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As I emerged from the haze of slumber, my eyelids fluttering open like delicate petals, my gaze instinctively sought out the clock. The soft glow of its digits greeted me, announcing the arrival of dawn's early light: 5 am, the sacred hour of Fajr prayer. My body, adjusted to this daily ritual, stirred to life, shaking off the remnants of sleep.
With a gentle yawn, I stretched my arms, my fingers rubbing the traces of dreams from my eyes. My gaze drifted to my left, where Hayaan lay sleeping, his peaceful form a serene counterpoint to the growing light, his body facing mine, but with a gap between us. A gap I had been longing to bridge for so long. I felt a gentle stir in my heart, a mix of love and anticipation, as I gazed at him."
Mein itna ghabra gayi thi jab unhon ne bola ke wou dad0 ka wada poora karna chahte hai, Aise nai hai ke I don't want to but it will be too fast for humhe pehle eksath kuch wakt bitana chahiye .
(I was so shocked when they said he wanted to fulfill the promise made to grandma. It's not like I don't want to, but it will be too fast for us. We should spend some time together first.)
And with a subtle smile, he sensed the unspoken longing in my eyes, and graciously spared me from further teasing. Retreating to the shelter of our room, He altered in a black kurta and dozed off
I was surprised and shocked by the sudden change in him. He was like a different person! His behavior shifted so quickly, it was like a switch had been flipped. I was taken aback, trying to process what was happening. How could someone change so fast? It was like he was hiding a part of himself and suddenly revealed it. I was left feeling puzzled and wondering what was going on.
But despite the surprise, I'm thrilled to see him taking a chance to make our marriage work. It's like a weight has been lifted off my heart. I'm grateful to see him making an effort to revive our connection and strengthen our bond. This newfound enthusiasm is a breath of fresh air, and I'm excited to see where this new chapter takes us.
As I gazed at him, I couldn't help but notice how divine he looked. His gentle breaths were like a soft caress, his dark hair perfectly framing his face, and his long lashes skimming his cheeks. Every feature seemed meticulously crafted by God's own hands. I whispered, my voice barely audible.
"Mashallah Allah ne aap ko behad khoobsoorat banaya hai, or sote hue tou kitne piyare or Masoom lagte hai, or jagte he Robot ban jate hai gusse wale Sadu Sikandar" My words were laced with a playful giggle as I leaned in closer, my eyes drinking in the sight of his peaceful face.
(Mashallah, Allah has made you incredibly handsome. And while you're sleeping, you look so cute and innocent. But when you wake up, you turn into an angry robot, oh Sadu Sikandar!)
As I relaxed into the peaceful moment, my fingers started to gently explore his hair. The soft strands felt like silk beneath my touch, and I couldn't help but linger, enjoying the sensation. My hand wandered, drifting like a leaf on a gentle wind, until my head came to rest on his strong arm. It was as if my head was drawn to the comfort and strength of his embrace, and I felt my longing melt away."
I snuggled my cheek into the warmth of his skin, feeling his muscles gently flex beneath me. The world around us faded away, and time seemed to stand still. All I could hear was the soft rustle of his hair, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, and the warm comfort of his presence. I felt completely at home, sheltered in his loving embrace.
"Jane Kab wou din aye ga Hayaan Jab me apke bahon me soungi bina chupe, or ap mujhe aise pyaar se dekhenge" As I drifted into the depths of my own mind, my thoughts swirling like a maze, I felt his presence drawing me back.
(When will that day come, Hayan, when I'll sleep in your arms without hiding, and you'll look at me with so much love?)
My heart skipped a beat as I got lost in the moment. His scent filled the air, a warm and cozy smell that made me feel safe. It was like he was beckoning me closer, and I felt a strong pull towards him.
My gaze drifted to his hand, and my heart skipped a beat. But instead of the familiar glint of our wedding ring, I saw nothing. A pang of sadness hit me like a wave.
Didn't he consider me his wife, even after all this time? One moment he's embracing our relationship, and the next, he's not even wearing the symbol of our wedding. It felt like a rejection, and I couldn't help but pull away, my heart heavy with sorrow. I let out a soft sigh and turned away, the distance between us feeling like an ocean."
As I glided towards the washroom, the soft creak of the door heralded my entry, careful not to shatter the serenity of his slumber. With my ablutions complete.
I drifted towards the balcony, my hijab-clad head basking in the warm embrace of the dawn. The gentle breeze caressed my face, and my lips curled into a serene smile.
