MARRIED TO AN EXTREMIST

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Afeeya's point of view.

I walk into the house, taking off my jilbab. The minute he leaned back after i told him about my viewers, it showed he isn't interested in that topic which means he doesn't like it.

He never took his eyes off me until I told him then he looked away. He's the type of man that wants women to bend to his will. For women to worship them, nah. I'm going tell Ummie this instant.

"How did it go?" Kalthoum steps on front of me, stopping me. "It went well, I'll tell you later." I attempt to walk away but she steps in front of me again.

"Nah, something's up." I sigh, getting irritated. "Its nothing." She senses it, stepping aside. I walk to the parlor, trying to tell mama right away. I enter, seeing her standing while watching. "Ummie, I need to talk to you."

"Has he left?" I nod, eager to tell her. "Yeah, I nee-"

"I wanted him to stay longer, the boy is so well mannered. He actually came to us the minute he came and greeted us with so much respect. Its been a long time since I've seen a boy I liked so much." She turns to me.

"To be honest, I was scared you would never get married." I furrow my brows. "I know but it happens, that's one of the fears parents have."

She sits down, sighing in relief. "Even if you do have a suitor, a person that maltreats you. Another fear but now we're at peace."

She looks up at me. "I'm so happy that my daughter has both of that, I'm at peace. We all are. Me and your aunt were here jubilating. I'm so happy, that's one of the things making my day." She chuckles. "It's baffling, I know but luckily, you'll experience that. Now, what do you want to say?"

I stare at her, unable to utter a word. How can I say anything after she said this? Ruining everything for her. No. I can't, I guess I'll deal with this myself.

I smile. "Nothing, its a new style for a lace I saw on kalthoum's phone but forget about it."

She rolls her eyes. "Why didn't you say anything before she left?"

"She left?"

"Yeah, I need to go rest." She stands up, leaving the parlor. The minute the door closed, I let out a heavy sigh.

I might have to marry him? No. Please no.

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"I just uploaded the tutorial and the new fenty beauty oil! Swipe up to watch. Bye." I end the video, uploading it on my story on all platforms.

I take off my veil, leaning back on the chair, scrolling though my phone when Fayadth calls me. I groan weakly. I keep it, watching it ring out. It stops, I continue watching.

I look at myself in the mirror. Doing this wouldn't make it better. Even if I'm going to try and change him, I better act like I'm submissive one. He would never think I would try and change him.

I bite my lip, taking a deep breath. I'll take about fifteen minutes before I call him back.

I waited for fifteen minutes in that position before i took my phone, dialing his number. Please, he shouldn't call my name.

It starts ringing but nobody answered. I scoff, raising a brow when he calls. He prefers to call, okay.

I answer. "Hey, I saw missed call."

"Hey." His voice was raspy and he sounded really attractive. "Did I wake you up?"

"No, you didn't." He obviously lies.

"Okay, so...?"

"Just wanted to check up on you."

"I'm fine, thank you." I stand up, pacing. "I was thinking about us. Afeeya, be honest with me."

I stop. "Okay."

"Its okay if you don't want to go through with this, if you feel pressurized, don't be. You have time, I don't want you to be forced to do something you aren't interested in."

Is he reading my mind?

"What makes you think that way?" I continue walking. "It happens, I don't want to burden you."

"Well, no. I'm doing this voluntarily. I want to."

"Okay, that's pleasing." He slightly grunts. "What about you?"

"My hands are on deck. All in." I smile. "Whenever you want me to come, I'll come running."