23 year old, Fatima's life was well planned out when she finished her college studies in Stanford University. Coming back home in London, she'd planned to take a gap year and have time to figure out what she really wanted to do with her life. Everyt...
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Fatima stirred up in her sleep, finally opening her eyes, she brought her hands up and rubbed her eyes. With a blurry vision, she let her eyes open and adjust to her surroundings. She finally lazily sat up straight, stretching her arms out, letting her body muscles flex and straighten. She felt numb all of a sudden, not because she'd done some physical hard work, because she was exhausted emotionally and mentally and that led to physical exhaustion. She had a lot in mind, first being her arranged marriage and how her life would change in just a short period of time. Second being that she was marrying her worst nightmare, Zayn. She hated him with everything she was. She just couldn't stand the sight of him and his big ego.
She sighed and reached for her phone from the nightstand then checked the time. It was almost eleven AM. She gasped, she had never slept that much in her entire life before. Slowly she got off the bed and made it then she opened the curtains and window letting some fresh air invade the room. She made her way to the bathroom and brushed her teeth then she got in the shower.
After some minutes she got out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body. Her hair was all wet and hung behind her neck dripping with little droplets of water. She lotioned and dried her hair.
Just then a knock cake through.
"Fatima, honey, it's mama." Adeline said on the other side of the door.
"Come in." Fatima called out.
"It's locked."
Flip!!!
She had forgotten that she locked herself in when she walked out on her father and Michael the previous night. She went to the door and opened it and her jaw dropped when she saw her mother carrying a wedding gown with her. Behind her was Lisa and Chloe with big smiles plastered on their faces.
"Good morning, sweetie!" Adeline invited herself in followed by Lisa and Chloe.
"What's going on? What's that?" She asked confused before turning to Lisa and Chloe. "And what are you two doing here so early?"
"Early? Honey, please, it's not even close to early." Chloe replied fumbling inside Fatima's toiletry bag.
"What are you doing, Chlo?"
"Looking for your makeup. Honey, you have to get ready, you got two hours to prepare for your wedding." Chloe told her.
"Two hours? What the fuck are you talking about? I thought the wedding would take place in the magistrate's court. What's this fuss about?"
"Sweetheart! Of course the wedding will be in court but close relatives of both families will be there and of course the press. Considering the fact that Zayn and his family are well known billionaires of some sort. So you have to look your best. Own the fucking room when you walk inside there." Lisa grinned.
"I don't give a fuck..."
"Language, girls." Her mother warned.
"Sit down and let us pamper you." Chloe dragged her and made her sit down.