I unfurled my prayer mat, surrendering to the spiritual embrace, losing myself in the divine connection. And then, I sensed his presence beside me.
Hayaan, my husband, praying alongside me! My eyes widened in wonder, for he usually sought solace in his private devotions, leaving me to greet the day alone. Yet, here we were, united in our supplications, our hearts beating as one. I had longed for this moment, and now, it felt almost surreal.
Composing myself, I raised my hands in dua, my closed eyes pouring out prayers for our family's well-being, our sins, and whispered Hayaan's name, my heart skipping a beat as our connection resonated deep within me. In this fleeting instant, time stood still, and all that existed was our shared spiritual bond, our love, and the divine presence that enveloped us.
"YA ALLAH mere shohar ko sari khusiyon se nawaziye or unki hifazat kariye, unki har pareshani door kariye, or mere shohar ke dil me mere liye mohhabat paida kar aye khudya, apne Hayaan komere naseeb me diya hai, tou ap he unkay dil me mere liye jagah banayen, apne liye kuch nai chahiye jo bhi apne mujhe nawaza hai mein apki shukar guzar hoon, or meri hifazat ke liye to apne Hayaan ko bheja hai, bas unko salamat rakhiye or unki har jayez khuwahish ko pura kariye, Meri duaein qubool farmayen."
(O Allah, bestow all happiness upon my husband and protect him, remove all his worries and troubles, and create love for me in his heart, O Lord. You have given me Hayaan as my companion, now create a place for me in his heart. I don't need anything, I am grateful for what You have already given me. You have sent Hayaan for my protection, just keep him safe and fulfill all his legitimate desires. Accept my prayers.)
As I whispered my final amen, my gaze drifted to him, my soulmate, still engrossed in his prayers. I settled back onto my mat, cradling my knees in my arms, and let my eyes linger on his serene face.
The air was alive with the silence between us, and I was lost for words to express the depth of my devotion. My heart missed a rhythm, my eyes shone like stars, and every fiber of my being hummed with love.
In this sacred moment, time stood still, and the world narrowed to just us two. The morning light danced around us, casting a golden glow on our peaceful haven, and I knew that this moment, right here, was the most beautiful one yet."
"Aise Kya dekh rahi hain aap mujhe, itna acha dikh raha hoon kya?" His question got me out of my staring zone, as I caught a glimpse of him sitting just the way I was, I averted my gaze feeling shy, my fingers fiddled with each other nervously, my face got warm.
("What are you looking at me like that? Am I looking that good?)
"Ap tou roz he achay dikhte hai mujhe" I whispered my words, my voice barely audible. My cheeks flushed pink. If he wasn't sitting so close, he would have missed it.
(You look good to me every day )
His eyes widened in surprise, his face a picture of astonishment. I had never openly praised him before, so my words caught him off guard."
A delicate pink hue crept up his neck, blooming on his cheeks like a shy flower unfurling its petals. His act tickled my heart, making my lips curve into a gentle smile, as my pulse danced with delight.
"Waise aap aaj mere sath namaz padh rahe hai kyu?" I raised a question my brows furrowed as it was making me bewildered, He rubbed his temple with his thumb staring at me, my eyes followed his movements, giving me butterflies in my stomach.
"Bas aise hi dil kya apke sath kuch pal bithane ka" He replied with a shrug, making me enlarge my eyes in surprise.
(Just want to spend some time with you that's it)
I bent my head down, playing with the corner of my dupatta. I could feel his heated gaze on me, amot was different the way he is staring at me today, his eyes reflected such emotions that I was unable to read, his eyes were shining today not like other times dark.
Yeh lamhe bahut khoobsoorat or khas hai mere liye, jo sukoon mujhe milraha hai hame aise sath dekh ke, kash yeh pal yehi tham jaye.
(These moments are so lovely and precious to me, the comfort I'm feeling from seeing us together like this, I wish time would just stand still right now.)
"Ap bohat badle badle se lag rahe hain, achanak koi insaan kaise badal sakta hai, ya phir main aapko sahi nai jaan payi hoon "I couldn't hold it in anymore. I had to let out the thoughts that were consuming me, the ones that were making my heart race like a wild animal. my voice shaking slightly as I tried to put my jumbled thoughts into words.
(You are looking very different, how can a person change so suddenly, or maybe I haven't understood you well.)
I looked at him, searching for answers in his eyes. But he just looked back at me, his expression soft and gentle, like he understood exactly what I was going through.
