Married to my fiance's brother? 《Completed》

The Dream

Zahid's POV:-

I felt really upset today. I haven't been in a good mood since several months, but today... the guilt is eating me up from the inside. Seeing Saniya's condition today pained me a lot; and knowing that I had contributed largely to it.. it killed me.

I lay down on the bed for hours but sleep and rest were miles away from me. I kept rolling on the bed and thinking. I wanted to make up for my mistakes. I knew that just verbal apology won't make up for the pain that I gave Saniya. I wanted to show her that i was sorry and make her 'want' to forgive me but I didn't know what to do.

After several hours of turning around in the bed, I finally gave up. I got up and went to the bathroom. I made ablution (Wudhu) after freshening up, wore my skull cap, placed the prayer mat and stood up. I made niyyah (intention) of Salath-ul-Istekhara and prayed for guidance. On finishing the prayer, when I raised my hands to make dua, all my past sins flashed before my eyes and made me weep. I prayed Allah for guidance and help. When I got tired, I got up and kept everything in its place before lying on the bed to sleep.

A little girl in a light-green frock and white leggings was holding a broken doll and crying. She had two ponytails tied in green ribbons. She ran to her mother and said between sobs, "Ammiiiii... Ammiii...That.. that dalty Jahid bloke Lia. Lia pain.. Lia clying... huuuu.. huu (Ammi! That dirty Zahid broke Ria. Ria is in pain. Ria is crying.)"

"Oh my poor baby...", her mother picked her up and kissed her cheeks.

"Zahid! How many times did I tell you not to tease the girls. Why do you take their toys and break them?", Zahid's mother scolded him.

"But Ma! It's not my fault that these toys are so delicate. I was just playing with the doll and it broke. Such things are junk. They should be broken to pieces and thrown away.", he justified.

His mom knelt before him and held his shoulders with her hands while explaining, "Beta! Remember, things which are more delicate deserve to be handled more carefully. They too deserve your love and care. You don't just throw away or damage such things. There are people like your sisters who love such things. You should respect their choice and take care of them."

He was distracted from his mother's lecture by the sweet, musical sound of someone giggling. He turned around to find the same girl sitting on a swing with a bowl of her favourite jam and laughing while his elder brother, Ryan pushed her. He didn't know what made her more happy. The jam, the swing, or his brother. But her smile was contagious and soon he too joined her...

I woke up with a smile on my face. The cute little girl's dimpled face and her giggles were still before my eyes. I recited the morning dua "AlhamdulillahI Allazee Ahyana Ba'adama Amatana wailaihin nushoor."

I also thanked Allah for guiding me as I knew the answer to my problem now.

I completed my morning routine, prayed fajr and went out.

After an hour, I reached home with the necessary supplies and went into kitchen after washing up. It took me about half an hour to prepare what I wanted.

I arranged everything on a tray and went to Saniya's room with a smile.