Bhool Kar Bhabhiyon Ke Sath Suhaag Raat Guzarne Wale Devar – Ek Haqeeqat Jo Hila Degi!

0:00 Today's incident is a surprising puzzle. There were two twin brothers whose faces were exactly alike. The good news was that the girls he married were also twin sisters and their faces were alike. After marriage, when the brides came home, by mistake both the wives went and sat in their brother-in-laws' rooms instead of their husbands'. The wedding night passed and when morning came, both the brothers came to know that the woman with whom they had spent the night was not their wife but their sister-in-law. Due to fear of people, all four of them sat quietly in the room and took the decision. A decision that will blow your mind. What did he do after all? Did he start enjoying this change? Did he start changing wives every day or did he

0:46 change his marriage? To know this surprising decision of those four, watch this incident till the end. There was a small village called Dehi where the unpaved streets were filled with the fragrance of soil and people were each other's support. The morning there would begin with the women cooking on the stove and the men would sweat in the fields. Similarly, two twin brothers lived on the outskirts of the village. Rafiyan and Farfan were young, strong, kind hearted and had surprisingly similar faces, no difference, no mark, so much so that even I myself, standing in the mirror, would wonder whether I am Rafiyan or Farfan. Earlier, this was a source of great laughter and jokes, people of the village would make

1:31 fun of me and make jokes but these two did not care. Time passed, as the age increased, an unfulfilled desire started taking root in the heart, I wish we too get married someday. I wish someone would tie their scarf for us too. His parents left this world in his childhood. There was only one relationship left. Aunt Rashida who was raising me like a mother. Every day she would pray to God for the same thing. My nephews are like sons. If they get married, my soul will find peace. But the villagers were afraid. Aunt used to say that both of them look alike. If the daughter accidentally spent the night with someone else, the aunt's eyes would fill up with tears on hearing this and both the brothers would lower their eyes and remain silent. He

2:17 just didn't want marriage. He wanted someone to understand his heart. Know their soul, do n't just look at their face. Rafiyan remembered the girl who would shyly cover her head with a scarf every time she would fill water from the well and Farfan remembered the smile that someone had once given her in the neighbourhood. But time had imprisoned all those desires in just one word. Then one night when all hope seemed to be ending. Nature showed the turning point where two hearts were about to meet, which were alike in themselves and had the same vow. The silence of the night had deepened. There was a blanket of stars across the sky and there was still some heat left in the ashes of the tandoor. Aunt Rashida was sitting in her corner

3:03 rotating the rosary. But the lips were silent. Then took a deep breath. She covered herself with the sheet and left the house. The steps were slow but the resolve was strong. She was moving towards that hope whose door was still slightly open. After crossing several turns she reached the hut where twin sisters Nashira and Nashwa lived. The same two sisters whose story was exactly like Ruffian and Farfan. The faces were so similar that even my mother would recognise them by their voices. Knocked the door. An elderly woman came out. Aunt Rashida how come you are this way? Hamida sister, I have brought a proposal for your nieces. Khala replied softly. Both my sons are twins. Full of simplicity

3:49 but unfortunately lonely. After listening to Khala Rashida, Hamida remained silent for some time. Then she opened the door and brought them inside. Nashira and Nashwa were sitting in a corner of the courtyard inside. Dupatta on the head, eyes downcast. But the heart and ears were completely eager to listen to what aunt said. When Khala Rashida mentioned her sons, their hard-working hands and lonely hearts, the pain hidden in the eyes of those sisters started shining again in the form of tears. Hamida said in a low voice, Aunt, I too have seen many proposals but every time I have heard the same thing. If both the sisters look alike then how will the boy recognize who belongs to whom? Khala Rashida's eyes became moist. Then he

4:36 said softly, Hamida sister, this is the pain of our house as well. If our children look alike, are their hearts also alike? They recognize love not by its face but by its passion. That same day, when Nashira looked out of the window, she saw Raffiyan for the first time. He was different in appearance but seemed like one of our own at heart. And when Nashwa heard Farfan's name, it was as if a closed door in her heart opened silently. The news spread throughout the village. People were surprised. Was entangled in questions. But this was the first time for these four hearts, when not face but destiny was going to be the identity. When Khala Rashida returned, there was a calmness on her face that only mothers get.