"Yeh aap bhi janti hain ke apse ziada or better mujhe koi nai jaan saka hai, bhale he humane kam baat ki ho lekin, phir bhi ap sab kuch jaanti hai mere bare mein, or mujhe khushi hai is baat ki aap mere liye bohat achi biwi hain, lekin shayad mein is cheez mein peeche reh gaya "He spoke softly, his eyes shining bright at first. But as he finished talking, his face changed. He looked sad now, and his eyes lost their sparkle. It was like a cloud covered his face, and he looked hurt.
(You're also aware that no one understands me more than you do, even though we don't converse much, yet you know all about me, and I'm delighted that you're an excellent partner for me, but perhaps I've fallen short in this regard.)
"Aur rahi baat badlane Tou apko yeh badlav pasand hai ki nahi " He raised a question and looked at me with a confused expression, his eyebrows raised in surprise. His eyes were full of curiosity, like he was trying to figure out a puzzle.
(And for this change, do you like this change in me?)
"Pasand hain or aap Bura shohar nahi hain, mere liye aap jaise hai achay hain, or hamesha rahenge"As I spoke, I couldn't help but shyly gaze at him, my eyes locking onto him. And then, like a sunrise breaking through the clouds, a small smile appeared on his face. It was as if my words had brought light to his day.
(I like it and you are not a bad husband, for me you are good the way you are and always be)
My heart skipped a beat as I saw that smile. It was like a gentle breeze on a summer day, making my heart flutter and my soul feel alive. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, and I quickly looked away.
But I couldn't help sneaking another glance at him, and I saw that his smile had grown wider. He was looking at me with a warmth in his eyes, and I felt like I was melting into his gaze.
I recalled that today we completed 6 months of being married and I want to ask him something if he doesn't refuse it,As I gazed into Hayaan's eyes, I felt a sense of wonder wash over me. I had been wanting to ask him about the wedding ring, but I didn't want to break the spell of the moment. So, I decided to wait, and gaining the confidence I saw in him.
"Mujhe aapse kuch chahiye maang sakti hoon?" I raised a question, my brows raised, my eyes held hope, I waited for his answer, he smiled slightly.
(I want something from you, can I ask?)
"Apne pehle bar mujhse farmayesh ki hai kisi cheez ki jo chahiye bolen" His response was immediate, filled with positive effect, he looked at me for a reaction I could feel myself getting excited, and I hid my smile.
(For the first time you have asked something from me, tell me what you want.)
"Kya app roz mere sath aise Namaz parh sakte hai, mujhe apna kuch waqt de sakte hain?" I asked him anxiously, my eyes stuck at him in longing, my heart raced in anticipation, his eyes sparkled, a slight smile made a way to his face, his face transformed in a surprise.
(Can you pray with me like this every day, and give me some of your time)
"Pehli bar meri begum ne mujhse kuch manga hai mana tou nai karsakta, apka hukam sar ankhon par" He replied with a hint of tenderness, his face held a small, but it transformed in playfulness as he bend his head down in front of me, my heart beamed and a giggle escaped from my mouth, I felt delighted and it made my eyes.
My wife has asked me for something for the first time, I can't say no, your wish is my command"
"Wada" I whispered, demanding that he extend my hand, displaying my palm .
(Promise)
"Wada" He whispered, placing his hand on my palm softly, a spark hit me when our hands brushed, he didn't pull his hand away.
Instead he gradually locked out fingers, our fingers fit together like a puzzle. His thumb gently rubbed the back of my hand, sending happy shivers through me. Our eyes gazed into each other conveying in the silence.
The warm sunshine and sweet birdsong made the moment feel perfect. We were lost in our own little world, where nothing else mattered. It was a beautiful moment, one that I'll always treasure."
I woke up feeling different, like my pillow was hugging me back. A familiar scent filled my nose, and I felt a peace I'd never known before. I tried to stretch, but my body felt snug, like I was wrapped in a warm blanket. I slowly opened my eyes, curious about this cozy feeling."
My eyes wandered down, I caught a hand wrapped around me protectively, I lifted my head and inforf cold water splashed over me, breaking my sleep, I jerked backwards with panic hit on me, my eyes widened in horror, my heart raced.
"What just happened?" I was confused and tried to remember what happened last night. As memories came back, I was shocked! I said and did things I can't take back. I felt bad and worried about what would happen next. It was like a big storm in my head and I didn't know how to calm it down."
