Shiddat

fourty three

"What are you saying, Baba Jaan?" Taniya asked, looking at the woman who looked like her.

"I am your mamu; she is my sister," Abraham Ahmad spoke after a whole minute of silence.

And my brain cells stop working. I can't proceed with his words, Taniya lamented.

"When Baba Jaan said,

'She is Miraal, Abraham's sister, your mother...'" Taniya's voice trailed off, her body shivering.

"What... what are you saying, Baba Jaan?" she asked, her voice quivering.

"I am saying the truth," he said, looking towards Abraham.

"You are lying, right?" I asked in disbelief.

But the sincerity in his eyes spoke beyond anything.

"She is my sister, Taha " looking at me, Abraham said.

I don't know what to say. It feels like my tongue is voiceless right now.

"Itne saalon Tak Kahan the aap?" Taniya asked with tearful eyes.

Anam and Abraham got up immediately from their place and rushed to Taniya.

"Meri gudiya, don't cry... please," Abraham said while wiping her tears.

She cried more.

"Tell me? Itne saalon Tak Kahan the aap? Agar aap sach mein hamare khooni rishtedar hain to kyon hame zindagi ke itne saal yateemon jaise jeena pada?" She broke down crying, and Anam immediately caged her head in her belly.

"I am sorry, gudiya. I was not strong enough to take a stand for your mother," Abraham said, caressing her head still buried in Anam's belly.

"Your 'sorry' won't compensate for our miserable childhood," I said in anger, standing up, but Rubab held my hands.

"Please," she begged with teary eyes, "stay."

"I am sorry for everything. I am a loser, Taniya. Please forgive me," Abraham said, crying.

And it's really awful to watch a mafia lord crying helplessly.

Is he really my uncle? The woman in the portrait is definitely my mother because she is the doppelganger of my sister, but...

"Sorry for everything," he cried, "I am a loser. I am not a good brother to my Anam nor a good uncle to three of you. I am just trash without my sisters," he cried, and this time I felt hurt seeing his condition. But still, lots of questions are bursting in my mind.

"Abraham...." Sunidhi held him, and he cried more.

"Taha, he was just a little boy when Miraal chose your father over her betrothed man, which led to a war between them," Baba Jaan said.

"You know everything?" I asked in disbelief.

He nodded.

"I hate you, Baba Jaan. You also played with my emotions," I screamed painfully.

"Don't say this, Taha," he said coming to me, but I stopped him, showing my palm.

"No," I said, and I was about to walk towards the door when Anam grabbed my wrist.

"Taha... please," she begged.

"Don't throw my brother on more guilt," she begged.

I chuckled sarcastically.

"Your brother's guilt will never bring my childhood back, and at this age of 37, do you think I need this family drama thing?" I asked rudely.

"37 aur 73, everyone needs family, Taha," Sunidhi spoke, caressing Taniya's crying form.

"Tsk tsk, I don't need family at all, not the family like this who forget about our existence and now suddenly pretending like they search for us like mad lions," I mocked.

"If he really loves my mother , then why the hell does he never try to get in touch with her?"

"Why don't you ever contact us? If you really love my mother, then why?" I asked. I wanted to know.

"Because I thought my sister died that day in the accident. Talha never told Rabail Aapi about your existence," he said and came towards me.

"Listen, I am not forcing you to treat me like your uncle nor do I want to dig into the past," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Then why the hell did you reveal this thing?" I asked.

: He remained silent, so I spoke.

"The only relationship we share is that I am your niece's husband. Nothing else. I don't want this sudden relation and connection with your name," I said, removing his hands from my shoulder.

"Taha, please don't say this," Anam Malik came to me and cupped my face with teary eyes.

"Please don't say this. See, I am your aunt," she said, but I am too angry to listen to anything.

I don't know if I am angry or emotional, but all this is so overwhelming.i just want to scream and cry loudly where nobody hears my cries.

"Please Taha, ek dafa baat to sunain. Aap khala ki," Rubab said, coming beside me.

Allah, why is she crying? My only weakness is her and Taniya's tears and right now both of them are crying misrebly.

I turned towards her and grabbed her baby face between my palms.

Her green orbs were wet and red, and her lips turned into a pout as I grabbed her cheeks.

"Don't cry, jaana. I am listening to them, okay? I agreed that they are my relatives. Please don't cry," I pleaded like a baby.

She nodded, but tears were still flowing from her eyes.

"Please don't cry, jaana," I pleaded and wiped her tears with my rough palm.

She hugged me and cried into my chest. Her tears were tormenting me.

"I want this nikah thing by tomorrow. I will leave this place after that," I said, caressing her back.

"And what will you feed to my sister?" For the first time, Dishaan Malik spoke.

I remained silent as I can't take her to Afghanistan , nor will I go to Atarib because Baba jaan hid all this from me.

"Tell me? What will you feed my princess? You will feed her with your haram income?" He asked.

Anger is surging in my veins, but her crying head near my chest is keeping me sane.

"Tell me," Dishaan Malik came in front of us and spoke, gritting his teeth.

"You want to hurt my sister's feelings, right? Where every day she woke up with the fear of losing you?" He asked, and reality hit me like an iron rod.

But before I could speak, Abraham Ahmad said,

"Life and death are in Allah's hands, Dishaan. If he wants to leave from here, he can leave."

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Tell me how's the chapter?

It's kinda boring but i am too excited to write the next phase of the story

And sorry for being late i was busy due to family gathering.