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His Betrayal

#heartbreak #tragedy
The moon cast a haunting glow over the remnants of what once was Rabeya's haven. The echoes of the raid still reverberated through the walls, mingling with the faint sobs of women who had once found solace under her roof. Rabeya stood in the center of the courtyard, her heart a shattered mosaic of dreams and trust, each piece cutting deeper into her soul.

Her eyes, once filled with warmth and hope, now brimmed with tears as she remembered the brutal raid. The police had stormed in, tearing through her home with no regard for the sanctity it held. The accusations of running a brothel were like venom, poisoning the air with their cruelty. The men who worked in her palace, loyal and innocent, had been beaten mercilessly. And she, a niqabi, had faced the ultimate violation when an officer tried to attack her, his intentions clear in his vile eyes.

But then her husband had arrived. He had stopped the assault, and for a fleeting moment, relief had washed over her. But it was immediately replaced by a cold dread as the police officers addressed him with respect, calling him "sir." The realization had struck her like lightning: the man she had come to love and trust was a deception, a mirage.

Her hands trembled, clutching the fabric of her dupatta as if it could anchor her to reality. She sought out Aban, her voice steady but laced with anguish. "What is all this? Why did you do this? Why did you marry me?" she asked each word a dagger to her own heart.

Aban's face was a cold, impassive mask, his eyes void of any warmth. "I did it only to catch your brother. I married you to win his trust. Otherwise, I would have never married you," he said, his words cutting through her like a knife.

Rabeya's vision blurred with tears, but she forced herself to meet his gaze. "You used me. You made me dream and trust, all for your deceit," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Aban's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing with disdain. "You are nothing to me but a criminal's sister," he spat, his words dripping with contempt.

The pain in Rabeya's...