Anarchy ensued as the couple walked down the aisle — the court room's aisle, with their officiant by their side. The muslim marriage had been held in secrecy last night, this morning they had rushed to the court to register it legally. On their fingers the marriage bands glinted with such pride that passerby's stared in awe. The inner turmoil that came as a part of what they were doing, left them incapable of acting with sanity. In silence they signed the documents and with clarity, they hugged their witnesses — her father and his brother. Smiling, hiding their frowns they walked out of the place and slid inside the vintage car he owned.
The ends of her curled hair gained speed and flew in every direction as the convertible whizzed through the curving highway. His hands placed, with seriousness on to the steering wheel, eyes focused on the road ahead. It took every ounce of self control inside of him to ignore the woman beside him, he was still pissed at the circumstances and was forced to think of how he would introduce her to his mother. Hell was bound to break loose and there was not much he could do, especially with them not even in town.
"I'm surprised I manifested marrying you, and making you my trophy husband." Alayna said.
The smile that had bloomed on her face died down, softness inside her eyes froze as she stared at his still taut jaw. She understood why he was pissed, his family was unaware and he had made a decision all on his own, even that he was forced to take. His rough hair that ended below the curves of his red earlobes hid the fury inside his eyes from her but she was no fool — the response or the lack thereof was all the explanation she needed on this matter.
"Emir stop ignoring me!" She whined.
His nose twitched, the back of his hand rubbed against his beard, momentarily he turned to stare at her. Her eyes were like the stars in the morning, so bright but burned out with the blazing sun. She stared at him expectantly, yet, there was not much explanation he could offer. A curious and peculiar creature — those were the words he could use for the woman that he had married. Emir had been pushed out of his comfort zone and that had landed him in this situation.
"What do you want me to say Alayna?"
Turning his gaze back to the road Emir frowned. There was no way they would magically fall in love — that was if they managed to last that long anyways.
"Anything! It's not solely my fault we're in this situation!"
"Who asked you to follow behind me into my office?"
"We—ll you could have answered my question and I wouldn't have had to do this!" She defended.
"On top of that, your clumsiness had people thinking we made out — as if I'd ever do that," he slammed his hand against the wheel, "magically the news made way to your father's share holders and board members — and then I was forced to take 'responsibility' for something that I didn't even do! So tell me how is this partially my fault?"
At noon, the sun was in the centre of the sky and it's merciless rays brandished their skins. Tree leaves fell from their holds in crisp shades of reds and oranges as autumn was at it's peak. From the hollowness of the branches, death before renewal of spirit, Alayna felt her own story. Each moment, each second of her life was full of agony she had not even invited on herself. Decision's, eerie decision's were made and then forced on to her shoulders. Crushing her underneath the weight of her own expectations yet no one understood how she felt, not even for a second.
