Next day I got a call from Sarah and I excitedly ran to Taha."Taha....Sarah and Aunty wanted to come here to see you so I invited them for lunch today.""Really?!" he said happily but then his smile faded."Uh...oh..""What's wrong?" "They're coming here? But how do they know about here?!""Oh, it's because I told them." "And what else did you tell them?" He questioned crossing his arms. "I told them that their son is a businessman who imports and exports spare parts of vehicles and has a lavish bungalow and they should be proud of you." I said grinning proud at myself He laughed nervously."Rahina...we are Doomed! Totally... completely finished!""Why?" I asked confused."Rahina you are not my wife...you are not pregnant...this isn't my house and I am not a businessman who sells

"Rub some ice on it. It will feel better."Taha said handing me the ice tray as he avoided eye contact. "Thanks." I said taking it. "Sorry you had to suffer soo much because of me." He said guiltily. "It's ok. You were my only friend in this house. I owed you. And now that you're happy...your family's happy....what else can I ask for." I smiled assuringly. He gave a half smile pating my head and left somewhere.Third person POV, Burning with rage and frustration Taha slammed open the Study door where he knew Ruzhaan would be at the moment. "Ho gaya tum dono ka drama?" (Is your drama over)Ruzhaan asked sardonically. Without a word Taha grabbed his collar and slammed him to the wall getting no reaction from Ruzhaan what so ever. "Abh ye bhi tere drame ka hissa hai?" (Is this part of your drama to

I arranged the things that Taha asked for and as soon as I heard the car I ran to the door. Taha was bringing Ruzhaan inside with his arm resting on his shoulder while Ruzhaan was half unconscious. My eyes blinded with tears as I saw his shirt completely covered in blood. "He's ok... don't worry." Taha said assuringly but I couldn't believe him. Taha laid him on the bed as I had gone all numb seeing his condition. "Rahina...go bring the kit." I couldn't hear him. "Rahina!" He shook my shoulder making me flinch. "He's ok... I've got him. He'll be ok in a few hours." He assured me in a gentle tone. I shook my head as I was already crying. He held my shoulders and made me sit beside Ruzhaan on the bed and brought the first aid. He tore open his shirt and I felt dizzy seeing the bleeding long wound at the side of his abdomen. 

I excitedly went through all my clothes as to what to wear for tomorrow. I didn't have anything nice. Shit! Wait why am I so excited?Yes, I'm excited. Not because I'm going out with him, but because I'll be seeing Salman Khan in theatre. Wow!"What the hell are you doing creating a mess in my room?" Ruzhaan yelled from the door seeing all my clothes on the bed. Gosh! This man can never talk normally can he?"Oh sorry, I'll clean it. I was looking for a dress to wear for tomorrow but I don't have anything nice." I pouted picking up the dresses. I could retort at his yelling but I was in too good of a mood to do that. "Fine...buy something tomorrow then." He said. "Huh? Really?" I said excitedly throwing the dresses back on the bed. "Sure. Just wear anything tomorrow and buy a new one there to change into.""Really.... thanks!

I stayed with my parents for a whole week. During that that.... I didn't had the guts to face either of those brothers. My feelings were haywire....at one side, there was Uzair who has been waiting for me completely unaware of the fact that now I'm married to his brother and on another side is Ruzhaan! All this time I was with him... it was as if I had completely forgotten about my hatred for him. I just couldn't stop thinking about him. The look in his eyes for me.... sometimes the sadness I saw....the playfulness he only showed me, his voice, his smile, the way he calls my name....why can't I forget it? He's not how I thought he was. He's gentle, caring, misunderstood and..... broken. But he married me for revenge because he hates Uzair. Does he hate me too?Does he even care about me?Does he even feel anything for me?Like Uzair? Or is it just me pondering my