Married to My Brother-in-Law, In Love with His Brother (Early Acess Ch 2)

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The final rites had been completed. The ritual chants still echoed in Meenal’s mind as she sat by the window, staring out at the courtyard, the sun now sinking low in the sky. The air felt thick, weighed down by grief.

Her sister's absence weighed heavily in the house, a constant ache in Meenal's chest, a physical reminder of the space that could never be filled. Every breath felt as though it pulled something vital from her. The baby, small and delicate, slept in her arms—blissfully unaware of the sorrow that choked the house like a storm cloud. His cries were a cruel reminder of the life lost, the life that would never know the warmth of his mother’s embrace.

Meenal’s thoughts were interrupted by the soft sound of footsteps approaching. Her parents arrived—her father’s steps slow and heavy, her mother’s soft whimpering following closely behind. They had been notified, but the finality of it all was still sinking in.

Her father, usually strong and stoic, entered first, his face ashen, his eyes red-rimmed from unshed tears. Her mother followed, clutching a handkerchief to her mouth, her shoulders trembling with each step. Their eyes found Meenal instantly, but there was no comfort in their gazes.

Meenal could barely hold their gaze as her father’s eyes flitted to the baby in her arms. "Is it... real?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Meenal nodded, though her own tears were already slipping down her cheeks. Her mother fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably, and her father reached out to comfort her, his own grief breaking free for the first time.

Meenal’s heart tightened, but she didn’t allow herself to give in to the wave of sorrow that threatened to drown her. She had to be strong. She had to be the one to take care of things now.

The baby gurgled in her arms, and she pressed him closer, feeling the overwhelming weight of responsibility settle over her like a stone.

But in the next room, the silence of Rajveer’s indifference screamed louder than any grief could.

Meenal couldn’t take it anymore. She stood and gently placed the baby in her mother’s arms. “There’s no point,” Meenal muttered, her voice thick with bitterness. “He’s not worth it. Not anymore.”

Her father’s weary eyes followed her. “Meenal…you shouldn't…” he trailed off, unsure of how to put it.

“Why, he killed my sister, and I can't stand by and watch him destroy another life,” Meenal interrupted, her voice filled with determination. She walked out of the room, leaving her family behind, ready to confront Rajveer and put an end to his cruelty once and for all.

When she reached his door, she silently stared at the closed door; she hated the man on the other side with every fiber of her being. He never cared for her—not the way a husband should. Not when she needed him most. And now… now, he can't even shed a tear for her, not even when she's gone.

The silence from the other side of the door was suffocating.

"Thakur Sahab…," she knocked gently on the door; not once did Meenal call him Jiju or acknowledge him as her brother-in-law. She never wanted her sister to marry him, but because of his status and her family's wishes, her sister was married to this man.

There was still no response, only the hollow echo of her words bouncing back to her.

With a burst of frustration, Meenal twisted the door handle, only to find it locked. She pushed harder, her pulse quickening with a mix of anger and helplessness—until Rajveer turned his back, like he was hiding something. "Maa and Baba came and are asking for you," she said as the baby in arms started crying as if wanting his father's attention.

Rajveer’s eyes flickered toward the baby, but there was no softness in his expression, only a hollow emptiness. “Get him out of here…” his voice cold, like he was speaking to a stranger, not his own flesh and blood. His eyes flicked to the baby, just for a second—and Meenal thought she saw something flicker there. Regret? Guilt? But it was gone too fast.

"Maybe he wants to be in your arms..." She tried to explain, even though she despised him, her heart clenched at the sight of his tears. She didn’t want to feel pity—but couldn’t help it. Not when he was the last piece of her sister left. But she couldn’t stand seeing him cry. Not when he was the last piece of her sister left in this world. "I don't care, just take him away." Rajveer snapped, his tone harsh and dismissive as he turned away, leaving Meenal feeling a pang of sadness for the innocent child caught in the middle of their strained relationship.

Rajveer had locked himself in his room again, refusing to face the world.

