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Arshad's POV,

I came to the dining room as usual early but today I came to talk to isha. Last night I couldn't say anything cause I was shocked that she heard my bitter words. The words truly I didn't mean. She was not a burden. She was not compulsion to me. She never asks anything from me. She never a threat to me. Though I didn't choose to marry her it still happens. I shouldn't have said those type of things. I could only imagine how much she got hurt by my words. It all happens because of Adil.

I cursed him under my breath, imagine hundreds of way to torture him. If he didn't push me and stirred that unknown feeling in my heart I wouldn't have to say that to make myself less guilty for having that feeling for isha. Yes, I was feeling guilty. I was feeling my heart was betraying sofia. I didn't want to be called an infidelity bastard. This was all now making me suffocated. How can a man manage to have two wives I can't understand?

I shook my head and sat on the chair waiting for isha to bring my breakfast. A smile made its way to my lips as I think about her. She always brings my breakfast made by her. And I swear her hand made food I love it more than anyone else. I was a foodie. But after marrying sofia and move into Dubai I began losing my desire of having delicious food like I was having here made by Amma jaan. Sofia couldn't cook. And food made by maid never tastes that delicious as its taste by mothers and wives. Cause they add loves in that.

Love?

Does isha add love in my foods? That's why it tastes delicious and warm my heart?

What the hell am I thinking?

I shook my head. It was wrong. I shouldn't think like that. My trance broke when I saw Raziya bi coming with dishes in her hand.

"Where is isha?" I uttered in disappointment before I could stop myself.

"She went to her room to get ready for college," Raziya bi said thankfully not paying attention to my eager tone.

She serves me breakfast and only with a smell I knew it was made by isha. She as always made food for me as she once said she would love to cook for me. I ate silently as I didn't have the heart to ignore my breakfast made by isha.

After breakfast, I was about to walk to her room but stopped when I saw she was already walking toward the main door.

She had not had breakfast.

I went behind her with my laptop bag.

"Isha!" I called out. She stopped but didn't turn to me. "Come, I will drop you," I said standing in front of her. She kept her head lowered.

"I will take a cab. Like I was taking past few days" she said in a low tone without meeting my gaze.

"Isha..."

"Please let me go. I don't want to be late" her voice came as a plea. It felt like she didn't want to be close to me. I move away from her way, giving her space. She walks away without giving me a single glance. My heart twisted with unknown emotions. I wanted to see her beautiful innocent hazel eyes which she hardly becomes comfortable to meet with mine black one. I wanted to tell her that I didn't mean that but I think I should give her time. After my hurtful words, she certainly did not want to see my face.

So I give her space. And few more days passed by isha ignoring me and with every passing day, my heart becomes restless to see her smile. to see her eyes. to see her blush. But she was adamant to ignore me. And I couldn't even blame her.

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I came home from the company and was seated on the sofa resting my head back and closing my eyes. Company work increasing day by day and I didn't want to bother Asam as he was not that active to office nowadays cause of his upcoming wedding and my brother was too much in love to refuse any date or demand of his soon to be wife.

"Water" I open my eyes and saw Amma jaan holding water glass in her hand. I took it and gulped it in one go. She sat beside me and I lay down on sofa putting my head on her lap and she began running her fingers in my hair. "Baat karni thi tumse beta (I want to talk to you son)" she said after few minutes when I was about to fall asleep.

"Haan boley (yes say)" I said opening my eyes.

"Uh...Amar ke bare me (it's about Amar)" she said. She looks hesitate. I sat up and look at her.

"Tell me Amma jaan, What Amar did now?" I asked alert. I hope he didn't do anything to hurt Isha or else I will...

"I didn't do anything Bhai" I was about to plan what I will do to straighten him when his voice broke my trance. I look up at him. He was coming toward the sofa) with sofia and Asam.

"Then what Amma jaan was saying," I asked. And his next words literary shook my world.

"I want to marry Isha. And Amma jaan is not agreeing and want your opinion." He declared. I was frozen in my place.

