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Dreams never come true

Being born in a middle class family is where you don't get respect to yourself from your parents as much as they give it to your cousins and your younger siblings. And this was the case of mine; my parents never supported me, the oldest child of the family, in whatever choices I had made, throughout my life time till now. Being twenty five, yet I am not able to stay in a separate home for myself because according to my parents, being with the family can 'lessen' the burden of rents and shit and I had to –unwittingly – stay with my parents until I get married to someone.

And the day was next week, on the Friday, I was marrying a man who was not the one from my dreams, nor the one I even loved, it was an arranged marriage. But I loved another guy, told my parents about it, they told me that they had already said my soon to be in laws that I was ready to marry their son, and if I back off when the marriage date got fixed, it will bring me a bad fate of people taunting me and more things like that. I sighed as I took a sip of my coffee in a cafe at outskirts of the city with my boyfriend, Alan, with whom I'm supposed to break up right now. "What should we do Alan?" I asked him, "Zara, do you trust me?" he asked me, he asked with his eyes full of hopes. Hopes upon me, hoping for me to trust him, love him, be with him, have faith in him, show commitment to him, and him only.

"More than anyone" I said, I closed my eyes for a brief moment, in order to capture his handsome face in my eyes, his reddish brown eyes with blonde hair neatly set on his scalp and few strands falling from the sides of his temples, a contrast to each other. And his skin brighter than mine, as if someone coated him with milk. His jaw sharp and the earrings dangling from his ear reflecting light on it, making it look sharper. He has this long, pointed, Greek nose, I swear I love it. Hell, I love him, his every part, every trait, and every habit. Call me obsessed, I don't care, because I am obsessed with him, with his everything. You don't get it, but I am.

"So baby, pull me closer to your heart and let me stay there. You'll do whatever I say when it's time for us to unite" he said after I open my eyes. I nod my head and then we both stand up, getting back to our – his – vehicles. We exchange a kiss and I let out a sob between it, unable to bear the pain that I will be with another guy, by his side, kissing his lips, a week later when it should have been Alan.

Give me my Alan; I don't care about the world.

I wished to whoever was granting my wish. I am a person who has – had – a strong belief in god, but since my parents have decided to sacrifice my life by giving me to an unknown man I don't think that god will ever fulfill my wish. So whoever is listening to my wishes, God or Satan, I don't know, but please give me my Alan, I want him and no one else.

He drives me to the bus stop from where I catch a bus and go back to my house. Not home obviously, I dislike calling a place as my home where people don't care about me but they only care about their happiness.

A week later

My dad walks me down the aisle and gives my hand to my groom, "take care of her or I will take care of you" he threatens him; he grins as he takes my hand in his. He looks handsome in a black tuxedo, it suits him. "You look beautiful, Zara" he compliments me. I smile at him and stand in front of him and the priest starts the ceremony.

"Do you, Zara Albert, take Alan Harbor solely as you husband" the priest asks, "I do" I reply, "Do you, Alan Harbor, take Zara Albert solely as you wife" the priest asks him "I do" he replies, and the moment I have been waiting for my entire life has arrived, "I pronounce you as husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride" And that's what it took Alan to smash his lips on mine, we kiss in front of everyone and the applaud of people and their cheers would be heard, but we ignore it all, being too busy devouring each other's lips. I have never been so happy in my entire life.

I thought that today I will be marrying someone else, but the odds took my side, and I don't know what the fuck Alan said to my parents that they cancelled my wedding with Tom – my supposed bride, according to many people here – and instead they arranged me with Alan. Feels good doesn't it? To marry the one you loved since so long. His lips are delicate and take over mine so perfectly as always, leaving me craving for him more and more. If this isn't what you call as love, then I would definitely say that you are the blindest person I've ever seen.

We pull back and our forehead meet "I love you, wife" he says, making place for more millions of butterflies while already giving me enough butterflies that I can dance in the sky. The word wife goes straight to the parts of my body which I hadn't thought would give such a reactions when someone would call me as 'wife'. It's a common word, yet it means as is he's promising me the world and the love he has for me. "I love you too, husband" I say and we walk down to towards the guests. They congratulate us for the new beginning of our lives. I grab his arm and pull him towards the bar as I see our friends sitting there, waving at us.

"Yo! Dude, that's not fair, we didn't even get a chance for your bachelors' you should never do that with a friend you know" Tom says to my husband and I laugh "sorry dude, I was figuring out how to control yourself in front of people when you see your beautiful bride walking down in the aisle in a white gown to marry you" Alan pouts, "I'm allergic to cheese, Alan, I hope you remember it" I say and he breaks into a grin. "I know, love. Now will you eat? You'll be needing too much stamina for tonight" he smirks and I choke on my champagne as soon as the words leave his mouth. "Bro what? Let us drink peacefully even if you don't want your wife to have peace while sipping her drink" Julie says. He winks at me leaves the table as his father arrives at the table to have a talk with him after blessing us.