ZARA

chapter 3

What ??
This has to be a joke. Me? Marriage? That's Impossible. " What are you talking about mom"  looked at my mom " I said you are getting married to hamza" she just looked at her fingers and the look on her face screamed guilt. I looked at dad and he just kept on eat casually. Same as zayn.

"Dad?" He looked up at me and gave me the ' that's it, period' look. How could they do this to me? " Zayn ?" He also gave me a stern look trying to cover up the guilt but I could see it.

" Zara sit down let's talk about it please." I shook my head and looked at Hamza. He was not even looking at me. He was looking down the whole time. I ran upstairs to my room while the called out for me but I didn't answer them.

I sat on the my bed trying hard not to cry but my tears betrayed me by rolling down my checks. I don't cry easily but this just so painful. I don't wanna get married. I want to study further, be independent. I want to be someone in this life that people all around this world will know my name. I want to break new grounds.

How will I do that when I'm married. I refuse to get married. I'm just too young. Tomorrow is my graduation and they told me this before my graduation. How could they why do they want me to get married. I sobbed hard on the bed with my knees folded and my arms around them.

I heard a knock on my door " hey Zara it's mom please let me in and explain to you please" I ignored her and cleaned my tears. " Zara please for God's sake please" I walked to the door and opened it ever so slowly.

" Zara I can explain. Trust me I didn't want this. It was your dad. I begged him but he convinced me that this is the only choice." I don't understand why this is the only choice. " Mom I don't understand. Why is this the only choice. Mom I don't want to get married now you know that and dad also knows that I want to study"

She nodded her head " I know but for you to be safe we want you to get married. We are only protecting you. And who said you can't school while you are married. You sure can. But please don't refuse this. I don't want your father to force you into this please just accept "

Protect me ?

Who do they want to protect me from?

" Mom I don't understand who do you want to protect me from" she didn't say anything she just shook her head

" Don't worry about that just know that you are being protected. Please can you consider it please"

I can't

I surely can't get married.

I walked downstairs towards the living room and saw dad, Zayn and Hamza chatting, Hamza seems to be in distress while dad was comforting him and Zayn just stood there looking down.

They spotted me looking at them and I walked closer to them. " Dad we need to talk" he sat up. " About what"

Is he seriously asking me this.

I looked at Zayn and then Hamza. He was now looking at me. I looked into his eyes and he he looked into mine. I found myself lost in them.

His beautiful grey eyes under those thick eye lashes. I studied his face properly and I noticed he has one of the most beautiful face I've ever seen.

I cleared my throat and looked down and back to my father.

My father raised an eyebrow as if he saw that I looked at Hamza. I cleared my throat and sat on a seat nest to him.

"Why daddy ? Why now ?"

I looked over at my brother who couldn't look in my eyes and Hamza who looked awkward and excused himself.

"Zara I told you it's for your own good and you have no choice. I am not taking no for an answer." Tears threatened to fall from my eyes as I looked at my dad.

He looked so un bothered as if he is not just giving out his only daughter that's 18 years old.

I couldn't hold my tears and I was boiling with anger. " Dad  you can't do this to me !!" I yelled   they can't.

Dad walked away looking at his phone. He looked so wicked and cold hearted. I wish I could say I have him but he is my daddy. He has given me everything I asked for even if he didnt give me his attention and time. I still love him very much.

I turned to Zayn and I chuckled. A tear drop fell form my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. " Zayn, won't you even look at me?" He looked at his fingers and played with them.

That has always been his habit since I remember knowing him. When he feels guilty or sad or nervous, instead of talking or telling anyone he prefers playing with his fingers. like mom

" Why can't you just tell me why you want me to get married hmm? Mom said it was for my protection can you explain to me. I don't understand."

He didn't say anything he just continued looking at him fingers.

" You, of all people know what I want. You know I don't want to get married until I achieve my goal. At least until I graduate from university. I don't want an arranged marriage I want to marry who I love and know well."

I finally looked up from his fingers and looked into my eyes and I see guilt filled In them. " Zara you can still go to school I know Hamza will allow you. That one of the reasons I choose hi.." he wanted to say something but he stopped. I knew he wouldn't answer me so I didn't bother myself to ask him. And I just nodded my head.

" Thank you very much. It seems there is really no choice but for me to marry him. I'll go get ready for my graduation tomorrow. " I said with shaky voice and ran out. He called after me but I didn't answer. My tears started rolling down my cheeks like a stream that I fear will never dry.

I couldn't control my tears. I was wiping it vigorously when I bumped into a hard wall.  There was no walk here before now. I thought to myself as I open my eyes. I looked into Hamza's and I froze.

His hands my arms to make me stand. I looked at his hand on my arm and he immediately retract his hand whispering " I'm sorry ". I walked away form him and his voice made me stop.

" I'm sorry but you have no choice but to marry me and I also have no choice but to marry you. I wish I do. "