YOU'RE NOT MY CHOICE

^Chapter Two^ Nabil

"Look Yemi, you are a lawyer, draft something up for me." Nabil pleaded into the phone. After realizing there's was nothing else he could do to convince his parents that he had no intention of marry someone else.
So he decided to draft up a contract, knowing ihsan had no intention of getting married now or at least he hoped so.  He planned to make a contract between them, get married to her for a year and after that...divorce her. She could get married to whoever she wants to and before he would be able to convince his parents about Muslimat.

"Are you nuts? Are you seriously considering this Nabil?"

Nabil balanced a box of pizza in her lap, as good as it smelled, her stomach didn't find it appetizing. "What other choice do I have, my parents won't allow me to marry Muslimat."

Eight o'clock swiftly approached and still he couldn't shake the lingering effect of his talk with mom. No matter what she says marrying ihsan would be nothing short of complicated. Frustrations gnawed at his insides.

"I'm telling you Nabil, this is trouble and I don't want you getting mixed up in this." Yemi worried voice sounded from the other side.

Rising, he stretched. "Yes well you don't get a say."

"Don't be like that, you know I want the best for you."

Folding his arms, He looked to the ceiling. "How bad could a year be?"

"You'd be surprised." Yemi said, sounding like he was stuffing food into his mouth.

"Draft up a contract before tomorrow, you're my lawyer and I'm paying you for a reason." And then he hung up.

If he was honest himself, Yemi reasoning held merit, mentally running himself in circles wouldn't change anything. If marrying ihsan proved to be this much work before they even committed, what would living with her be like? Making his way to the sitting room,  he took in the sight of his sister Husna scrolling through Netflix which she connected to the tv. With a box of Chinese take outs.

He made a grab for the lo mien.

"Hey I'm not done with that." She pouts, stood and ready for battle.

"Yes you are." And then he started stuffing them into his mouth. She looked like she was about to cry. Husna is six years younger than him, they had a good bond, though she's annoying and very loud. "And go to bed." He waved her off.

"It's early YaYa Nabil!"

"Yeah well, I have to go to bed now, I have a meeting tomorrow morning and I have to pick up ihsan from airport." The last sentence immediately piqued her interest.

"Oh..." She drawled out. "My sister in law!" She wiggled her brows.

"Shut it." Could the expression she noticed from his face but she didn't utter a word. "Get lost!" She stood up and made her way out leaving him in his thoughts. He was meeting her the next day, he prayed it goes as expected.

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"Why Am i here again?" Yemi asked looking not in the least happy, he hated crowd which Nabil found shocking since the latter spent most of his time in the club.

"One..because you happened to bring over the contract and two.." He sighed, rubbing his face. "I needed moral support."

"You're just too stubborn, I mean honestly, just marry her for the sake of Allah and I assure you, it will turn out great." He tried to reassured Nabil but it wasn't working.

"And now I'm marrying her for the sake of  shaytan abi? She's just eighteen for gods sake!"

"So? Guy, it's better to get married to her, teach her what you love, turn her into any position you want, and I mean that literally." He winked, with a goofy smile in his face.

"You're a pervert!"

We were in the airport waiting to pick up ihsan, He can't remember her face for the life of him, hence why he was holding a name card. People starting exiting through the doors but nobody approached me introducing themselves as ihsan. Impatience shimmered Beneath his calm. He wanted this done, he wanted an agreement and he wanted it today. Moreover he wanted to see her again. To see if she proved as beautiful as my mom said. He was lost in thoughts when Yemi tapped him frantically.

"Dude..I'm in love!" Yemi whispered yell pointing towards someone.

"What are you talking about?" Nabil groaned out. Looking at the girl. Sleep under but a crowd of overly enthusiastic people, she commanded his attention. A gem among stones. As tough as she tried to appear, innocence blanketed her like the coat she was wearing. Hah...this girl obviously didn't know the heat rate in Nigeria. She was dressed in skinny white jeans, a to the neck white top and a beige colored coat, her head was wrapped up in a turban, she was carrying a simple bag and a single suitcase. She looked young like 23 or so. Nabil has to admit she piqued his interest but that was not why he was here so he moved his gaze away from her.

She started making her way over to them, a smile on her face, momentarily Nabil was confused but then it hit him hard, before he could react she engulfed him in a hug and a voice that sounded like angels singing lullabies.

"Uncle Nabil!"Two words, yet his pants tightens as desire so strong hit him instantly.

What the fuck is this girl already doing to him?

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So that's the second chapter...we're talking this slow. Please guys I know I'm a terrible writer...not updating in time and giving short chapters but you can't use that again me 🥺
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