AREEZAH✔️

° His Room °

Areezah's point of view.

So much is happening that I can't even measure how much happiness that's surging
through me. I keep pinching myself every now and then to confirm if I'm being fooled by reality or not. I knew Jameel was in to me, he had confessed that he liked me but I didnt know he'd come clean that too infront of everyone!

Plus the way he had arranged everything was just so perfect, how the words had rolled off his tomgue perfectly and how well he has managed to get into my heart.

Honestly, I'm not the right person to impress, I could careless about a guy while I was growing up. Guys in general never really interested me, has Jameel charmed me or something?

Because I don't really get it, Buhari has tried in his entire life to win my heart. He's done so much , most of his efforts wasted due to my hostility. It isn't even that Buhari is not handsome or well mannered, he could woo the most prettiest girl in the world in less than 30 minutes but it could never be me.

I didn't dislike him at first but then he became annoyingly bothersome. He was doing too much to get my attention which was a red flag for me.

Then Jameel came into my life.

It happened all too fast and I can't believe he's already my husband or boyfriend? Leave it to Jameel to be weird! He had asked me to be his girlfriend when we've already gotten hitched.

Wai baby steps. But I kinda like that Idea, wouldn't one want to be extraordinary? Like the story of Areezah, in which her husband proposed to her after the wedding.
Cliché I know.

Even tho I haven't admitted it to myself that I like Jameel but my actions might have prooved otherwise, either way I'm willing to give my all to the relationship I have ventured myself in.

But the gnawing feeling deep inside me keeps bugging me. Jameel promised to make my life a living hell Is he playing  jokes with me?

And do I want to give my all to the guy I'm not supposed to trust at all? Clearly I'd be stupid to trust him. But there's this part of my heart that keeps objecting to the warnings of my mind. I'm in a dillema.

The party has long been drained of people, everyone had left about an hour ago immediately it ended. It was just us that's left in the place. Us being Jameel, Me, Hannan, Kabir, Iklimah, Ilkimah, Fawwaz, Fauzan, Farhan, Minal and Christy.

Ten of us sat at thesame table of the venue still munching on the fried rice, Jollof rice which was well garnished alongside its sallad and peppered chicken.

"Look I have a suggestion," Farhan starts dabbing his mouth with a handkerchief.

"Since we friends decided to stay and have a mini party again just after the party that ended," Farhan was against the idea of us staying back. We all wanted a nice time personally which Jameel suggested after the main party. "Maybe we should play a game." He finishes. His wife looks at him for quite some time before busting into fits of laughter.

"You could choke on that chicken," Fauzan says Jokingly and we laughed. "Duh I'm done eating." Minal says sticking a tongue out at him.

"That's a good Idea. I'm sure everyone will love it." Jameel puts his hand over my thighs. Our physical contact is becoming less awkward and I'm not in anyway against it.

"Just admit you want to show Areezah how good you are at games," Minal snaps at Jameel. I look over at Jameel's expression and he has a scowl on his face.

"Just admit your embarrassed about how bad your hubby is at the game." Jameel counters and I'm left shocked. Do they not have a good relationship?

"Why don't you play one with me in place of my hubby?" Minal bats her eyelashes and I begin to panick. I don't know what to think if they have always been fighting.