"No this can't happen, why him god, he will definitely use this against me" I whispered palming my face in embarrassment as my eyes landed to him he was sleeping peacefully, without any frown.
Must be planning how to use this information against me, I have to do something to stop him.
"Kaise sorahe hai Barka kahin ka kitni shanti hai room me, uthte he chilana shuru hojayega, jahil aadmi." A whisper came from my lips as my eyes stared at his serene face, something happening to my stomach, an uneasy feeling crept inside me.
(How he is sleeping, so much of peace in the room, he will start shouting after waking up, foolish man)
The way he took care of me, I don't know if it was sympathy or he genuinely cared about me but something inside me changed at least my hatred for him got lessened or ended i am not sure.
But he deserves a thankyou for handling me last night which I never ever expected. shaking my head to remove the thought from my head, I moved to the washroom to get done with my business and get fresh.
I got changed, in a casual suit, with a towel wrapped around my head. I opened the washroom door, and I heard my husband's laughter. I frowned, as it was not everyday I see him laugh like a maniac, thinking he must be watching a funny video or chatting with someone. But as I walked closer, my face turned pale .
He was standing in the living room, phone in hand, mocking someone. I couldn't see the screen, but his expression told me he was making fun of someone. My heart raced as I wondered who it could be.
As I approached, he didn't notice me. He was too engrossed in his conversation, his laughter growing louder and more sarcastic. I felt a knot in my stomach, my mind racing with possibilities.
Was it me? Was he making fun of me? The thought sent a chill down my spine. was it about last night, I tried to shake it off, telling myself I was being paranoid. But the seed of doubt had already been planted.
I cleared my throat to announce my presence, and he turned around, and his face transformed into a straight one, he raised his brows confused as my suspicious gaze rested on him.
"kispe dant parh kar rahe thay inta ?" I asked, trying to sound casual despite my growing unease.
(whom are you laughing at)
"Oh, just this guy at work," he replied, swaying his hand dismissively, shaking his head.
I nodded, trying to believe him. But the doubt lingered. I couldn't shake off the feeling that he had been making fun of me, did he record my video or something .
"Dikhao mujhe" I demanded, stretching my hand for his phone. His face held surprise, he folded his arms around his chest, raising my doubts.
(show me)
"Excuse me it's none of your business, tum meri biwi sahi lekin itna bhi haq nahi diya mene tumhe" He mocked me, I thought something might change between us after last night, at least we might respect each other a bit, but i was wrong.
(You are my wife but I haven't given you that much right)
I couldn't shake off the feeling of violation as I remembered the previous night. I had been having a nightmare, and he had been there, supposedly comforting me. But now, I realized that he had taken advantage of my vulnerability.
I knew that he had used my fear against me, that he had pretended to be supportive while secretly manipulating me.
I felt a wave of anger wash over me as I remembered the way he had touched me, the way he had whispered sweet nothings in my ear. It had seemed so comforting at the time, but now I realized it was all a ruse.
"Bohat Maza aya hoga na tumhe mujhe aise dekh kar,yaqeenan tum faida uthaoge meri us halat ka" I spat, my voice trembling with rage, my eyes turned glossy.
(It must have been very enjoyable for you to see me like this, you will surely take advantage of my condition.
"Are you out of your mind, pata bhi hai kya bol rahi ho tum, itna ghatiya insaan nai hun main jitna tum samjhte ho" He yelled and moved closer to me, his eyes blazing with anger. His jaw was tight and his face was flushed with fury."
(Have you lost your mind? Do you even realize what you're saying? I'm not as despicable as you make me out to be.)
"Mein kaise maan lun Sufiyaan, kaise bharosa karu us insaan pe jisne shadi ki pehli raat mujhe bezat karke kamre se bahar phenk diya tha,akeli thi mein kisi ko bhi nai janti thi, socha hai kya feel kiya hoga mene " I confronted him, my voice shaking with emotion, as memories of his hurtful words flooded my mind. How could he ask me to change his opinion of himself when he had insulted me so deeply? It wasn't my job to fix his self-image or make him feel better about himself.
Bullshit!!
(How can I trust Sufiyan, how can I trust the person who threw me out of the room on the first night of our marriage after disgracing me? I was alone, I didn't know anyone, just imagine how I must have felt)
"Don't compare these two things, then even i can blame you for betraying my trust, jab mene shadi se pehle tumse piyaar se bola tha to deny for this wedding and you agreed, but phir tum mukar gayi achank seriously, so even I should hold that against you." He snarled, his fists clenched and veins bulging on his forehead. I flinched, my eyes instinctively shutting as the weight of my past betrayal crushed me.
