AMIYRAH'S POV;
A gentle knock on my door was heard. I guessed it was daddy, once again coming up to me for justification. He kept knocking several times as I ignored and continued with my face dug into the pillow sobbing.
This time it was banged, demanding for it to be opened. I dragged myself out of the bed and tucked my twirling fringes behind my ears as I unlocked the door, waiting for him to enter.
To my surprise, it was mom. She walked in, placing herself besides me as she caresses my hair. "Don't be sad Amy." As she places a soft kiss on my hair
"Amy? You mom are calling me Amy? I thought it was so unislamic?" I raise my head up in astonishment.
"Yes, if calling you Amy for a while will make you happy, then so be it" smiling at me sweetly.
"But mom, why isn't dad listening to me?"
"Amy dear, i myself cannot change his mind. He is glued on to his decision."
"What if I try speaking to him? Maybe he will forgive me for the last time?"
"Not possible, he has already gotten the documents of property signed by Ayaan and there's no looking back."
"What!!!!!!" I exclaimed. I could not believe my ears. Did I hear mom right? Or was it rather my imagination?
"Sorry Amy, but you've to give in...I pray that Allah will give you happiness in your marriage and that you will one day come to an agreement and live happily."
"Disgusting!!! You too mom?" Every part of my body felt like a paralyzed being. It wanted to do so much, yet it could do nothing.
Hot flashing tears rolled off my eyes as I dig my hand deeper holding the sheets tightly. Veins on my hands and forehead were visible due to anger.
"They will come in the cause of a week to ask for your hand in marriage. Be prepared and behave please." She presses my hand in concern as she taps on my head placing a kiss and leaving the room.
"Uuuuugh." I groan in anger, throwing the pillows as hard as I could on the floor. Pulling the duvet cover and rolling it up in anger slamming it on the door.
"Fuck you all! Fuck this life!!" Speaking to myself with exasperation. I felt like breaking everything that could be in my possession, yet there was nothing I could do.
If I stay any longer in this house, I swear I'll end up doing something regretful. I walk out of my room getting down the stairs, making my way towards the exit.
It was a cold evening, cool breeze piercing my skin as I walked against the wind, letting it hit my face and body harder, swaying my hair on the sideways.
Tears dried up way before they rolled off my cheeks, making my eyes feel prickly and dry. Kicking the air frustrated. The entire day went on sad.
I finally got home and laid my body dead on the bed, head throbbing with an ache. I close my eyes and let the darkness of the night sweep away my feelings for a while.
Early next morning, I walk towards Ayaan's place. Maybe I could have one more chance at this, as I was not going to lose hope. He might get convinced and turn down daddy from marrying me.
My hands shake in nervousness as I knock on his door. Thanks to the lord it was none other than Ayaan who opened the door. I let a slight sigh of relief as he looks at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Urm well...I'm here to have a word with you. If you're free..." He cuts me off as he raises his hand in the air asking me to walk in.
"Have a sit please. What would you like to drink?." How calm can this guy be, despite knowing what I must be going through.
"Nothing thanks. Can I please have a word with you.?"
"Yes sure."
I scratch my thighs in nervousness, thinking on how to put out my words on point.
Without wasting time, I pour out my heart and all that it feels.
"Well, if you could kindly speak to daddy and refuse his offer. You'll be doing me a great favour."
"I'm sorry Amyrah, there is nothing I can do to help you."
"What the hell is wrong with you all?!" A scream leaves my mouth
"Will you please calm down, ummi is asleep, if you're aware of the time. It's quite early in the morning."
"Stop showing your fake calmness.!" As i clench my hand into a fist.
"I'm sorry once again, but I cannot turn down on your father." This time his words were firmly put.
"Oh yeah, how will you even say no to him after what he has offered you." Looking right at him with rage. "Gold digger" I whispered.
" I heard that...you will now move out of my house with due respect and await my proposal."
I exit his house with immense sadness and anger as he slams the door shut. I sure must have pissed him off. Well, he deserved it, after all the pain they have afflicted me with.
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