MARRIED TO AN EXTREMIST

|Looking in|

Ghazim's point of view.

I scroll down my feed, stealing glances from my 'brother-in-law' - I think his name is fahad, I'm not sure- is sitting down, watching.

"Can you believe this?" Fahad leans out of the couch, his arms on his knees.

"What is it?" I ask finally putting down my phone. "This racist American Republican can't even control himself on live TV."

"Yeah, that's how they are. Racist." Fahad scoffs, shaking his head. I need some space away from this guy.

I stand up. "Excuse me. I'm going to go out for some air." He looks at me. "Okay." He turns to the TV, concentrating.

I shut the door, walking to the gazebo. I sit under it, looking at the lawn. Its beautiful and big.

The cars itself is a form of decoration, I wish they would let me drive it.

This is ya Afeeya's house? Its kind of unbelievable.

I scoff, rubbing my eyes. It is actually believable since that man is screwing your sister.

A thought popped into my head, angering me. I groan, hating myself for thinking that unconsciously.

That Hassana woman is kind of fishy. I get this vibes from her but I would never know since she's a woman. Complicated beings.

I take my earphones out of my pocket and stuck it into my phone. I prefer earphones than air pods. I lost three sets already.

I slide it into my ears, playing a song. I lean back, thinking of my future.

After listening to multiple songs, I remove my earphones. I should go in and maybe find something to do.

I stand up and entered the house. Fahad is no longer there. I internally jubilate as I hear ya Afeeya's ringing tone.

Don't mind if I do. I'll hide her phone as usual.

I walk towards where i am hearing it. I hesitantly pass the dining hall and continue to walk so I decided to glance to my right when I see fahad with a towel, groping ya afeeya.

I step back in a hurry to a blind spot, dumbfounded. "Do you love me?"

" We might have our differences but I love you." I hear Fahad's voice. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." It falls silent before I hear smooching sounds continuously. I rush out of the place silently. I arrive at the living room, pacing.

What have I heard? What have I almost witnessed? Disgusting, how..... Fahad. I exit the building, just to be sure.

*******

"You aren't free? I thought we made plans?"

"I know but something came up last minute. Later then, okay?"

"Sure, whatever. Bye." I hang up, looking at the building. I don't want to scar myself. I walk to the gazebo when I see ya Afeeya calling me on the phone.

"Yeah?"

"Come inside and eat, you must be hungry. Hurry."

She hangs up but for once, I'm reluctant to to eat. I sigh, dragging my feet into the house.

The first person I see is fahad, standing. "I'll get back to you." He hangs up, turning to look at me.

He must be looking at me like a joke.

"Ghazim, afeeya got worried when she didn't see you."

"I thought he was kidnapped." Ya afeeya adds before walking in looking at the both of us.

"Lunch is ready, shall we?" Fahad nods, I did too.

We sit on the dining table and I'm the one opposite the head of the table, where fahad is sitting.

"Is the result out yet?" Ya Afeeya asks causing fahad to look at me. "Yes, I got 250." Her eyes widens as she stands up from her chair.

"You better stay because I'm hugging you." She pulls me in for an embrace.

"Congratulations."Fahad comments. "You need a gift, I'm buying you one. You can pick anything except a car." Ya Afeeya sits back on her chair.

I chuckle. "I'm just trying to make things clear."

"There no need."

"A gift is a necessity, I'll find something for you." Afeeya claps excitedly.

Fahad looks at her smiling, amused. Weirdo.

********

I turn off the TV, bored out of my mind. Fahad has gone out so I can be free but boredom. Zaheer is going to hear from me, the moment I need him the most, he bails.

"Why did you turn off the TV?" Ya afeeya hands me a glass of what looks like a cocktail.

"I'm bored, how do you survive?" She sighs. "I have my phone, unlimited WiFi and a lot of followers. Besides, I am not the type that goes out much." She takes a sip when the door bell rings.

"You're going to have to get that." I stand up, keeping my glass cup on the centre table. "You're going to start paying for my services."

She scoffs. "As if." I open the door, seeing the gateman with a PS5 box and two other mini bags. "Mr Fayadth dropped this off, he said I should give it to Ghazim and the rest to madam."

I smile widely, taking it from him. "Okay, thanks." He walks away as I step in, closing the door. I look at ya Afeeya. "Come over here, let's unbox it!"

Hassana's point of view.

I sit, letting out a sigh of relief. I can be comfortable. I spread my legs apart when anya sham kicks it, walking in.

"Ow!" I exclaim, rubbing the area. "You're a woman, close those legs." I groan. "I want to do this before I go back to that house. You know?"

She rolls her eyes, sitting beside me. "I do, how can I forget something that important?" She continues admiring her hand.

"Fayadth loves afeeya, its like my presence is useless." I pout, slumping my shoulders. "Make it matter and you expect it to be perfect when your hands are clean?"

She laughs. "Even I had to get my hard dirty before marrying his father."

"I know but....still. I prefer fair and square and I know you're helping me for your own benefits."

I point out to her, gaining a look from head to toe. "Who told you so?"

"I know, I'm not stupid. You have seven daughters only so if your husband is to die, you wouldn't get as much as Anya's children."

She shrugs. "So?" She tries to act innocent, I scoff. "So, you want me to marry the first male child of his, that will be taking over the company and you expect a share in whatever I'll get after marrying him."

She smiles widely. "You're sharp so the problem now is afeeya, right?"

"Yes, I can't seem to get her out of the way." She takes in a deep breath. "I could call him."

"Who's him?" I immediately understand what she meant. "No, I want him to love me sincerely. I don't want any artificial or temporary love."

Anya sham scoffs. "Just say you don't want his help but its working perfectly for me."

"Okay."

I prefer he loves me sincerely than a love that may disappear at anytime.

*Vote

*Follow

*Comment