"When I told you with love and asked you to deny this wedding, you agreed, but then you suddenly backed out."
Memories flooded my mind. I had no choice, my I had been forced into it by my father. I felt guilty and anxious about his anger. I knew I had to confront him and try to make amends.
He wanted to marry me off to some older man for business reasons, because he was losing money and saw me as a way to gain. This isn't the first time he's tried to do this, but I can't tell him how I really feel because we're not close and don't have a strong relationship."
"Aur Agar mujhe tumhare faida uthana hota toh kabka utha chuka hota, mein laakh bura sahi lekin inta bhi gira hua nai hoon, or afsoos yeh hai ke ek mahine me tum mujhe itna bhi nahi samjh saki" He growled his eyes red with anger, his words hit my heart, a sudden guilty rose inside me, he walked inside the washroom closing the door loudly, making me palm my ear.
(And if I wanted to take advantage of you, I would have done it by now. I may be bad, but I'm not as fallen as you think. And the regret is that you couldn't even understand me in a month.)
I started to think about what had really happened the night before. I realized that he had been genuinely trying to help me, that he had been kind and supportive.
And then it hit me - I had made a terrible mistake. I had accused him of taking advantage of me, of manipulating me, when in reality he had been nothing but kind.
I felt a wave of guilt wash over me, and I knew I had to make things right. I turned around and went back to him, my heart heavy with regret.
I enveloped my hair in the warmth of the dryer, my fingers combing through the knots as I gazed into the mirror. Suddenly, the door swung open and Sufiyaan strode out, his dark shirt and jeans a sleek contrast to his wet hair, which he nonchalantly tousled with his hand. His effortless charm caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but stare.
I braced myself and took the first step towards making things right. My heart skipped a beat as I asked for forgiveness, but his straight face made my pulse race with anxiety. Still, I gathered my courage and moved closer, my heart on my sleeve, and waited with hope for him to accept my apology."
"Sufiyaan Meri baat sunoge?" I reached out and gently wrapped my fingers around his little finger, a tender yet firm grasp that stopped him in his tracks.
(Sufiyaan, will you listen to me?)
He tried to shrug me off, to walk away as if I was nothing more than a ghost hovering at his side.
His eyes flashed with surprise, then narrowed in annoyance, but I didn't let go. I held on, my heart beating in time with his rapid pulse.
"Kyun koi aur ilzaam lagana hai Kya"He snapped at me in a mean tone, but I could tell he was really hurt. I felt bad because I knew I had hurt him. He was trying to hide it, but I could sense it. I felt guilty and sorry for what I did. His words were sharp, but mine were soft and regretful."
(Why do you want to put more accusations)
"Sufiyaan please Meri baat Suno tou sahi" I requested him this time blocking his way.
(Sufiyan at least listen to me please)
"Kuch sune layak ho tou sunu na tumhari baat, Kya Sunu, or mera bikul mood nahi hai tumse baat Karne ke"
(if your talks are worth listening then I should listen, and I am not in a mood to talk to you)
"Sufiyaan I am sorry alright! I know I did a big mistake of judging you, and I am very regretful
For my words, I was so mean, I should have thanked you for last night, when I needed someone, you were the person who was with me, or mujhe tumse aise nai bolna chahiye tha, so agar ho sake mujhe maaf kardo, of agar nahi karsakte tou mein kuch bhi karungi tumhari maafi hasil Karen ke liye"
(I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, so if possible, please forgive me. And if you can't, then I'll do anything to earn your forgiveness)
As I blurted out the words, my voice felt like lead, weighed down by the turbulent emotions swirling inside me. I searched his face for a lifeline, a hint of understanding, or a glimmer of hope. But he remained silent, his expression a mask that revealed nothing. The air was thick with tension as I waited for a response, but he turned and walked away, leaving me with only the echoes of my own despair.
I quietly parked my bike in the garage, trying not to make any noise. I didn't want anyone to hear me and start asking questions. I was lucky the guards didn't notice me coming in. Now, I just needed to get to my room without being seen.
I held my breath and listened carefully, wondering if anyone was awake inside the house. The garage door creaked softly as I closed it behind me, and I stood still for a moment, waiting to see if anyone would come to investigate.
