Forcefully Yours (Mafia Love Story) New Version

6| Humza's Home

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The next few days passed in a haze, blurring together so seamlessly that Anaabiya could hardly process what was happening. One moment, she was signing away a year of her life; the next, she was standing as Humza's wife, bound by law, if not by choice.

The ceremony itself was quiet, devoid of any warmth or celebration. It was a mere formality—signatures exchanged, a few prayers recited, and that was it. There was no laughter, no festivity, no sign that this was meant to be a joyous occasion.

Humza hadn't spoken a single word to her throughout the process. Not once had he met her gaze. The man who had taunted her with his sarcasm, who had wielded words like weapons to bend her to his will, had vanished.

In his place stood someone distant. Cold.

The brooding, unreadable Humza from the first day she had met him, was back, his face void of emotion, his demeanor stiff with an irritation he didn't bother to hide. And while his silence toward her was expected, what truly caught her attention was his complete lack of interaction with his father.

Anaabiya had noticed the tension almost immediately. The two men never exchanged words, never even acknowledged each other's presence. If their eyes met by accident, Humza would look away, his jaw tight, his expression like stone. Whatever existed between them wasn't simple indifference—it was deeper, something unspoken yet powerful enough to be felt in the air.

Her aunt, on the other hand, was glowing with triumph.

She had practically beamed with joy, relishing every second of the arrangement as though it were her personal achievement. She had won—secured a powerful alliance, a connection that would benefit her, and that was all that mattered. Whether Anaabiya wanted this or not was irrelevant.

Uzair, her aunt's son, was nowhere to be found. He was occupied with his job in another city, blissfully unaware of what had transpired in his absence. She had no idea how he would react when he eventually found out.

Not that it mattered.

She wasn't in love with Uzair, nor had she ever been. He was simply someone she had grown up with, a constant presence in her life. Perhaps, in some ways, she had seen him as an older brother rather than anything else. And yet, despite her lack of romantic feelings, she didn't want to hurt him. He was one of the few people she had ever trusted, and she had no idea how this would change things between them.

But if there was one person who was truly happy about this marriage, it was Rafiya Aunty.

Humza's mother had been radiant, her joy unmistakable. The love she had for her son was evident in every glance she stole at him, every proud smile she wore throughout the ceremony. She made every effort to be present, ensuring that everything went smoothly, her excitement bubbling over with each passing moment.

And for the first time since the contract had been forced upon her, Anaabiya realized something—Rafiya Aunty cared.

She wasn't a manipulator like her own aunt, nor was she someone who saw this marriage as a mere transaction. She was genuinely happy for her son, and despite everything, Anaabiya couldn't bring herself to resent her for it.

Still, none of it made this any easier.

And what unsettled her most?

Nabiha was back to being her old self.

The girl who had run into her arms that night in the backyard, whose tears had soaked into her shoulder, who had felt something—she was gone.

Now, Nabiha was as distant as ever, her walls firmly back in place. It was as if that moment of vulnerability had never happened, as if Anaabiya had imagined it entirely.