"I don't know what should I say to him. Isha is a nice girl but...." She trailed off. And look at me. "You tell me, do you think it will be a good decision. I like her and I know she will prove a nice daughter in law but still, I'm confused." She said looking at me for an answer.

"Bhai, you said isha is not a maid then what's the problem to make her my wife. I like her bhai. I want her"

I fisted my hand and clenched my jaw hard to stop myself before I blurted out anything.

"Beta, there is no problem. I'm just saying your not ready to take this responsibility either" Amma jaan said in a concerned tone

"Amma jaan. I'm ready. I want isha..."

"Shut up Amar!" I yelled standing up glaring at him. How dare he talk about Isha like this? "Erase this thought it's better for you," I said pointing my finger at him. He stood up with a frown on his face.

"Why bhai? I like her then Why can't I marry her? You, Asam bhai chooses your girls by yourself then why can't I choose a girl for me by myself? I want to marry her and I will marry her!" He declared in determination.

"You..." I step closer in anger but sofia came in front of me.

"Arshad calm down, why are you angry?" She asked confusingly.

"Why am I angry? Can't you hear what this idiot saying? How could he even think about her like that?!" My voice becomes louder and some foreign burning sensation raised in me.

"Why? What's the problem with this? He like her and wants to marry, I don't see any problem with this. I don't understand why you guys do not agree with him. It's his life his choice. We should support him." Sofia said I stared at her in bewilderment.

"Sofia how can you say that? He is talking about isha, isha is...." I stopped myself before saying as I look into Sofia's confusing eyes.

"Isha what Arshad?" She asked but I didn't know what to say. "Arshad?" She again called.

"She's....she... She is not old enough to get married"

"She is nineteen bhai" Amar spoke. I clenched my fist to control my anger.

"She is only nineteen" I emphasis.

"Arshad I think your thinking too much. You should be proud of your brother, that he chose an orphan girl to get married. She will become a younger daughter in law of this house. She will be happy" Amma jaan said I was not convinced but her last sentence left me in dilemma.

She will be happy.

How could I be so selfish? I wasn't accepting her neither I let her be happy with anyone else. I have a wife and I was happy but isha was living here as a maid. It was so selfish of me. She will be happy to get someone who could only love her, who could give her happiness and respect she deserves. But I didn't know why was this thought burning me? Isha being with someone else.

No no no!! I can't even imagine.

Then accept her.

What about sofia? She will leave me.

Then let go of isha. Don't hold her happiness. Let her happy even if it means to be with someone else. Let her go.

"As you decide Amma jaan. I don't have any problem" I said before turning to go.

But stopped when my eyes fall on that innocent broken horrified face which clenching my heart painfully. Isha was staring at me with wide eyes. Her face becomes pale. She vigorously shook her head before running toward her room.

I stood there not knowing what to do? Looking back I saw Amar was saying something to Amma jaan and sofia also was paying attention to their conversation. Taking it as a chance I went to isha's room.

"Isha" I called as I step inside and closed the door behind me. I saw her standing in the middle of the room "Isha"

"No, no" she looks at me shaking her head continuously.

"Isha, listen to me."

"Aap rokein ye sab. Wo aisa soch bhi kaise sakte hai! ( how can they even think like this)" she exclaimed shaking visibly.

"Isha" I walk toward her and held her hand trying to calm her. "Come here" making her sat on the sofa I kneel in front of her. "I know it's not easy but..." I stopped. I didn't know why this word become hard for me to say. "..but think about it. You will be happy. You will get what you deserve. A man who...who will lo..love you... Who will give you everything you deserve... Amar is a very nice boy. He may do wrong things in anger but he is not bad in heart, I know you will be happy with him" I said holding her hand. My eyes were on our joint hands.

"Sharam nahi aati aapko. Thodi bhi ghairat nahi hai apme. Ya aap mujhe itna na pasand karte hai ke bas mujhse picha chudana chahte ho ( You don't feel ashamed. You have no honor. Or you dislike me this much to just get rid of me)" she said starting at me with sadness. I left her hand and stood up

Ghairat (honour)?

