not my place to talk about her. I know if i'll tell Yusra the reason of my marriage to Samairah our relationship will move forward. But i am not a person who discloses peoples secret just to win someones heart.

When i called up Samairah, the lady shreiked bursting my ear drums. She even scolded me for spoiling my vacation with my love by calling her. Alhumdulillah i feel blessed to have these two ladies in my life.

Barely talking for 5 minutes, Samairah cancelled my call. I went in search of my darling wife Yusra.

She was not present at the place i left her. I searched our bedroom and it was vacant. I ran upstairs on the terrace but no sign of her.

I was running around the first floor peeping in the bathrooms. But Yusra was not present anywhere.

Finally i went to the kitchen, and to my surprise the door was latched from outside.

'Where are you Yusra???' i thought. Suddenly i could hear banging from the kitchen.

"Who is inside??" i called.
No reply but i was always suspicious. As soon as i opened the door to my surprise Yusra fell on the floor,her hijab dishevelled and on top of her it was no other but my own brother.

Seeing my brother on her top was making my blood boil. I pulled him by his shirt and helped Yusra up.

"Suleman Alhumdulillah you are here"
Yusra said in between sobs hugging the life out of me.

"Alhumdulillah" i said patting her head and consoling her.
Making sure Yusra was fine, i glared at my brother.
"What are you doing here" i demanded.
"What a welcome little brother. I atleast expected a hug" Shehzad replied the same devilish smirk plastered on his face.

"I came to congratulate you for your wedding but i met Yusra before you so thought about completing some unfinished tasks first. But you being her prince charming came to rescue her" he replied.

"She is my wife" i said through gritted teeth.
"But you have two, why dont you share one with me" he propsed to me.

My fists curled and i was ready to pounce on the person whom i was ashamed to call my brother.
Yusra's hand on my arm was the only thing soothing me but his words were too harsh.

"How dare you say something like that about Yusra" i screamed
"Come on little brother dont be mad at me. Why do you always have to defend her when her own mother never does that" Shehzad replied.
"Wait, her own mother" he continued smirking "No one knows about her right."

Yusra's grip on my hand loosened and the next second i saw my fist connecting with Shehzad jaw.
"Shut up thats none of your business" i screamed.
"What do you know about your lovely wife." he said wiping blood from his lips.
"She could be a bastard" he spat.

And the next second i found myself on my brother, blowing punches.
I saw Yusra seperating us but i was mad in rage and i knew i had to stop.
"How could you say something about my love? I freaking love her Shehzad. Thats what i have done my entire life. I have always loved her. You just cant come in our life and insult Yusra. I love Yusra" i screamed on the top of my voice.

My confession not only left my brother surprised. But also my lovely wife.

I am so sorry about the late update. But i had some problems........
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