The Truth Unveiled

The moment Zara stepped inside, the cousin jumped back in fear, his face going pale as if he had seen a ghost. Huda, however, remained composed—until she saw the phone in Zara's hand.

With a smirk, Zara said, "So, you admit it?"

Huda and her cousin spun around, faces draining of color."What…what are you doing here?" Huda asked, her voice laced with fake innocence, but her eyes darted anxiously to the device.

Zara's lips curled into a smirk. "Oh, just gathering proof and confirming what I already suspected," she said sweetly, holding up the phone. "You might want to hear how you just confessed to everything."

The color drained from Huda's face. "You're lying," she spat, but there was an unmistakable tremor in her voice.

She hit play, and their voices filled the room, confessing everything.

The cousin gasped. "You—you recorded us?"

"I'm smarter than you," Zara said simply. "Now, I suggest you tell me what you've been plotting up until now to frame Zarif."

Zara turned to the cousin, who was already sweating. "Do you have any actual proof? Something that could expose her completely?"

The cousin hesitated, looking between Zara and Huda. Then, as if realizing there was no way out, he exhaled shakily. "There's a hidden camera in the room… It should have captured everything."

Zara smiled. "Perfect."

Minutes later,the footage was retrieved. It showed everything—Huda dragging an unconscious Zarif into her room, arranging the sheets to make it look like something happened, and even smirking at her reflection before screaming for help.

With the footage in hand,Zara stormed back into the hall where everyone was still gathered. The police had already taken Zarif into custody, but she wasn't going to let them go far.The moment she entered, all eyes turned to her.

"I have proof," she announced, silencing the murmuring crowd. "Huda planned this entire thing."

Everyone turned to look at Huda, whose face was now frozen in shock.

She played the recording first. The room fell into stunned silence as Huda's voice filled the air, confessing everything. Then, the footage played on the big screen. Gasps, murmurs, and angry whispers erupted among the crowd.

 The expressions in the room shifted from disbelief to horror.

Miss Wahida, who had been sobbing uncontrollably, now looked at Huda with sheer rage. "You… You LIED?"

Huda's parents looked as if they'd been struck by lightning. "Huda! Tell me this is not true!" her mother shrieked.

Huda stammered, "I—I was just—"

Zara didn't let her finish. "The footage proves that Zarif was dragged into the room. And now, Huda's cousin has confessed."

Zara's gaze was unwavering. "You accused an innocent man. You ruined his reputation. And you thought you'd get away with it?" she said coldly.

The police had already taken Zarif away, but Zara turned to Huda's parents. "If you don't bring him back and apologize to him in front of everyone, I will file a defamation lawsuit against your entire family," she declared.

Naziba's face twisted in horror. Knowing they had no way out, she and her husband rushed to fix the mess.

An hour later, Zarif was released. He walked into the hall, his face blank, his eyes void of emotion.

As soon as he stepped inside, his face void of all emotion, Zara walked up to him.

Miss Naziba, completely shaken, stepped forward. "Zarif… We're so sorry—"

"You're sorry?" Zara cut in coldly. "Then prove it. Kneel before him and apologize."

Gasps echoed across the room. Miss Naziba looked at her in shock, but Zara's gaze was steel. "You all humiliated him in front of hundreds of people. The least you can do is ask for his forgiveness the same way."

Huda's parents hesitated, but when Zara lifted her phone, hinting at legal action, they had no choice. They knelt.

Wahida also fell to her knees. "My son… I failed you." Tears streamed down her face.

Zarif, who had been silent this whole time,his body still, clenched his fists. He wasn't sure what he felt—rage, relief, exhaustion.He looked at Zara, his eyes filled with something unreadable.

"I don't know how to thank you," he said at last, his voice hoarse and thick with emotion. "People who've known me my entire life turned their backs on me, but you—someone who's known me for barely two weeks—stood by my side. You endured every curse, every accusation, just to defend me. I don't know what I would've done without you."

Zara smiled softly, her voice steady. "I married you, Zarif. Whether it was with or without your consent doesn't matter. What matters is that you are my husband, and as long as you are, I will stand by you. I will protect you. Always."

Zarif swallowed hard, staring at her with something he didn't quite understand and for the first time in days, Zarif felt something break inside him—not pain, not anger, but a warmth he had never known before.

Gratitude. Admiration. And maybe… something deeper.