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The two cousins who used to fight over everything were now sitting side by side-getting married. No decorations, no celebrations, just a small room, a **Qazi**, and two witnesses. **Kahin kone mein kismat hans rahi thi.** *(Somewhere in the corner, fate was laughing.)* Mehroz sat silently, her eyes swollen from crying. She didn't look up. **"Qubool hai."** *(I accept.)* Her voice was barely there. The **Qazi** repeated the question. **"Qubool hai."** *(I accept.)* A pause. **"Qubool hai."** *(I accept.)* Next to her, Rehan sat still. His white **kurta** was wrinkled, stained with blood. A fresh cut on his cheek, a bruise near his lip. He had fought, but for what? Even he didn't know. His voice was rough but firm. **"Qubool hai."** *(I accept.)* **"Qubool hai."** *(I accept.)* **"Qubool hai."** *(I accept.)* It was done. No one blessed them. No one smiled. The only sound was a pen scratching against paper. The door opened. Mehroz's father stepped inside. His face was cold, his voice even colder. **"Rehan, behtar hoga ki tum apni biwi ko lekar yahan se chale jao. Abhi. Isi waqt."** *(Rehan, it would be better if you take your wife and leave. Right now. This very moment.)* ( Forced Marriage Cousin Marriage Happy ending ) Rehan exhaled but said nothing. He stood up. Mehroz didn't move. They didn't look at each other. But fate had already decided for them. **Kismat bhi na yaar...** *(Fate, seriously...)* ---
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