She said I don't have honor. I clenched my jaw.

"Ghairat hai. Par kudgarzi nahi. (I have honor but not selfishness)" I said glaring at her. She stood up glaring me back.

"Aap me ghairat nahi hai. Sirf khudgarzi hai. Agr ghairat hoti to apni biwi ka naam kisi aur mard ke saath jodne se pehle sau mout marte. (You have no honor but only selfishness. If you had honour you would have died hundreds time before attaching your wife's name to another man)" she spite.

"I'm saying after thinking isha. It's better for you. For your happiness"

"My happiness?. My happiness is not with someone else. My happiness lies with you" she exclaimed.

"Isha please, you need to understand. We all will be happy with this decision" I said in frustration.

"Oh, yeah right. You will be happy to get rid of me. Finally, you have found a way to throw me out of your life"

"Oh god aisa nahi! I'm saying this for your happiness."

"Yes, my happiness. You want to do this for my happiness?" She asked. I nodded. "Then fine" she nodded wiping her tears and walk toward the cupboard. Opening the door of the cupboard she began dragging her clothes.

"Ye kya kar rahi ho tum? (What are you doing?)" I asked going toward her. As she pulled her suitcase out.

"Jaa rahi hun. Aapki zindagi se bhi aur is ghar se bhi. (I'm leaving, from your life, and home)" she declared making my breath hitched.

"Nahi, you're not going anywhere, jhodo ise (leave this)" I pulled the suitcase away from her hand.

"Why? You want my happiness na? So, this is my happiness. I want to leave all this. Maine sab kuch bardasht kiya. Sab kuch, sirf isliye kyunki aapki biwi hun. Par agar aap mujhse ye haq bhi cheeno ge to mai aapki zindagi me ek pal nahi rukungi. (I endure everything, everything just because I'm your wife but if you snatch this right as well then I will not stay in your life a single moment more)" I froze staring at her. she again tries to pull that suitcase but I held her arms making her look at me.

"Tum kahi nahi jaogi. Suna tumne? (you are not going anywhere, did you hear to me)" I gritted in anger.

"Mai jaa rahi hun. Agar zabardasti ki to jaan dedugi par mai aapke bhai se shadi nahi karungi (I'm leaving. If you forced me then I will kill myself but I won't marry your brother)" she yelled making me shudder. "I won't force you to accept me but you also don't force me to be with someone else. Just let me go" she stopped struggling and began weeping lowering her head.

"You will be happy isha, Why can't you understand?"

"Why can't YOU understand? Mai aapki biwi hun koi khilona nahi. (I'm your wife, not a plaything)" Isha cried out before holding my collar pulling me closer. "Mai kisi aur mard ke bare me soch bhi nahi sakti. Ye gunah hai.. Chheee!! (I can't even think about another man its a sin.)" She exhaustedly put her head on my chest "Mai aapki biwi hun. Aapki hun, Sirf aapki. (I'm your wife. Yours, only yours)"

And with her this statement all the thoughts of marrying her with someone else vanished.

She is my wife. Mine.

My eyes widened and heart began beating like crazy as the realisation hit me. She was successfully making her way into my heart. My arms wrapped around her hugging her tightly for the first time. And It was selfish of me but I felt some relief wash over me.

I don't want her to marry someone else.

"You know, I can't accept you in front of this world still your choosing this for yourself" I mumbled inhaling her scent.

"I'm ready to be your secret wife. But not anyone else wife. please don't snatch this from me" She hugged me tightly.

"Okay," I agreed and pulled back after a few seconds. "Koi zabardasti nahi karega tumse. (No one will force you) When Amma jaan will ask you about this tell her you're not ready for marriage. And after that I will handle, okay? now stop crying" I wipe her wet cheeks and she grants me with her smile. I smile back and before I could stop myself I leaned down and place a kiss on her forehead. A smile made their way to my lips as she lowered her head even more and her cheeks tainted a pinkish hue.

Smiling I walk out of the room.

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