Her Replaced Husband ✓

¶chapter thirteen¶

She had prayed numerous times since her marriage got fixed for her groom to just run away or don't show up on the wedding day. Her prayer even undoubtedly got listened to by Allah. But she didn't remember at that time to ask for canceling of her marriage altogether.

Now she was stuck up in a bigger problem. Dramatically, now her groom got changed and he was just like a replica of the jerk she hated the most. But she also had her own reasons to loathe this doctor guy.

He knew she was against this marriage. He was well aware that she didn't like his brother yet he happily accepted this farce of a marriage to wed the girl who was his brother's fiance. But perhaps he was also forced by his father as she got.

But at that time, she defied every logic and any plus point for that doctor. He was a guy and a self-capable person. This world was very easy for men yet he decided to ruin her life once again. He could have refused. This made Ajwa disdain him more.

After nikkah, they brought her into the main part of the hall towards the stage. From her bottom vision, she could see that doctor guy sitting already there. And then she looked up. The blacks of her eyes darkened at his sight.

He was wearing a black sherwani with white crisp trousers, his black hair delicately combed behind, prominent and attractive features, and that small beard on his face looked alluring. He was indisputably handsome. But the fact that he looked exactly like his brother made her gutted. He stood up noticing her coming. Her jaw clenched with contempt and she looked away.

Her sister and friends made her settle on the stage beside him. But she quickly slid a bit further so that no part of her -even her long lehenga and heavy dupatta wouldn't get brushed against him. She sat there straight and stiff; with not a single tilt in her back. Her expressions were so taut and not giving any particular emotions.

Faris was aware of her every move but right now he was in turmoil of his own to give her cold behavior any thought. Where was Faraan? And his sudden marriage to his brother's bride was more bothersome. He was here to attend Faraan's nikkah and here he made his fiance his wife. He wasn't ready for any woman in his life yet. And now suddenly this girl who was before linked to his twin appeared.

The ceremony got over, thankfully. Ajwa was tired of keeping smiles. There was lava boiling in her whole body which was ready to erupt anytime. She wasn't able to control anything and now she was feeling hatred for everyone.

And now as she became the wife of Faris and daughter-in-law of Kirmani, she knew was out of her father's wrath and blackmailing. She could do anything she wanted without worrying about what Khalid would do with her mother or Javaria.

Her declining the open arms of her father during her rukhsati was the first step toward her freedom. The way Khalid's face became red due to embarrassment was a sight to behold. She relished finding him humiliated. It was a show for the whole world by Khalid and Ajwa didn't want to give him the gratification. She didn't shy away from glaring at him before reaching her mother and sister one by one. And then she lost all her constraints in their embrace.

After a drive of almost an hour as she speculated, they reached the mansion. Faris was driving the car while Burak Kirmani was in the front seat. Fiza and Raima were on both sides. The mother and daughter both were very nice to her but she was too much in self-mourning and feeling hostility toward every other person to acknowledge it. There was a fire of resentment burning in her heart and she wouldn't sit still without flaming it more.

Raima helped her come out of the car when she found Faris going away. She didn't care for him anyway. The woman looked at her with adoration and held her long lehenga in her hands.