5:23 When the loneliness of their children becomes associated with someone's name. It seems as if sweetness has dissolved in the air of the village. Those silent streets were now slowly starting to get decorated. Colourful clothes started hanging on the ropes tied in the courtyard of Aunt Rashida. Lime had been applied on the raw walls and there was a strange glow on their faces. As if after years the heart has learnt to beat for someone else. Nashira and Nashwa were sitting in the courtyard quietly wearing bangles. No questions, no complaints. Just a faint hope in the eyes. Maybe now our name too will be linked with someone's name. The wedding date had been fixed. The whole village was shocked. When twin brothers are married to twin sisters, how will we know who belongs to whom? But Aunt

6:09 Rashida would just smile and say that the heart recognizes, not the face. The day of marriage arrived. The entire village had never seen such a scene before. The two grooms with turbans, the two brides with veils and the one sitting in front of Maulvi Sahib, all looked alike. When the marriage took place, Rafiyan and Farfan said 'Kabul Hai' together and at that moment nobody could understand whose voice it was. The marriage was completed. Relationships were established. But that identity was still incomplete. There was deep silence at night. Ruffian entered his room. The heart was beating. I saw my wife sitting in front of me, covered in veil. Then he stopped for a moment. Is it mine or did

6:56 I come to the wrong room? On the other hand, when Farfan also removed the scarf, he saw his face. I recognized something but couldn't believe it. And there Nashira and Nashwa were also thinking the same thing. Is this my husband or his brother? It was a night that should have been memorable. It remained a question. Is the person I am with mine? The night passed but the turmoil in the hearts did not stop. Four souls were scattered in four rooms. The marriage had already taken place. Relationships had been established. But that identity was still lost. In front of Rafiyan sat the woman whose veil he had lifted with his own hands. But after looking at the face, his heart was repeating the same question again and again. is this my wife?

7:43 Or I am accidentally sitting with my sister-in-law. He would look at her face and then look away. When he extended his hand the ruffian stepped back with a jerk. As if he was afraid of touching some delicate truth. On the other hand, Farfan's condition was also not different. He listened carefully to his wife's voice, tone, and words all night. I kept trying to recognize him by some word or some style. But everything seemed like Nashira and also like Nashwa. Farfan thought in his heart that if she is not my wife and I have become close to her who is my brother's then it is a crime. A wave of shame ran through his heart. He felt as if every wall, every curtain, every wind was

8:30 keeping an eye on him. As if everyone knew the burden of his heart. On the other hand, Nashira was also convincing herself. The marriage has taken place. Now this is my husband. But his eyes, his gait, everything was giving a glimpse of someone else. Is this Farfan ? Nashwa's tears were getting absorbed in the pillow. She was screaming in her heart. If this is the wrong man then what is my fault and if he is mine then why is my heart not satisfied ? Endured everything. But the spark burning in the heart made the wedding night not a dream but a question. Many hours passed. No one held my hand, no one spoke any words, no relationship proved itself. All four walls had become witnesses that love is

9:15 not by looks but by belief. And when there is doubt in the heart, every relationship becomes lifeless. The night was moving towards its end. The situation was the same in every room. The heart was entangled, heavy and a question was in trouble, is the person I am with, mine? But then a silent, weak but true voice emerged within their hearts, whatever happens, this night has to be spent, the marriage is complete only when the wedding night is also complete, Rafiyan slowly bowed his head, closed his eyes and explained to his heart that if she is mine, it must be love, and if not, then it is not my fault, this is a game of fate. Allah will forgive the sins committed by mistake.

10:00 He held my hand gently. There is no complaint on his face. The confession was hidden only in silence. Farfan also said this from his heart, hiding his face in the pillow. If I step back today, I will be burning in the fire of doubt for the rest of my life. Let's accept it for what it is. Maybe this is my destiny. Nashira and Nashwa were also sitting wrapped in the attire of their new life. Hearts had changed a bit now. Nashira told herself that she was married. Now whoever he is, he is my husband. If it is a mistake then it is not mine. Nashwa had tears in his eyes. But this time those tears were not of regret. Rather, he had a strange courage. This relationship is incomplete without the wedding night. Whatever the truth, it is

10:49 now impossible to cancel this night. And then the silence in all four rooms was broken. Someone took a breath, someone moved the scarf, someone extinguished the lamp , someone closed the door. The wedding night was celebrated. But not love. Only a ritual was completed. In which the bodies were united but the souls were still lost somewhere. A few weeks had passed since the wedding. But the same question in our hearts was becoming more intense day by day. Ruffian and Farfan were now setting out on their errands. Village life, meeting people, laughter, hard work, everything was the same. The peace inside our hearts was just lost somewhere. But the inner peace was no longer there. Every morning when Rafiyan and Farfan opened their eyes,

