[Ongoing] #1in replacement #3 in nikkah Shehryaar's patience was wearing thin, and so was mine. "If you say yes to this marriage, you will regret the day you were born," he threatened, his tone chilling. With a heavy heart, I bowed my head in resignation. "I can't defy my Abbu," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. Tears welled up in my eyes as I braced myself for the inevitable, knowing that I had no other choice. "Then be prepared to face the consequences," he warned, his voice dripping with venom. "You won't see the best of me, Safa. Not when you don't deserve it." As he turned to leave, leaving me alone with my thoughts, I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of despair wash over me. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I grappled with the weight of our circumstances, knowing that my fate had been sealed against my will. ••••✿•••• Defeated by the best of planners, she let herself to be a substitute bride for her cousin's fiancé. She knew things are going to be difficult and she'll be walking over the fire but she trusted her Rab - her Allah who was, is and will always be her prime support.