Addicted to You
Episode : 1
Tanisha Sultana

"Whether you believe it or not, you are married to the girl. It won't be a lie."
Hearing Hafizur Chowdhury's words, Abrar punched the tea table near him with great force. The tea table immediately shattered. The entire drawing room was filled with a clanging sound. A piece of glass had also entered the back of his strong hand. A red liquid was oozing from there. Hafizur did not seem at all disturbed by this. It was as if he was adamant in his decision. At this moment, even if his granddaughter and mother were gone, he would not be deterred.
Atia Begum buries her face in her shawl and cries. She doesn't have the courage to speak two sentences in front of her father-in-law. Nor does she have the strength to calm her son. Sometimes she declares herself a failed mother. One who can't control her child.
Abrar looked down at his own blood-stained hands and said in a serious voice:
"I don't accept him. I didn't accept him. You tricked me into signing the marriage contract, Dadabhai."
Hafizur sat on the bench. As if he had been waiting for this answer. He stroked his fair beard and said,
"You have to admit it. I cheated, but I didn't steal."
(Punjabi takes out a piece of kagal from his pocket and holds it in front of Abrar)
This is your cabin paper. Here you are clearly
Hafizur could not finish the rest. He snatched Abrar's paper and tore it into pieces. Hafizur was astonished. He said in a strong voice
"What did you do to Abrar? This paper was the only proof of your marriage."
Abrar threw the piece of paper on the floor. He looked Hafizur in the eye and said,
"Now you can't say she's my wife. The trouble is over."
Hafizur stood up and said in an angry voice:
"I will keep the girl with me. As your wife. I will not let you get into trouble. You have to accept it. Marriage is not a boy's game."
Abrar also stood up. He said in a voice twice as loud as his grandfather's.
"Then I'm leaving this house."
"The door is open."
Byasos Abrar Tasnin took big steps and left the Chowdhury house. If he had looked back once, he might have seen Atia Begum's tender face. Dadabhai's helpless eyes.
As soon as Abrar's eyes disappeared, Hafizur Chowdhury sat down on the sofa. He put one hand over his eyes and cried loudly. His liver was filling up. His chest was hurting. The only memory of his dead son was the piece of liver that was his grandson. The son had passed away about twelve years ago. Abrar was nine years old at the time. And Ahona was in Atia's womb. Since then, Hafizur Chowdhury has held Abrar and his mother Atia Begum with both hands. He has never let them suffer so much. He has provided them with everything they need before they ask. He has built a huge building in Dhaka city, thinking only about the convenience and inconvenience of his younger son's wife and children. He has severed ties with his elder son and middle son.
Atia Begum ran to her father-in-law. She knelt down at her father-in-law's feet. She held her father-in-law's hands in a fist and said in a tone of despair:
"Father, bring Abrar back. My son is leaving."
Hafizur Atiyar patted his head. He had no words to comfort his son's wife. He just took a deep breath and said,
"The day he feels we haven't harmed him, that day your son will come back. Wait, wife."
Is that really so?
One year, two years, three years, four years, five years, six years, seven years, eight years passed. Abrar didn't feel like his grandfather and mother had harmed him. They hadn't made a mistake by spending their lives with a thirteen-year-old girl. They hadn't cheated on him.
A lot has changed in eight years. Hafizur Chowdhury is no longer alive. He passed away after a couple of years of grieving the loss of Abrar.
When Panja was fighting with death in the hospital bed, his middle son, younger son and only daughter came running, forgetting all their pride. They hugged their father's legs as he fought with death. Before he breathed his last, Hafizur Chowdhury took off his oxygen mask and said two last words.
"I couldn't even see Abrar's face at the end."
And
Please take care of Tultul. I have entrusted Abrar's trust to you.
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In his sleep, he felt a cold tongue licking Tultul's entire face. As if the owner of the tongue wanted to wake him up. It was mid-December. It was bone-chilling cold. It would not be nice to disturb Sadh's sleep at such a time. Tultul didn't like it either. He tried to take his mouth under the blanket. But he couldn't because of the owner of the tongue. It was as if he had vowed to drive Tultul to the highest level of annoyance.
Tuttul opened her eyes with a fluttering movement. She frowned and said,
"Annie, don't disturb."
The cat stopped at the sound of its owner's sleepy voice. As if it understood that its owner had sensed its presence. It would not be right to tease it anymore. So, like a polite child, the owner lay down next to it. He stretched out his arms and legs and prepared to sleep. He made a meow meow sound as if to convey something. Tultul turned around and placed a hand on Annie. He calmed down and within a moment he too fell asleep.
After some time, both of them jumped up and down. Because someone had poured cold water on both of their faces. Annie was running around. She was very scared. Tultul's chest was also shaking with fear. She was in a deep sleep and it took her time to cope with the sudden splash of water. Whenever she realized that she and her little Annie were soaked, she looked ahead with wide eyes. Tithi was standing with her hands on her waist. Anger was evident in her eyes. Tultul lowered her eyes and swallowed a dry mouth. Some parts of her clothes including her face were wet. The blanket was quietly wet. Annie stopped running. She must have felt cold, so she came to Tultul's lap and sat down, curled up. Tultul started wiping Annie's body with a part of her shirt. She couldn't stand the cold anyway. I don't know, she might get sick again.
Ahem, Adikheta cannot bear the day, so he says with a frown.
"Now that the melodrama is over, get up, Maharani. There is a lot of work to do. Finish the work and rescue me."
Tultul said, keeping an eye on Annie's body.
"You could have just called. Why did you get it wet like this? Will this wet blanket and mattress dry now?"
Tithi had already gone and stood in front of the dressing table. She replied while trying to arrange the scattered things.
"Mom said not to get up and hit the water."
You know I can't ignore my mother.
Tultul doesn't say anything back. If you talk to her, the conversation will escalate. At some point, a fight will break out. Then she will have to bear the blame. So she leaves the bed with Annie in her arms. Just as she is about to leave the room, Tithi says
"Hide your bilai. Brother is coming home. If you fall in front of him, he will throw you into the Buriganga. And you will hide too."
Tultul didn't listen to Tithi. Tuhin is very good. He loves Tultul's Annie very much. He is sure that she will do anything for him.