Beautiful Deceiver

I got into a lot of trouble when I went to see a bride for my elder brother.

The girl has chosen me instead of my elder brother. Although it seems bad to everyone, I am very happy.

I can say that I am overwhelmed with happiness.

When the girl came in front of us and sat in a shy posture, she immediately started to kiss my chest or side. Does such a beautiful girl have to call me Bhabhi for life?

Well, I am lucky that I got the opportunity to call the girl Janu instead of Bhabhi. Meanwhile, my family members are very angry with the girl. My elder brother didn't like it, which is good. But how can the younger brother of the boy who went to see her like it?

Does the girl have no shame? What did the family teach the girl?

I have been directly told by my family not to have any contact with that girl. They will never accept such a shameless girl as a wife.

I also told everyone in the family, 'Shit, shit, how did you think I would keep in touch with such a stupid girl? I'm supposed to be her brother-in-law, and she likes me.'

Everyone in the family is very happy. Whatever happened was good. If such a shameless girl became the wife of the house, there would be no respect for this family.

But I have been secretly keeping in touch with the girl, Zakia. We are meeting regularly at restaurants. We are taking selfies, riding rickshaws, sitting in the park and talking, talking on our mobile phones. Our days are passing by in a hurry. But my money bag is ringing at twelve.

Meanwhile, Zakia started insisting on marriage. I don't know what to do. My family still hasn't been able to choose a girl for my elder brother. In the meantime, what if I talk about my marriage? Even so, in the eyes of my family, it is easy to guess where Zakia, a shameless girl, will end up.

I see no other way but to run away. Zakia also agrees to run away with me. Zakiat is saying, 'Anyway, I only want you, Tanjib. I don't want anything else. But if we want to run away, we will need some money. Take care of that.

Zakia's words made me think. Where will I get money at this time? I have already wasted a lot of money in this one month hanging out with Zakia. Suddenly, I thought about the jewelry I had made for my brother's daughter on her wedding day. Well, Zakia and I stole the jewelry very carefully and ran away that night. But where to go? I can't think of that. I told Zakia to stay in a hotel tonight. Zakia didn't agree. If we two were single and went to a hotel at such a late hour, there might be trouble. Zakia has a friend.He is alone in the house now. His parents have gone to visit the village. We will spend the night there and go to the Kazi office in the morning to get married. Then we can make other arrangements.

I thought Zakia's friend might be a girl. Now I see Zakia's friend is a boy. Quite handsome and smart.

Anyway, Zakia's friend and I slept in one room, and Zakia slept in another room. Even though Zakia's friend fell asleep, I couldn't sleep at all. It's thrilling to think that such a beautiful girl is going to be my wife in the morning. Suddenly, Zakia's friend opened his eyes and jokingly said, "You're getting married tomorrow. Now you should get some sleep."

I felt ashamed. And closed my eyes. I had been very busy all day. I really needed some sleep.

I woke up and saw that it was morning. I jumped up quickly. But what is this? I can't find the mobile phone next to the pillow. The bag next to the bed is missing. I can't see Zakia's friend either.When I went to Zakia's room, I saw that Zakia was not there either.

I saw a white paper on Zakia's bed with all sorts of writing on it.

I picked it up and started reading it.

"You are a very good person. We are both grateful to you for the rest of our lives. Thank you a thousand times from the bottom of my heart. You make me feel so innocent. That's why I'm targeting you. Breaking off the relationship with anyone who comes to see me.""It was all possible because of you to raise money for our wedding. Someday I will invite you for a meal. Don't be upset, Lakshti."

After reading the paper, I remembered the words of a hypocrite father. Sometimes, even the words of hypocrites come true. The hypocrite father said, "Never trust beauties."