That was the one thing going through my mind ever since I had said that one dreaded word.
"Yes"
Ever since I had said that I felt sick to my stomach. Asad told me not to tell anyone so when my friends all asked me why I said yes I told them I had done it because I wanted to go back to Canada.
And that I wanted a easier life, one where I wasn't watched 24/7.
They didn't like my response but I didn't care, after all I was leaving soon. I was in a bad mood and everyone knew that. Everyone except my aunt who was really close to slapping me but never did thankfully.
And on top of that my period started so I had gone mental. My aunt would tell me do something and I would scream no and run out of the house. I was destroyed, destroyed because of those photos and destroyed because I couldn't tell anyone.
I don't think his parent's even knew about this. My phone beside me buzzed and I opened it without checking "Hello?"
"Rayyana, get ready I'm taking you out." I sighed as Asad hung up on me without another word. Him and his "dinners" they sound romantic but there actually just me and him going to a restaurant and me sitting there while he scrolls through his phone.
The thing was that the paparazzi had gotten news of us and Asad told them we were madly in love, so he takes me out to "romantic dinners" every other day so people could see how much we loved each other.
I always was a good liar, why not use my special powers? My phone buzzed again with the girls talking in the group chat. They were asking if they wanted to go to a carnival tomorrow afternoon. I sighed knowing full well I had to ask Asad first because if I didn't I wouldn't be "respecting him".
I looked through my closet for something to wear, Asad's mom had bought me some clothes and I didn't like them that much to be honest. I would much rather shop at Walmart then somewhere fancy for clothes.
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I grumbled as I looked at my comfy sweatpants and grumbled even more when I realized I had to put on makeup. Because my dear husband needs a wife who looks expensive all the time I had to learn how to do makeup. It was a pain learning all the different types of blushes and brushes from the girls.
In the end I chose not to do all the extra fancy stuff and decided to learn how to do the latter which is lipstick, mascara, eyeshadow and that's it. With the amount of dinner's I have been to with Asad I can now proudly say I am still as worse as I was before with my makeup.
Basically, I had never left stage one.
I fluffed my hair and was about to wrap my dupatta on my head but stopped when I realized that If I did I would look like a grandma as Asad likes to put it. The even sadder part is that Asad's mom isn't even saying anything to Asad about how he should let me dress but I guess we will let it slide because a girl now a days has to look like a Victoria secret model 24/7.