11:36 a strange burden would descend on their hearts. The memories of the night would start floating before my eyes in the form of questions. Did I sleep with my wife or am I accidentally spending time with my sister-in-law every night ? Whenever Rafiyan returned from work he would try to see his wife's face. But every time the identity would become blurred. Whenever Farfan ate food and heard his wife's voice, only one word echoed in his heart. If she is not mine then with whom am I spending my life every night. On the other hand, Nashira and Nashwa were also burning in the same fire. Every night she would say in her heart, is this my husband or my brother-in-law? She could not ask this question to anyone. But his eyes demanded an answer every day, and his skin every night. She could not ask this question to anyone.

12:22 But his eyes sought an answer every day and returned empty-handed every night. The noise of the day was the same. People in the streets were talking less but the silence of the night now seemed like death. All four hearts were burdened as if they were living under the shadow of some crime or a big mistake. Doubt was no longer just a question but had become a punishment of the heart. Time kept passing. It had been several weeks since the wedding. But the confusion in hearts was increasing. Every night the same question would arise, and every morning an attempt would be made to suppress it. Then one evening Ruffian and Farfan stopped by on their way back from the fields. There was embarrassment in the eyes. There was

13:07 restlessness on the faces as if the truth inside was now out of control. Ruffian said in a low voice. Brother, life cannot go on like this anymore. I feel it every night. I am with someone else's wife. Farfan replied with a bow of his head. Yes. And the woman who is nearby, is she my wife or my brother's? Thinking like this now seems like a crime. On the other hand, Nashira and Nashwa were also unable to control themselves. Their hearts were also burning with the same pain. Is the person we sleep with our husband or our brother- in-law? And thus these very questions brought all four of them together at one place one night. All four of them sat in a corner of the hut to speak out their hearts for the first time.

13:54 Rafiyan said, we should sit down and face the truth? Are we really with our wives? Nashira said in a choked voice. We also do not know who our husband is and who our brother-in-law is. That night all four of them confessed the truth that everyone had been hiding in their hearts till now. There was no recognition, no belief, and the biggest reason was this small hut, one room, one roof, no curtain, no wall, no part where it is decided who sleeps in which corner. In the simplicity of old times, there were fewer questions in the internal life of homes. But this simplicity had now become his test. And then he made a decision. If we are making a

14:41 mistake, it is not due to our intentions but due to the circumstances. From today onwards we will not think about who we are with. Whoever supports me with oath, I will accept him. Nashira and Nashwa also nodded silently. Now we will also not ask whether we are with our husband or brother-in-law? But all these were just words. The same question kept raising its head again and again in my heart. The one I sleep with. Is he my husband in the eyes of God or someone else? Is my wife only mine or my brother's too? The same yearning, the same pang started growing in the hearts of all of them. And this was the moment when all four of them realized this together. This is not all right. Finally, after many nights of

15:29 loneliness, silent breaths and the restlessness of four hearts, a decision was taken. Rafiyan and Farfan did not want to continue living in this incomplete confusion. One evening the two brothers were sitting face to face, one silent, the other sad. Then Farfan said softly, brother we should separate. If we stay apart then perhaps this doubt, this fear and this feeling of guilt will reduce a little. Ruffian thought in silence for a while. Then he took a deep breath and said, yes, at least we will have the comfort that the woman you are with is probably our wife. A few days later Farfan cleared a small piece of land. He added a few old wooden beams and built a new hut with his own hands.

16:16 Just four walls, a roof and a thatched door. But for him, that small place was a new beginning. There was a hope that maybe now everything will be fine. Rafiyan stayed behind in the old hut and the two sisters also separated from their respective husbands. Some people of the village said that it was good that the issue would have been resolved now, but it was not resolved. Sitting in his new hut, Farfan would turn from one side to the other at night and wonder if he was really with his wife or if the woman who was still in his brother's house was his. Whenever Rafiyan saw his wife's face, a question arose in his heart - is this the same person I was married to or was the one who went away with Farfan mine?

