Married to My Brother-in-Law, In Love with His Brother (Early Acess Ch 13)

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The afternoon sun streamed lazily through the open windows, casting a warm glow across the empty haveli. Everyone else was away, lost in their daily routines, leaving Meenal alone with Arun.

The little boy was a whirlwind of energy, his laughter ringing out as he darted through the room.
“Maa, catch me!” He shouted, his small feet thudding against the stone floor.

Meenal smiled softly, watching him with tired affection. A storm in small feet—too much to handle, yet everything she lived for.

"Arun, you'll fall, beta..." she shouts, but her words were drowned out by his infectious laughter as he continued to run around the haveli from one room to another. Meenal couldn't help but feel grateful for these moments of joy amidst the chaos of their lives.

Arun was laughter wrapped in skin—her only light in this long night of a marriage. Yet even his joy reminded her of all that was missing. Of all that she could never truly call hers.

“Don’t go there, beta...” she shouts as Arun enters Rajveer's room , narrowly avoiding crashing into the furniture.

She reached out, but in his sudden, joyful leap, Arun knocked against the small table beside the bed. The photograph hit the floor with a crisp, final sound—like a gunshot in the silence.

The glass split clean across Megha’s face, a jagged line severing her smile.

Meenal’s breath caught.

Then came the cry. Arun.

Bright red blood seeped through his small fingers where the glass had sliced his soft skin.

Meenal’s heart dropped. She hurried to him, pressing a clean cloth gently to the wound. “Shh, beta, it’s okay. Maa’s here,” she whispered, trying to steady her own trembling hands.

As she cleaned his cuts, her eyes flicked to the broken photo lying face-down. Water from the cloth blurred the image further—the face of Megha, once so clear, now a ghostly smear, lost and fading.

She looked at the photo, heart heavy, memories of Megha flooding in back of happier times with her sister before tragedy struck. The pain of loss weighed heavily on Meenal as she bandaged her son's hand, a reminder of how fragile life can be.

Just then, she heard footsteps.

The door creaked open. Rajveer stepped in, his posture stiff, jaw locked. His gaze swept the room—first Arun’s trembling form, then the bloodied cloth in Meenal’s hand… and finally, the shattered photograph on the floor.

Something in his face shifted.

He walked in slowly, picked up the photo frame. Shards of glass slid down, one cutting his thumb, but he didn’t even flinch. Megha’s face stared back at him—fractured, smudged, almost erased.

His breath hitched. He blinked hard.

Not again. Not this too.

The one piece of her he had kept untouched, and now—

“Can’t even do one thing right,” he muttered, his voice cracking beneath the anger. Then louder, as if needing a target for the chaos inside him, he turned on Meenal and grabbed her arm.

“You’re good for nothing,” he snapped, eyes sharp with blame but clouded with something deeper. “What use are you if you can’t even keep the house—or my son—safe?”

The word my hung in the air like a blade.

Meenal didn’t flinch when he yelled. But inside, something cold and old splintered a little more. Not because of his words—but because she couldn’t even feel them anymore.

Rajveer’s grip faltered. He let go, as if burned.

He crouched, slowly gathering the broken pieces of glass, his hands trembling now. His lips pressed into a thin line as he tried, uselessly, to wipe the smear off Megha’s blurred face. His back was turned, but Meenal could see it—the slump in his shoulders. The way grief bent even the strongest men.

“You hurt Maa...” Arun's voice trembled, quiet but full of heartbreak. He looked up, big brown eyes brimming with confused tears.

Rajveer turned, still gripping the broken photo, his breath shallow.

Arun stepped back. His tiny fingers clutched the edge of Meenal’s saree as if it were a shield. “You’re always angry,” he whispered. “Maa always says sorry. But you... you never do.”

Rajveer opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came.

“I don’t want you to be my Baba,” Arun cried, wiping his eyes with his wounded hand, smearing blood and tears together. “I want Maa. I only want Maa!”

And with that, he bolted from the room, leaving behind a stunned silence—and a father holding the broken remains of a love he had long buried—and a child he was slowly losing.

Meenal remained motionless—like a statue carved from grief—no anger, no pleading. She was here for one thing only: the promise she had made to her sister Megha to protect and care for Arun, no matter what. Nothing else mattered—not the stinging words, not the bruised pride. Only Arun.

Outside the door, Aditya stood, fists clenched tight. He had heard everything.

Memories flooded him—Meenal’s laughter, her playful spirit, the girl he always loved before the marriage had swallowed her whole. He remembered her barefoot in the fields, laughing at her own joke, dupatta flying like a kite in the wind. That girl had vanished. And he had stood by, watching her dissolve into someone else’s silence.

He had promised once to protect her always, but now he realized how badly he had failed.

For three long years, she had suffered in silence, blamed for faults not her own, unloved by the man she was married to.

Rajveer and Meenal lived like strangers under the same roof. Their conversations were limited to Arun and household chores. There was no warmth, no closeness, no shared life.

A surge of regret and resolve filled Aditya’s chest. He would no longer stand by.

He would no longer stand by. Even if it meant tearing the family apart, he would fight—for the woman who deserved more than silence, and far more than sorrow.

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Author’s Note ❤️

If you remember Chapter 6, you saw how much Rajveer adored that precious photograph of Megha—his only piece of her he clung to. And now, it’s broken. Just like the fragile threads holding this family together. 💔

This chapter dives deep into their shattered reflections—pain, blame, and the silent battles behind closed doors. Arun’s heartbreak will pull at your heartstrings, and Aditya’s silent vow sets the stage for the storm to come. ⚡️

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