Shoaib's pov

On the way to Ahmad Villa, my mind is running a marathon.

I bet my life that Abraham Bhai's bouncer will never let me enter his dungeon.

Shit, no outsider is allowed there.

But the hope and happiness in her eyes are melting my heart.

She is sitting in a white Afghani shalwar suit with her hair securely hidden underneath her embroidered dupatta.

Crossing the Bashphors bridge, her eyes are glued to the water as if she is feeling peace. Of course, her eyes are like the ocean, ocean-blue eyes with porcelain skin.

The weird thing is I somehow feel content seeing her in a body-covering dress.

The white dress easily blends with her porcelain skin, but the black embroidery acts as a barrier.

Stop drooling over her and find a way to not reach the villa, my mind mock me.

I frustratingly punch the horn.

But to my bad luck, she looks at me with fear in her eyes.

Her perfectly natural outlined lips scrunch and her eyes blink.Why her every features resembles to her bastard brother?

Shoaib, for God's sake, nobody asks you about her beauty. Just focus on driving.

We reached there. Argh, this tight security sucks.

A bald man with a rifle in hand and a black suit comes near my car.

"What do you need?" he asked, looking at me as I opened the window to let him know what I want.

But my veins pop in my neck seeing his gaze on Taniya. I know it's his job, and Abraham Bhai's men never look at women inappropriately, but I don't know why his scrutinizing gaze on Taniya is burning my blood.

"I'm sorry, Bibi," he said, and the door opened immediately with his signal to open it.

Confusion is clearly showing in her eyes, but she chooses to remain silent.

What? Seriously? I know I rarely come here, but still, he should recognize me. But no, this bald monkey allows her in.

My knuckles turn white from the force I'm gripping the steering wheel with.

Parking the car on the porch, we both step out.

She stands looking at the marvelous white castle with bodyguards everywhere in black suits with guns and rifles.

I clear my throat to get her attention.

"Shall we?" I ask, gesturing towards the entrance.

"Hm...." she hummed, looking at me.

As soon as we reach the large living area, my eyes fall on my niece sitting in a sour mood.

"Chachu..." she said, getting up from the sofa.

I cage her in my embrace.

Ah, only I know how much they both mean to us and how much pain and agony Anam and Dishaan Bhai went through while they were inside her womb.

Dilan and Afshaan are the reason why everyone, especially Ammi and Khirat Mama, forgave him for his sins.

"Why is my baby upset?" I ask as she leans back.

"Chachu... I am upset for Rubab Phupho," she said, looking at Taniya. But why does she not seem shocked seeing Taniya?

She went to Taniya and hugged her.

What? How does she...

Oh, Shahram and Afshaan know about Taha, so obviously Abira and Dilan also know.

"Taniya Aapi, I am sorry we can't stop Baba..." she takes a breath.

Taniya's face becomes pale hearing her incomplete sentence.

She must be worried about her bastard brother.

"Stop for what?" I ask because Taniya's Blue eyes are on the verge of crying. Sorry Ocean blue eyes.

"Abira and I can't stop him from taking Taha Phupha into his dungeon. He is torturing Taha Phupha himself," she completes.

Shit, he is no one to you, Dilan. But I smile internally.

Because if Abraham Bhai is torturing him, he will surely give him a lifetime disability.

Dishaan Bhai still can't walk much; he walks with a slight limp.

But my smile vanishes seeing her tears. Her ocean-blue eyes are letting the ocean of pain flow freely, dampening her lashes and pink cheeks.

How could she look this ethereal? She must have put on a no-makeup kind of makeup.

But nothing is wiping off her skin, which means her skin is actually this glowing and beautiful without any makeup.

"Please, Shoaib, save my brother. I have no one in this world except him. He is my only relation," she cried, coming to me.

Why would I save him? And no one will listen to me in this villa, but her words about her only relation hurt me.

She has me. I am her husband.

"Fake husband," my conscience mocks me.

I shut my eyes to calm down.

"Taniya, don't cry. We will talk to Sunidhi Aunty. She will definitely do something," I said, wiping her tears.

She flinched at my sudden action but didn't show any disgust or denial.

But Sunidhi Aunty's name is enough to sour my mood. She will definitely tell Shreya about my marriage. I have to pretend that we are not married.

True, she is not your wife, my mind mocks.

We went to Rubab's room, where she is sitting near Rubab's laying form.

Taniya immediately walks towards Rubab, which makes Sunidhi frown.

"Bhabhi..." she said, sitting on the floor with her knees.

Her eyes are filled with care and concern.

But her way of addressing my sister irritates me.

She is not her Bhabhi.Please  someone tell her the generation difference between her and his bastard brother?

"What happened to her?" she asked Sunidhi.

Her hand is caressing her forehead.

"She is suffering from a nervous breakdown. She is not opening her eyes," she cried, looking at Rubab, who seems oblivious to this world right now.

"Bhabhi, please, not you. I don't have enough strength. Please open your eyes," Taniya pleaded, but her sitting on the floor is making me uneasy.

I know she is kneeling on a carpet soft like silk, but still, she can't kneel like this.

My feet move on their own, and I grab her arms to stand her up and make her sit on the bed next to Sunidhi.

Sunidhi Aunty, give her space...

What the hell are you doing, Shoaib? You have to hide this fake marriage from Sunidhi.

Taniya looks at me in sheer confusion and disbelief.

Thankfully, Sunidhi is too lost in worry for Rubab to pass me any judgmental looks.

But her words make my breath hitch for a moment.

"Bhabhi, please wake up, or I'll complain to Taha Bhai," she cried.

"Please wake up. I'll complain to him that you also left to fight this difficult situation alone. He will get angry and scold you for leaving me alone," she hiccups.

But her words make my blood boil.

Did that bastard used to abuse my baby sister?

Now I will explain the meaning of angry and scolding.

"Be Ready to witness my hell, Taniya"

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