Mistress Asthana

CHAPTER SEVEN: MR THIRD PARTY

Chapter seven (Mr Third Party)

Fannah

"Young Magira, hurry up and get ready, the Queen sent a driver to take us to the mall. Let's not keep him waiting" Hindu urged.

Dramatic Hindu, she changed my name to young Magira since the day my marriage to Ahmad was decided.

"I've told you to stop calling me Magira haven't I? My name is Fannah okay" I reminded though I knew she hadn't forgotten yet.

"It's just a matter of time dearest friend, very soon you'll be regarded as Young Magira and the name Fannah will be forgotten" she said matter of factly. It was no point arguing with her because I knew I wouldn't win. I really didn't like the fact that my name would be forgotten one day.

It's been two weeks after the marriage was confirmed. The king and queen wanted us to get married immediately but my mother didn't want that. She wanted to spend time with me before I finally left her so the wedding was fixed for three months from now.

The Queen always sent a driver to take me wherever I was going and she also stopped me from Hawking groundnuts. She complained about the clothes I wore, she said the clothes aren't capable of protecting me from the cold weather since they aren't of good quality, so she sent a driver to take me to a shopping mall so I could get new clothes. It was funny how she didn't notice that every poor person's clothes won't protect them from the cold weather.

I didn't see or hear about Ahmad after their last visit. I can't forget how he stared daggers at me when I agreed to the marriage. I was amused by the fact that he thought he could buy me off with money andnd his threats really got to me. I almost gave in to his demand but I managed to put up a strong front.

I took my hijab and headed outside. I met Hindu at the living room and we both walked outside. We spotted the car outside and walked towards it. The driver sighted us from afar and got down to open the door. I wasn't used to all the drama and I found it embarrassing. I didn't like the idea of a man, clearly older than my father opening a door for me.

The driver parked in front of a very huge mall with the name Santalma boldly written in capital letters. It was one of their numerous malls in Toure.

We got down and went into the mall, I started receiving stares and glares from all angles. In some eyes I could see admiration and adoration while in few I saw resentment and dislike. To be honest I couldn't help but wonder why on earth they'd dislike me. Perhaps, they thought I was just a social climber who worked my way through this marriage.

"Welcome, the Queen told us you'll be here. Let me show you what we have" an attendant welcomed us with a huge smile.I smiled back and nodded in response.

She led us to the Boutique in the mall. The boutique beared the name SAMHA. The place was very cool and well decorated. Everything in there screamed money, money and more money. Nothing like I had ever seen.

The attendant began showing us different clothes. They had all kinds of clothes you could think of. Gowns, skirts, blouses, trousers, pallazos, abayas etc. Just name it.

"Why don't you try this on? I think it'll look beautiful on you" Hindu said holding up a very stunning wine red dress.

The dress was very beautiful I admit. but to be honest, I was tired of trying on new clothes. Hindu believed that every dress in that store would look beautiful by me and I should try it on.

"Please not again, to be honest I'm tired of trying on dresses. Please let's just go back home" I pleaded. She had already made me try on a ton of dresses and we already deleted a load of dresses to take back home. I was literally exhausted.