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When I was a little girl, my mother used to tell me fairy tales. The same Cinderella, Snow white kind of stories. I wanted a disney prince back then.

When I grew up a little, I, no longer wanted a disney prince, instead I wanted Raj from DDLJ. I wanted someone who would save me in every possible way and love me.

When I became an adult I wished that my love story could be as legendary as Meredith and Derek.

But love stories aren't supposed to last? Are they? Because Cinderella never really existed, and Raj wasn't married to Simran in his real life..Meredith and Derek didn't get a happy ending.

I tasted my fair share of love then, I fell in love with a man for the very first time, who made me the happiest and also shattered my heart into pieces.

Just when I had thought, my life wouldn't ever get better..another man walked into my life and sweeped me in his arms, he gave me love and all his devotion.

I thought my love story was finally going to be a happy one, but then my ex love came back into my life, reviving the feelings that I had never even thought were there before.

When I thought I had gotten rid of it, when I tried to mash down all my feelings, and forget anything that I felt, when my love for the man who saved me, over powered my love for someone who had broken my heart, I thought maybe this was it.

But it wasn't.

Because, there she was. A dead girl standing in front of me.

In my childhood, my mother used to watch this television show where the lead actor, Sujal died. His lover cried over his dead body and later on, the man was back to being alive.

So was this my very own television show? Was this even real? And if it was, Then how?

Faris was still stood rigid, his whole body in shock. I couldn't move myself, thinking of anything but that girl.

Was I numb? Was I not able to feel anything at the moment?

"My love." Ayesha whispered, eyes laced with tears.

How was she alive?

"It's not you. It's my brain." Faris mumbled, thinking it s a crazy dream. I had pinched myself twice, thinking this was a dream too. But it wasn't. It s a reality.

She walked forward, taking slow gradual steps towards Faris. Her hand touched his shoulder and he jolted back.

Eyes widened.

A gasp escaping his mouth.

"Ayesha! How?" He managed to choke out.

"I-I'll explain everything." She said back, her fingers kneeded his hair. She touched him like she had every right to. Like she owned him.

That boiled my blood.

This dead woman came to life all of a sudden and now she wants to touch my man?

"Back off!" I exclaimed in anger, finally getting a hold of myself but I wasn't in control.

I angrily threw the bag that was in my hand.

"You-you were dead. How are you alive? Is this seriously happening? And why are you all not freaking out right now!" I accused, yelling and then looking at everyone.

I think I might just have a break down.

"Because we knew." Faris' mother spoke up and Faris' head shot up in shock again.

"Mother, you knew?" He asked, his voice crumbling.

"Yes, habibi. Listen to her, she'll explain everything." She encouraged making me shake my head.

I think the fuck not.

"No! No! Don't explain. Just get out of my house please. I don't want you here." I said, holding her arm but Mariya, his sister took my arm in hers forcing me to look at her.

I could stab her in that moment.

"Eira, habibti. Stop." She said, her voice soft and sympathetic. I didn't fucking needed that.

"No, Mariya, Can't you see what's happening?" I exclaimed again, pointing at her.

Faris still stood there in shock, looking deep in her eyes. She looked at him the same way. I stood there, watching them peer at each other.

As if looking at each other would cure their thirst.

The family slowly left the house, realising that Faris needed to know everything privately. They said they'd come back tomorrow.

I wished they didn't.

Hani hid behind my legs.

How was I supposed to tell him who this woman was? That she was the woman who gave birth to her? The one who had apparently died?

"I was kidnapped. Faris. She held me hostage for four years. Four years, she  held me hostage." Ayesha's voice rang through my ears as she started to speak, it felt like it was hard for her to speak out every word.

"Who?" Faris choked out.

"Zaynab. She loved you. She was crazy about you, my love. She wanted you. So when Ahmad was delivered-she paid the doctor to tell you I died. When I told you to talk to Zaynab, I was hypnotised, she gave me drugs that stopped my heartbeat for a few seconds. Then, she took me away. You were so engrossed in your pain that you didn't even look at my face."

Ofcourse, it was her. That bitch.

I was so selfish in that moment that I felt zero remorse for Ayesha. I even wished she hadn't shown up.

"She kept me, all alone. All these years. She thought you'd marry her. But you married someone else. You forgot about me-" Ayesha said, sniffing.

Yeah, she was full on crying now. But this little Arabic girl didn't know that there was a Pakistani girl in her place already. And she was better.

I was better than her. She shouldn't have came back.

