Please don't kill me, I didn't do anything

 "Please don't kill me, I didn't do anything." Ayşe Efendi, who was the orphan niece of a world-famous businessman, Tehmur Efendi, was no less than a maid. She was tortured for the slightest mistake. Even now, to escape her aunt's cruelty, she had hidden in a room that belonged to her cousin Kayan Efendi, whose terror the entire family feared. Ayşe Efendi's intimidating appearance had silenced Kayan Efendi.

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All the residents of the house were present in the dining hall of the Efendi villa at that time and were enjoying dinner. Kayan Efendi, the beloved and sole heir of this house, was present at the dinner table with all of them today. The food was specially prepared to Kayan's liking... Everyone was having dinner in a happy atmosphere. "So, what are your future plans, Barkhor?" Taimur Sahib looked at his son while taking his fork in his mouth. "I want to establish my business here as well and at the same time focus on my personal life." Kayan said in a busy manner, definitely glancing at his parents. "Good to hear that you have become serious about your personal life as well." Taimur Sahib looked impressed. "Boys your age have become fathers of two children and you are still single." At Taimur Sahib's subtle sarcasm, Shamsa Begum's face smiled... while Kayan could not even smile. "Yes... I also want to give you at least one grandson in the coming year, even if not two." He turned to them with a smiling gaze. "Your mother has planned a party for your welcome tomorrow. Your maternal uncle's family is also invited. In addition, our entire circle is invited." Timur Sahib said while pouring rice on his plate. "Hira is a very good girl. She is educated, well-mannered and very stylish. You will definitely like her. You can meet her tomorrow and if you like her, we will take the matter further." Shamsa Begum shrugged her shoulders while extending a bowl of Manchurian towards her husband. The people who had ruined her peace for eight years were still determined to upset her by doing their will... The girl who had not been granted the status of Kayan Effendi's wife was definitely going to get the sutan now... Kayan was furious with his parents... He felt that his parents had grown very fond of his niece, which is why they were forcibly imposing it on him. "You take the matter further." Kayan said with great pleasure while eating. "Meet Hira once." Taimur Sahib said, laughing at his son's haste. "Why, Dad?" Kayan, who was acting perfectly, was shocked. "For marriage..." Shamsa Begum looked at her son and wondered what was going on in her son's mind. "I'm already married, now I have to leave." Kayan bombarded him calmly while eating. "To whom?" Taimur Sahib asked in shock. "To your niece Aish... you forgot to get married...?" Kayan reminded him, looking at his father. "It was a compulsion." Shamsa Begum immediately convinced him. "I got married... I don't know if it was compulsion or pleasure, but you people, not giving importance to my displeasure, performed this marriage and because of this Aish I had to stay away from home for eight years and now that I have returned, I see that she does not even have the status of Kayan Effendi's wife." Kayan stopped eating and looked at the two of them in detail. "May I know why?" He glanced at them both in turn and picked up his fork once more. "Half the property... that fool owns half the property... half of the wealth that you two siblings are enjoying is that girl's." Taimur Sahib was banging his fork on his plate. "If she had been married somewhere else, this wealth would have gone... then I would have seen how you both live a luxurious life... but this thought would not have occurred to your thick intellect and you had left home of your own free will, we had not taken it out." Taimur Sahib was touching his head with his fingers while saying thick intellect. Kayan's patience did not decrease in any way. "Give her the position of Mrs. Kayan Effendi wherever you say I will get married." Kayan leaned back against the chair. "Impossible..." Shamsa Begum shouted. "Then give up the dream of my marriage." Kayan continued in the same manner. "Your mind is right. If you give this girl her status, we will all lose this wealth." Taimur Sahib was suspicious of his son's mental state. "Aish..." Kayan roared. "Why are you calling her?" Shamsa Begum asked with sharp teeth. "Yes..." Ayish was present like a bottle of gin. "Sit down... and serve me food." Kayan looked at his parents' faces. "Why are you eating food sitting with Dad...?" Kayan asked patiently. "There is no competition between me and him." Shamsa Begum gritted her teeth. "Kayan mind your language... she is your mother and my wife..." Taimur Sahib snapped in disgust. "Of course she is my wife. She should come and eat with her husband." His composure did not diminish. "Come on brother... I will not sit here in her presence." Zamal snorted. "As you wish." Kayan shrugged. "Sit down..." Kayan nudged her. She dragged a trembling chair and sat down, while the sound of Shamsa Begum and Zamal dragging their chairs echoed in the dining hall. They had both gotten up and left.