She slammed her fist against the door in frustration, her breath ragged, her chest tight with fury.

For a long moment, she stood there, staring at the door, as the muffled sound of her mother’s sobs filtered from the other room. Her father was trying to calm her, but Meenal could see the deep lines of exhaustion on his face—the weight of his grief pushing him down, too.

And the newborn's crying pierced through the tension, a stark reminder of the fragile innocence that was at stake. “It’s not fair... why did she have to go?” Meenal whispered to the baby, her voice breaking. Tears welled up, not just for her sister, but for the future that was now so uncertain.

The weight of responsibility settled heavily on her shoulders, as she knew she had to be strong for her family in their time of need.

Rajveer, on the other hand, was still in his bubble of indifference. His wife, the woman who had loved him fiercely, who had borne his child, was gone, and all he could do was shut himself away from it all.

She turned away. That door wasn’t just a barrier to Rajveer—it was the wall between what her family had been and what it had become. Her frustration still simmering beneath the surface, she returned to the living room. The sight of her mother, hunched over in grief, hit her like a wave.

Meenal took a deep breath and walked over, crouching next to them. Her eyes flickered to the baby, whose small fingers curled around her hand. A tightness gripped her heart again.

“How could he do this?” she whispered, her voice shaking. “How could he just lock himself away like this when everything is falling apart?”

Her father looked up, his eyes weary, full of pain and sorrow. “Rajveer... he’s always been like this. He was never good at showing his emotions. But Meenal, we have to be strong. For him, for the baby... for your sister.”

Meenal’s lip trembled as she looked at her father. “I... I just don’t understand,” she said softly. “He never loved her, not the way she deserved. I couldn’t stand how cold he was with her, how he ignored her... And now, after everything, he still can’t even care. She’s gone, and he doesn’t even care.”

Her father remained silent, his face full of sorrow as he reached over and squeezed her hand. “Sometimes, people deal with pain in their own ways, Meenal. But you’re right—this is not the way.”

She nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of everything she couldn’t change. Rajveer’s silence and indifference were unchangeable for now, and she was left to carry the burden of caring for the baby alone.

Her mother, as if reading her thoughts, handed the baby to Meenal. “I think your sister would’ve wanted you to take care of him, Meenal.”

The baby’s small hands reached for her cheek, and she couldn’t help but cradle him against her chest, feeling a sharp pang in her heart.

“I’ll take care of him,” she whispered, her voice breaking. She was no longer just grieving—she was stepping into a role that had no room for tears.

And as she held the baby close, she realized that the fight she’d been fighting for her sister’s memory was only just beginning. She couldn’t trust anyone with this precious little life except herself. She knew she had to be strong and make sure he grew up knowing how much he was loved. Because that man would never give this child the love he deserved. She held him close, not just out of love—but out of a quiet vow her sister would never hear: He will grow up surrounded by love, even if I have to give him all of mine.

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✍️ Author’s Note

This chapter was one of the hardest for me to write—because it’s not just about loss. It’s about what’s left behind. 💔

Meenal’s pain is raw, her anger justified, and her strength… undeniable. She's grieving, but she's also stepping into a role she never asked for—a protector, a mother figure, a silent warrior. And all while the man who should be mourning is locked behind a door, emotionally absent.

Writing her journey in this chapter broke something in me—but it also gave me hope. Because sometimes, the quietest strength comes from the ones who never expected to carry the weight.

🍼 Do you think Rajveer’s grief is real, or is he simply incapable of love?
💬 Should Meenal keep trying to involve him—or walk away for good?

I’d love to hear what you felt in this chapter. Drop your thoughts in the comments, share your theories, and let’s talk about what you would do if you were in Meenal’s place. 👇

And… if this chapter moved you—even a little—please don’t forget to like ❤️, share 🤝, and follow 🔔 so you don’t miss what’s coming next. Trust me, things are just beginning to unravel.

Chapter 3 will test bonds. Break silences. And reveal truths.
Are you ready?

Shaar Shree.