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CHAPTER 78

Maryam Chaudhary
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As I stepped into the room, a wave of pain washed over me, my heart aching from the knowledge that he had gone to the club with his ex- girlfriend.

"Why does he have to lie that he loves me?", I muttered, bitterly as I entered the dimly lit room. The only source of light was soft glow coming in through the open window. My gaze fell upon him, sleeping peacefully in bed, looking innocent. Anger and betrayal simmered within me as I stood there, grappling with the harsh reality of his deceit. The lies cut deep, leaving me raw and wounded.

As I walked near the window, I couldn't help but stand there and watch as the moonlight cast a peaceful aura around me. Despite the tranquility of the night, my thoughts drifted back to the same painful realization - he had gone to the club. Questions raced through my mind as I wondered why he had married me if he already had a girlfriend.  Why didn't he choose her instead?

The weight of his betrayal overwhelmed me, causing me to fall to knees and cry. In that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness and suffocation. Tears streamed down my face as I hugged myslef, seeking solace and strength in Allah's guidance. With each sob, and hiccup, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift into a restless sleep, plagued by thoughts of his betrayal.

The moon continued to shine outside the window, it's light a stark contrast to the darkness of my emotions. 

Danish Raza Mir
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I groaned while turning, trying to ease the pain in my head, but it wasn't getting any better. As I lifted my hand to massage my head, I noticed it was wrapped in a bandage. Opening my eyes, I saw my right hand was in a sling. The room was dark, with moonlight steaming it through the window. Looking to my right, I noticed it was empty.

"Where is Maryam?", I mumbled as I quickly stood up from the bed. As I look towards the window, I saw a figure curled up and sleeping. Wondering why she was sleeping there, I walked towards her.  

I knelt before her sleeping form on the ground, gently patting her cheek in an attempt to wake her. However, she only groaned and shifted slightly in her sleep. Running my hand through her long, silky hair, I couldn't help but admire her peaceful expression. She looked adorable with that pout forming on her lips as she slept. Leaning in, I softly pecked her lips, cherishing the moment.

"Jaan, wake up", I said, gently as I sat beside her on the ground and pulled her head into my lap. Running my fingers through her hair.

"Mmm", she murmurs, and rub her nose against my thigh, causing me to hiss in pain. Suddenly, she jolted awake and glared at me like a angry bunny. Despite her fierce expression, I couldn't help but chuckle. Her sleepy confusion melted away as she looked at me, her eyes softening.

"Why are you sitting here?", she asked with a yawn. I sat there, unable to look away from her. She looked cute and sexy at the same time. Cute because of the way she yawned and rubbed her eyes, and sexy because of her cleavage was showing and she was wearing a gray bra underneath her white kurta. She looked at me and then followed my gaze.

"Ghatiya aadmi", she said as she stood up from the ground, covering herself with her dupatta. The way she carried herself with a mix of cuteness and sexiness made it hard for me to look away.

"Main ghatiya aadmi nhi, tumhara shohar hu", I stated as I stood up with the wall support.

"Sirf naam ke", she retorted, rolling her eyes.

"Kya matlab, sirf naam ke?", I questioned, glaring at her. How dare she say sirf naam ke.

"Kyu ke main tumhe apna shohar nahi manti hu", she said sternly while glaring at my neck.

"Your opinion holds no weight as you already belong to me", I retorted, pulling her closer by her waist. 

"Do not touch me", she shouted angrily as her hand made contact with my cheek, leaving me standing there in shock. I couldn't fathom why she had lashed out at me like that, causing me to twist my jaw in frustration. The sting of her slap lingered as I tried to make sense of the situation.

"Why did you slap me?", I asked as I took threatening steps towards her. She stood there, tears forming in her eyes, but she was controlling them.

"You deserve more than a slap", she said sternly as she was about to walk away. I held her wrist and pulled her towards me, causing her to collide with my chest.

"And what did I do, can you please tell me?", I asked as I pulled her even closer, leaving no space between our bodies. 

"You are shameless, and a cheater", she said as she pushed me by my right shoulder, causing me to hiss and stumble back.

"Kya bakwaas kar rhi ho yaar tum?", I asked, holding my throbbing right hand that was in a sling.

"Itne masoom aur nanne munne na bano", she shouted, glaring at my neck once again.

As I walked towards the mirror, I couldn't help but wonder why my neck was covered in hickies. Confused, I remembered the events at the club where Katherine had aggressively kissed me, leaving me feeling disgusted. I shouted that I belonged to Maryam, refusing to let anyone else touch me. The memories of last night flooded back as I stood before the mirror.

I raised my head and looked her, seeing a sad smile on her face that was breaking my heart. It isn't what she thinks.

"Kal raat tum kaha the?", she asked, walking towards the couch and sitting down.

"Club mein", I replied, nervously joining her on the couch.

"Kiske saath gaye the?", she inquired, hugging her knees. She was acting unusually, which scared me.

"With, Azaan, bilal, Farhad, Ali, Haider and Asad", I answered, meeting her gaze.

"Well, you forgot one more name", she said, looking directly into my eyes.

"Who?", I asked quietly.

"Your girlfriend", she said with a bitter chuckle.

"Aisa kuch nhi hai jaisa tum soch rahi ho", I said, trying to reassure her as I reached out to hold her and make her understand.

"Dur rahe kar baat karo", she retorted, slapping my hand away.

"Main kasam khata hu Maryam, I really went to the club with my brothers. Katherine came out of nowhere and kissed me", I confessed truthfully.

"And you let her kiss you", she asked, tears streaming down her face. 

"I didn't, I pushed her away", I said, trying to wipe her tears.

"Liar, I don't believe you", she said, slapping my hand away.

"Please believe me, main sirf tumhara hu jaan", I said, holding her face in my hands.

"Agar tum mere hote toh yeh nahi hota", she said, pointing my neck, showing hickeys.

"Please mera yakeen karo", I whispered as I look into her eyes, wanting to reassure her that she was the only one for me. I vowed that no other woman would ever come between us, that she was the only one who could touch me, kiss me, or even hurt me. She held the key to my heart, and I would never let anyone else have access to it.

"Nahi karungi", she whispered, turning her head away from me, tears streaming down her face like daggers to my heart.

"What can I do to make you believe me?", I asked, as I knelt before her.

"Leave me alone", she sobbed, refusing to meet my eyes.

I sat beside her on the couch and pulled her into my embrace. Despite her struggles to break free, I held her tight, determined not to let go. I didnt marry her to abandon her; rather I married her to crown her as the queen of both my heart and our home.

I must show Katherine the consequences of making my jaan cry, a lesson she'll never forget.

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🥀my darling; you will never be unloved by me, you are too well tangled in my soul🥀

Sorry for the mistakes 🤗🤗

Allah hafiz 💕💕