17:04 Now a wall had come between the two brothers, but the misconception that was in their hearts was still alive. In the new hut, Farfan would sit on the edge of the bed and smile, but his heart knew that this smile was only for the outside; from within he was still confused. The decision to separate was a sigh of relief in the moment. But now that same peace had also become a burden. The ruffian was still living in that old hut. Where every wall was a witness to his doubt and every corner contained those moments in which he kept searching for his identity. But could never achieve it. Farfan was in the new hut. A different place, a new location. But that place also now began to feel like a prison,

17:51 because the identity of the woman he was living with was still blurred. Every night when he lay down with her the same question echoed in his heart. Is this my wife or am I with my own sister-in-law every night. Rafiyan would also ask his heart the same question every morning. Is the woman I live with still there or has she gone to Farfan now? Nashira and Nashwa were also living their lives with the same restlessness and doubt. Time kept passing. More than a year had passed. But the same question was still alive in his heart. Nashira would cry bitterly in loneliness. Am I really with my husband or is it my brother-in-law who stays close to my body every night? Nashawa's

18:37 lips remained silent. But his eyes spoke. Is the man on whose chest I sleep with my head my husband or my sister's? Then one day all four decided to sit together again. This time everyone's faces looked tired. The heart was heavy and the words were trembling from the lips. Rafiyan said, "Yes, we will have to talk again. This doubt has now reached our souls. " Farfan bowed his head and said, are we really with the person who belongs to us? Or are we living our lives with each other's wives ? Wiping her tears, Nashira said, "We also don't know who our husband is and who our brother-in-law is?" Nashwa's voice became shy. I wish we had

19:25 kept some symbol, some sign, some difference on the first night of our wedding. Then maybe we wouldn't have to see this day today. Now the time had passed. More than a year had passed. There was no picture, no identity, no voice remembered, no moment that could call anyone completely mine. All four sat together once again. Maybe some solution will emerge this time. But now that light was no longer there in their hearts. All the doors were closed. Except the one which could only be opened by the truth of the heart or the mercy of God. The evening was approaching. There was a chill in the air. But the cold that had descended in the four hearts had now started touching the bodies. After separating, sitting and talking again and again , trying every option, they were now

20:11 convinced that there was no solution left. There was no identification, no sign, no remembered clothes, no difference in the voice. Now there was no way to know who was whose real partner. Ruffian and Farfan now started going about their work. But only the bodies were moving. Hearts were still standing in the same lost street. The nights had now become even heavier. Because now there was neither an answer to the question nor any way to answer it. Nashira and Nashwa were also spending their days in silence. No complaints, no questions. But there is always the same shadow in the eyes. Are we with our husband or our brother-in-law? Then another month passed. Perhaps one and a half month was that time wrapped in silence

20:57 where every moment kept burning inside. One day Rafiyan returned from the mosque. He looked tired not from his face but from his soul. Looked at Farfan and said softly. Brother, this relationship cannot be maintained anymore. Who knows, we might have been committing a crime in the name of marriage. Farfan 's eyes filled up with tears. And if we die in this condition then how will we face Allah? The ruffian bowed his head. Why don't we end this relationship and get a divorce. At least let the last life be halal. This moment was the scream of his heart. A decision which involved helplessness as well as fear of the afterlife. Nashira and Nashwa were listening to everything in the other room. But she was silent. Because now she too had reached that stage

21:43 where every relationship, every feeling, every moment had become a burden. There are some nights that keep a person awake for the rest of his life. That same night had arrived. All four of them together took the final decision. Ruffian and Farfan read their affidavits. Tears began to shine in the eyes of Nashira and Nashwa. But those tears were not of helplessness. Rather it was an acceptance of the halal decision. All four openly announced their divorce to each other. No fight, no accusation. There was just a cold silence in which there was a slight light of peace. Some days passed. The villagers talked about various things. But now there was a strange sense of peace in our hearts. If we were living in a haram relationship then now we have become pure in the eyes of Allah. Everyone

22:31 dispersed. But the burden on the soul was now slowly beginning to ease. A year passed. Maybe a year and a half. Then one day Allah's invisible help descended. Rafiyan got married to a simple and noble village girl. Allah also blessed Farfan with a good wife. Nashira and Nashwa were also married into such families where neither the faces matched nor there was any confusion about the identity. They had decided one thing amongst themselves. If we ever meet again in life, we will never wear similar clothes and will definitely keep different symbols in our hands and will try not to come face to face without necessity. Time passed. Settled at home. The laughter of children, the aroma of roti and the

23:18 sound of rosary brought life back to every home. And then all four of them breathed a sigh of relief for the first time. Because now he knew. We saw a great test and Allah gave us mercy in return. His past was a burden and his future life was a reward. It was such a journey. A search for an identity where the mistakes in relationships, the simplicity of society and the fear of Allah come together to create a story that every heart should read and every eye should stop and feel.