Chapter 172: The truth reveal

The music was in full swing as Haseeb was giving his signature dance performance, similar

to the one he did at Irtaza's wedding, while the other haveli members were checking up on

the guests.

The eyes were struck on the new couple, and people couldn't help but admire them given

how elegant they looked together.

Shehryaar and Sheharzaad truly complemented each other. The guests who were present at

the wedding called them "a match made in heaven."

The makeup had accentuated the unique grey color of Sheharzaad's eyes, while the suit that

Shehryaar wore accentuated the color of his eyes.

The color of the eyes of the bride and groom was the same. They were both grey, but they

had different shades of grey. People were confused about who had the better grey shade.

She looked like a fairy, while he looked like an angel. People couldn't help but adore them

and steal glances, especially of Sheharzaad, because she looked immaculate in her bridal

look.

Dua was sitting alone on one of the sofas, staring at Haseeb's dance from a distance. He was

a good dancer. His steps collided with the music.

She was still trying to figure out how to escape this marriage with Haseeb. She felt all the

pressure was on her. She tried to persuade Haseeb that day into convincing Shehryaar to

change his decision, but Haseeb showed a cold shoulder instead. He said that the elders'

decision was the best decision and we must follow it.

Dua was still in awe of how Haseeb so easily accepted it and was not even protesting along

with her.

She had gone scaredly to Shehryaar's study room and started her manipulation with a long

introductory paragraph while her elder brother was staring at her with hawk-like grey eyes.

She at last reached the point she came to discuss with him, not before drinking three glasses

of water in the middle of her long speech. She knew how bad her brother could get, and she

did not want to see his bad side.

And his response was a straight denial to her request. She tried to insist, but he just glared

at her with his grey eyes that had her pale, and she ran away from his office.

Hence, she failed in convincing him.

And now, she was still figuring out ways to escape this marriage when suddenly a girl came

and stood in front of her. A small smile sprawled on Dua's lips as she recognized her and

stood up to greet her.

"Oh, Hamna, Assalam alaikum," Dua greeted, giving her a hug. "At last, you came?"

"It was an honor to be at 'Sir' Shehryaar's wedding. And how could I not come when my

dear friend invited me?" Hamna greeted, pressing the word "sir." "And sir is very kinky,

that's why I called him 'sir.' If you know, you know."

Dua just smiled. "Thank you. Please sit, and oh, I didn't know that sir was... eh, kinky," she

offered her a seat and sat beside Hamna.

"What would you have? Juice or something?"

"Red wine," Hamna responded, and the drink was served to her as Dua ordered the waiter.

"I drank this when I hooked up with him," Hamna pointed toward Shehryaar, who was

sitting with Sheharzaad, as she took a gulp of the liquid. "He made me a drunkard."

"Oh, god. Don't take it so seriously. It's something so trivial for him," Dua commented.

"You know of his activities?"

"Very much. 'Cause I used to come to stay at his house."

Hamna smirked, looking at Shehryaar. "I had been passing him passes. He is so hot, sexy. It

was hard for me to control my hormones around him. He never responded to the signals

until I offered myself to him."

"Guess you need to come out of your fantasy bubble now. He is married."

"Maybe he can still keep me," Hamna winked at Dua, and she rolled her eyes.

"I don't think so. He loves her," Dua looked over at them. "Or maybe, if not love, he admires

her or likes her so much because it was the first time he had introduced a girl to his family

and expressed his gratitude, as in, gave his consent to my dadi (Grandmother) that he

wanted to marry."

"So, she is special?"

"Very. Very much for him. This is what I think."

"Maybe you think wrong," Hamna contended.

"Maybe. So how's the office going?" Dua asked her, trying to change the topic.

"Hectic. Busy with the new project," Hamna told her, then her eyes landed on Sheharzaad

again. "At last, she got married to him," Hamna said, coming back to the topic again,

reminding herself of the reason she came here.

Dua could see envy in her eyes.

"She is a nice girl," Dua commented.

"I told you, Dua. She stole my secretary's post. I don't know what she must've said to your

brother for him to replace me with her."

"Get over with it, Hamna. Let bygones be bygones. And upon your insistence, I threatened

her too when she came to haveli. I know people. She is a really nice girl."

"She must have acted so innocent. That I know. And I will let it go. But I'm still unable to

understand how he can marry her. Wasn't he aware of her relationship with Hannan? This

nice girl, as you put it, isn't so nice. She is a ... bitch,"

"Hannan?" Dua frowned. "Which Hannan?" She knew where this conversation was heading.

She hoped it was nothing like what she was expecting. Hamna definitely was not talking

about that Hannan. That couldn't be.

"Hannan Ali. I saw her one day coming out of his office, looking left and right as if, you know,

she did something in the office. Nervous and anxious," Hamna added. "Cleaning her mouth,

and I knew she must have had his thing in her mouth," she gave out an evil laugh.

Dua felt her heart beating rapidly.

"Their relationship was famous. We all knew she was dating Hannan meanwhile she had

wrapped sir Shehryaar around her pinky finger," Hamna said, adding fuel to the fire, making

up stories. The jealousy she had for Sheharzaad evident in her eyes.

Dua closed her eyes tightly.

"She is one slut," Hamna kept on blabbering about Sheharaad but Dua couldn't hear

anything. A deafening silence coming over her.

When she looked back at Hamna, she was still talking, "She must have whored around him.

You don't even know the type of clothes she used to wear. Deep neck lines and despite

having her office she was at his office all the time. I was like, fuck man, what was she trying

to do. At one hand it was Hannan whom she was fucking and I even saw it and on the other

hand-"

"Shut up," Dua said.

Hamna's face registered shock, "what? I'm just telling the truth,"

"Get out," Dua uttered in the lethalest of ways.

Hamna's mouth hung open.

"What happened to you, Dua? I know she had fucked Hannan,"

Dua suddenly stood up. "Bitch! You always wanted to be friends with me and you think I

won't know! I won't what a cunning slut you are to create such bizzare stories. You think I

will believe you? And you think I won't know of what you know and what you don't,"

"I told you as a friend," Hama tried explaining as she placed the glass of wine on the table

and stood up as well.

"Shut the hell up,"

Dua's tone didn't settle well with her.

"You-" Hamna raised her finger to bite back at her.

"Don't you fucking dare," she warned, "I swear, don't you dare to say a word to me while

you stand in my property,"

"You think I won't know that you were fucking Hannan as well? You were his little slut. You

think I won't know, bitch!" Hamna suddenly bit back and Dua slapped her as another tear

fell from her eye.

"You knew it and now you're rubbing it on my face," Dua gritted to her, "see what I do to

you," As another tear released from me.