Her Replaced Husband ✓

🌺 The End 🌺

After taking into consideration everything, the Police had decided on fifteen years imprisonment and some hard work or labor for Faraan for the charge of murdering Fatima.

It was almost a month now since Faraan was here but yet again, no one came here to see him. He knew what he did with his family and horrible and they must not be wanting to see his face ever.

Faraan had been regularly reciting the Holy Quran. He was now on Para three. The translation version sometimes made goosebumps to rose on his body. He was also trying to understand the deeper meanings of it.

It was one such evening when he was reciting a few Ayats of Surah Al e Imran when the inspector called him.

"Hey, your attendant is here," he barked.

Faraan lazily lifted his head and when he saw his father, his eyes widened in shock. Burak's gaze locked on the Holy Book in his hands before settling on his face. It was indeed very strange to see. He for once never prayed any prayer or recited the Holy Quran ever since he reached adulthood.

Faraan was in a white shalwar kameez with a white colored round cap on his head. His shave was also increased now as it reached his throat. He seemed very weak, tired, and unstable to Burak. He had a lot of bags under his eyes. But there was something which was exquisite and different in him.

Faraan got up and took small steps towards the black bars. His every joint was aching. The police now even though stopped beating him but still the hard work in his punishment was really hard in the real sense. It had tired him physically but emotionally and spiritually, he was very fresh and pleased.

"Dad," he mumbled.

Burak remained quiet but the side of his eyes got wet.

"Dad, how are you? How is Mama and Fiza? And...and Faris?" He asked.

Burak pressed his lips together. "What have you done Faraan?"

He held his hand. "Dad, please forgive me. I...I took advantage of your love. You trusted me so much and that's how I did in return. I deserve it, Dad. I know I deserve it."

"Where was the scarce, Faraan? What I didn't give you? To become rich, that's the way you chose? You...you murder someone. On top of all, you framed your own brother into this?" How can you do this?" Burak yelled.

"Dad, I am sorry. I don't have any words. Please forgive me. I am really remorseful. Please... Please ask Faris to meet me. Just once. I will ask for forgiveness from him. Please, Dad, I beg you," he was now crying with proper tears.

"He doesn't want to even see your face. After what you did with him, I think he is doing the right thing," Burak announced sternly and then turned around to go.

As his back was facing Faraan, Burak also let the water in his eyes fall free. He was his dear son and it was definitely hurting to see him like that.

Faraan looked at his father in remorse and then just dropped to the floor. What had he done?

But what could be done now?

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The next morning, as they all were having breakfast, Burak got to remember what Faraan said to him. He wanted to meet Faris. And it was better if Faris would get to know it. It was the thing which should remain between brothers and he or no one should intrude in it. If Faris would want to forgive Faraan, then it was what was he felt for his twin.

"Faris," he called him.

Faris lifted his head from the plate and gazed at him. "Yes, Dad?"

"Yesterday I met Faraan. And he was very remorseful for what he did. He was crying literally," he started off but the way Faris's fingers curled in a fist couldn't get away from his sharp eyes.