samy's pov
after james had left , i started thinking of how my life will be since he was always there for me anytime i needed anything..my mind was brought back because of my aunt's screaming calling me to come meet her in the sitting area..i wandered what she wanted so not to disobey her ,i rushed to her.
"oh.. there you are my love..'
wait,,what did she just calm me? i think i have started to hear things,,
samy ,you dont know how happy i am today for you gues waht my love? she started hugging me..
what is happening auntie?
'okay then, there is a guy who has asked for your hand ....he is so rich and he offered a good sum of money to me as your bride price so i accepted now he is coming tonight for your engagement,,what do u think??"
what?......auntie ,am no where close to wantig to get married to anyone at this age..Allah knows what is in my mind now,,i will not get married to him..am sorry auntie..with that i rushed to my room and looked the door wishing to just die at that time.
i cried and cried till no more tears coild fall out and i just slept with tears in my eyes.. i was woken up with noises on the from my aunt teling me that the guy was hear and that he wanted to talk to me.... i went and opened the door wishing for the best but the person i saw made me hate my aunt forever..i mean how could she do this to me..
the so called guy she was talking about was an old man in his 30's..how did she expect me to marry him...
"There you are my love, i was woried that something had happen to you...here is your future husband and he wants to talk to you.. please behave" and then she left me with the "guy" who had a smirk on his wrinkled face...God how i want to remove it
"why are you smirking,you do know that i dont accept this mariage right?' i said this with a smile on my face cs i know that i hit his ego..
"well ..well..well my dear samy, i should say you are your mother's daughter..always the feisty ones huh..but for your information bae,,i dont need your permission to marry you..am here to take you with me my future wife..the nikah and walima will take place in my house but for today it will be the nikah..so prepare your self to live with me.."
by hearing this i lost my control and started shouting with all my energy and told him to get out of my room...
'not before i do this...' before i think of what he means, he grabs me by my waist so tightly that i cant move and he smaches his angry lips on me till he is out of breathe and i get a chance to hit him where the sun doesnt shine..he let goes of me screaming my name and telling me to be ready ..before he leaves he tells me his name is yassir....
so he is a muslim, but no way in hell will i gat married to him..
this leaves me with only one option which is to run away