When nothing happened, I started to relax and moved my bike to its usual spot. My heart was still racing from the excitement of sneaking in undetected. I had made it so far without being caught.
Warna bhai ko khabr miljati aur Meri tou chatni banjati aj, bas Allah ne bacha liya.
(Otherwise, my brother would have found out and I would have been in big trouble today, but thankfully Allah saved me)
I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment as I slipped back into my house. I had pulled off the perfect secret mission - escorting my noorie safely back to her balcony without getting caught
. The silence of the house was a welcome relief, my family members none the wiser about my nighttime adventures.
Noor's words shook me to my core. 'Dying' was the last thing I wanted to hear. I felt like the ground had given way beneath me. Fear and confusion swirled inside me, making it hard to think straight.
Should I keep going with the plan, or was it time to stop? My mind raced with questions, but answers eluded me. The thought of death loomed like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over everything.
I felt torn, my heart pulled in two different directions. Part of me wanted to push on, to see things through to the end. But another part of me was screaming to stop, to turn back while I still could.
Noor's words had thrown me into a tailspin, leaving me wondering what to do next..."
I was blinded by my desire for revenge, convinced that hurting her would somehow ease the pain that her family had caused us. But as I got to know her, I started to see a different side of her - a side that was vulnerable, kind, and genuine. And before I knew it, I was falling for her.
Now, I'm trapped in my own net of deception. I can't bring myself to reveal the truth - that our entire relationship was built on a lie. I'm scared of losing her trust, of seeing the hurt and betrayal in her eyes.
I need to think of a solution, a way to disentangle myself from this mess without breaking her heart. But every option seems impossible, every path leading to more pain and suffering.
I'm torn between my desire for revenge and my growing feelings for her. I have find a way to make things right, or will my thirst for vengeance ultimately destroy us both?"
I know one thing for sure - I can't lose her. She's important to me now. I love her and I don't want to be without her.
I was hurt and angry before, but now I feel different. I want to make things right between us. I want to say sorry and start fresh.
I don't know if she'll forgive me, but I have to try. I can't imagine my life without her. I love her smile, her laugh, and even her tears. I want to be with her and make her happy.
I'll do whatever it takes to make things right. I'll apologize and work hard to regain her trust. I know I made mistakes, but I want to move forward and build a future together."
Lost in thought, a yawn suddenly escaped my lips. I rubbed my face, trying to shake off the exhaustion. My eyes felt heavy, drooping like weights pulling me down. The lack of sleep was catching up with me, and I couldn't fight it anymore.
Noorie ki waja se soya bhii nai mein.
(I didn't even sleep because of noorie)
But as I walked past my brother's room, a scream pierced the air, making my heart race. I froze, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
"Yeh tou bhabhi ki awaz thi" I murmured as my eyes enlarged, with worry.
(This is bhabhi's voice)
What was happening? Should I check on her? Should I go inside their room at this hour? What if they were doing something private?
Aur agar aise kuch hua mein Kya muh dikahunga bhai ko, wou disturb hue to maar denge, Kya pata sach me mujhe chacha bana ki koshish chal rahi ho andar.
(And if something like this happens, how will I show my face to my brother? If he gets disturbed, he'll kill me. Who knows, maybe they're actually planning to make me an uncle.)
"Astaghfirullah yeh kya bakwas karaha hoon mein apne bhai or bhabhi ke bare me, shit" I muttered to myself, slapping my head in frustration, shaking my head in shame. I couldn't believe my own stupidity. Then, I furrowed my brows, scratching my head in confusion.
(What even I talking about my own brother and sister-in-law)
I was very tired, so I went back to my room to sleep. I couldn't think about the strange things that happened anymore. I will eventually get to know about it.
I slogged towards my room, my eyes already half-closed in anticipation of the softness of my bed. As I entered my room, I was enveloped in a sense of tranquility. The quiet darkness was a balm to my frazzled nerves.
I collapsed onto my bed, not even bothering to change into comfortable clothes. I just kicked off my shoes and let out a deep sigh as my head hit the pillow.
My mind was still racing, but my body was screaming for rest. I closed my eyes, letting the weariness wash over me. For a moment, I forgot about everything else - revenge, the lies, the complicated emotions. All I wanted was sleep.
But as I drifted off, I was aware of one thing - I couldn't sleep forever. Eventually, I'd have to face reality again. And when I did, I knew I'd have to find a way to untangle the mess I'd created.
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