"I never forgot about you. Not for a minute. A moment. You were here all the time." Faris' responded and tears fell out of my eyes.

Ofcourse, I knew that. But why did it hurt so much today. Ayesha moved forward wrapping her arms around him and my heart stopped.

Oh Allah. Why?

"I missed you. So much, it was horrible there. It was dark."

"Ayesha, I can't believe you're alive. You're here." Faris murmured.

I felt like I was watching a show. And I stood there, shocked and hurt.

"I thought I'd never see you again."

"You're here."

Faris murmured again making sure she was real. She really was.

"Where's Ahmad? I-Ahmad?"

Muhammad Hani Ahmad Al Borkan. Of course. She would ask for my baby. As if holding my husband wasn't good enough, she wanted a hold of my child too.

Faris, for the first time looked at me. Then, at Hani.

"Hani, come here. Come." He called. Hani didn't say anything but took a step to obey his father.

I picked him up suddenly.

"No!" I yelled, My voice shook, the result of my own tears. I held him in my arms and locked the room.

I couldn't let him do this to me.

"Eira! Open the door!" Faris yelled, but his voice showed the concern.

"No, Faris! Hani's mine. You're mine. No!' I yelled, I sobbed a little too. I couldn't believe this was happening to me.

"Eira, baby. Come out." He tried to coax me into coming out. Oh No. Not today.

"No, I won't let you break my heart." I said through the door.

"I won't break your heart, hayati. Come out."

Hayati. My life. I was his life, right? Ayesha's return couldn't change that. It couldn't.

"You come in! I don't want her to come inside." I opened the door and Faris entered the room.

"Eira..." He trailed off, looking at me but I had already launched myself in his arms.

"No, I can't lose you. You understand? You're my husband. Okay?" My voice came out muffled as I spoke but I tightened my grip on him.

"Eira, what's gotten into you?" He asked, looking at me. What's gotten into me? Everything.

"You hugged her Faris. You kissed her. In front of me." I said, looking at him with an accusatory face.

He looked like he might cry too.

"She's my wife." He defended. Fuck you.

"No, I'm your wife. Hani is my baby and you're my husband." "Tell her to go away. I don't care." I continued. He shook his head, holding my chin in his hand.

"She was abducted by her own sister. Be a little sensitive atleast."

"And do what? Welcome her in my house? Tell her I missed her?" I yelled, pushing him back.

"It's her house too."

"Bullshit. You're mine. This house is mine. Hani's mine. I left him for you, I said goodbye. So you don't get to leave me." I yelled at him, not caring about anything while I choked on my own tears.

Why couldn't I get a happy ending? What did I do to deserve all of this? Why did this keep happening to me?

"I won't leave you habibti. You'll be my wife too."

My mother's first concern when I married him was that he was an Emirati man and they married and had more than one wife. Faris had promised that would never happen.

Oh well.

"Oh God. You're seriously thinking that? I'll be your wife too? Why can't it just be me huh!" I asked, crying again.

Faris couldn't respond when Ayesha entered the room. I held Hani's hand tightly.

"Because I was the first. I know him since we were kids. He married you to heal himself, to get over me." She responded. Her answer made me angry.

Who was she to come here and talk shit like this?

"And he got over you! Alright? Tell her, Faris!" I said, holding his shirt tightly. He looked at me, then at her. Then back at me.

For the first time, he didn't look composed. For the first time, he didn't know what to do.

"Faris, please. No." I pleaded. I could beg at his feet in that moment.

"Look at me. Remember what you told me? That I was your last." I held his face in my hands.

"Eira, Ayesha will happily live with you. It won't be a problem, Baby I promise. Its normal to have two wives." He tried to console me. What was the logic? I didn't understand how could he remain calm like this?

"I won't share you. Fuck no!"

"Eira, please. Don't make this hard. What do you reckon I do?" He questioned me..

Fucking easy.

"Get rid of her." I shouted. Ayesha flinched.

Please, just go away.

"She's not an object Eira. She's my wife." His response made me see red.

"I am your wife too. I'm the one that belongs with you." I argued making him sigh.

His eyes finally watered. My brave Faris was crying. My? Was he mine?

"Don't make me choose between you and her." He replied.

I closed my eyes. Please no.

"Why? Because you'll choose her?" I whispered. My heart stopped in that moment.

"Yes, I'll choose her." My heart shattered into a million pieces.

"I think you just ended our relationship."

I whispered and walked out of the room. I turned around one last time.

"The funny thing is, I chose you. Virat was right there, telling me he needed me and I chose you."

And then, I left.

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