Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Forty two•~~

Brushing aside every thought, she left the bed and freshened up. Every time she saw her reflection in the mirror, her mind always recalled him at the sight of that necklace whose key Masab had locked, indirectly locking her fate with his as well. And, of course, the fact that he made sure to make a living example of his claims over her was evident as well, which always caused her heart to flutter.

Andaleeb chose a beige colored oversized shirt with white loose pants and combed her hair into a high ponytail. Her heart again itched to call Daneen, but she withheld. When the time would come, every issue would be resolved on its own. If their parents didn't want her to maintain any contact with Daneen, there must be some betterment in it.

As she crossed the first floor where her room was located to step the stairs down to reach the main hall, she was stunned finding father's elder brothers there. That made her worried about how to appear in front of them. But Andaleeb couldn't get to be anxious over this as much when that got replaced by a disgusting feeling when she heard the things they were saying. That felt like a break of trust. A shatter of so-called high claims of love that took years to build but seconds to ruin.

As expected, her uncles and father were talking about her, but not the way she had really anticipated. The things they were saying elicited a loathe in her. She felt like she was a bait, a chess piece and all these men were using her as a punching back to get what they wanted. Today, she got to hear her true place, and that was very low, very ba,d, and just like a thing.

"You did the right thing by not getting melted by a father's love upon seeing her, Sultan," Zaya, her eldest uncle was said this.

Sultan shrugged his shoulders. " I just realized that wasn't the time to melt, Brother. Fariha also tried to change my mind, but I knew what I had to do. Yes, my fatherly love many times overwhelmed my duty as a man of the house whenever I saw my Andaleeb broken like this, but what could I do? I just couldn't accept her like this."

Ansar patted his brother's shoulder. "The offer was perhaps really good to decline, Sultan. Your company and reputation will flourish after you are linked with one of the most influential politicians in Pakistan. Your company will see success left and right. You will become the inlaws of that prestigious family. Your daughter's messed up reputation will be guaranteed back once she becomes the daughter-in-law of that house and wife of the heir of the powerful landlord. None will even remember that she once was kidnapped from her wedding by the same guy. Everyone will respect her and you both. That's great that you don't let any emotion once again ruin things for you. A person who has a daughter who was abducted and disappeared like this. We don't even know what happened to her, and when she came back, it involved getting all the scars; it's better that this guy didn't abandon her."

Offer? What they were saying? Who offered them what?

Zaya nodded. "Exactly. Our girl would have become a stigma for us. Let's take advantage of that guy's craze for her. It will help her get her respect and honor back, and also, it will allow us to raise our heads in front of the society again."

She saw as her father didn't say for a while anything but lower down his head. "Maybe you are right."

Andaleeb couldn't hold back any longer. She rushed ahead and came into the scenes, gaining the attention of all three brothers. Her father gasped in surprise, and the way his expression changed gave an idea that she might have heard something that wasn't intended for her to hear in the first place.

"What are you guys saying?" She rasped in anger. "May I know what's being discussed about me?"

"There's nothing, Andaleeb. We were just talking about the random things. We weren't talking about you," Sultan said, trying to pacify her.