Z.M Arranged Marriage

Chapter 1: The meeting

Anika pov

"Anika, come downstairs please" My mother called from the living room. I made my way out of bed, wearing jeans and a white jumper. I could hear hushed voices as I came down the stairs that stopped when I walked in. 

My mother and father sat on one sofa, and opposite them, sat a couple who looked to be the same age as my parents, and a boy around my age who looked mad.

"Anika, this is Yaser and Trisha Malik, my old friends." My father gestured to the older couple. "And this is their son Zayn".

"Hello, Uncle and Auntie lovely to meet you." I stuck out my hand and Yaser and Trisha shook it. Zayn on the other hand ignored it and instead looked away. 

"Lovely to meet you too dear, your parents have told us so much about you, and don't worry about Uncle or Auntie, call us Trisha and Yaser." Trisha said with a comforting smile.  I smiled back, however stopped when I heard Zayn scoff. I took a seat next to my parents and avoided looking at Zayn.

"Beta, Yaser owns Malik industries, and we thought of joining our companies." My dad started explaining.

"That's brilliant." I said. My dad owned a huge housing company, and by combining it with a tech company could be huge.

"It is. But his only terms for this, was to provide his son a suitable wife, and the only person he approved of was you." My mum finished.

"What?" My smile dropped, and a look of shock took over.

"For Gods sake, we're getting married! What don't you understand?" Zayn suddenly shouted looking angry.

"Zayn, sit down." Yaser glared at him and Zayn huffed and sat down.

"We'll let you and Zayn have a minute to think about this." Trisha said.

"The gardens free if you want to go there." Mum said. Zayn and I stood and I lead him to the garden. I sat on the sofa swing, and he sat on the stone steps. He looked like he was deep in thought so I didn't disturb him.

It was silent before Zayn broke the silence. "Okay, here's what's going to happen. We will get married, but don't expect any love or affection. It's solely for the benefit of the company. Do you understand?" He looked up at me. I glared but nodded in understanding.

He stood up and looked down at me. "Good, now let me make a few things clear. 1, I have a girlfriend. I told my parents I broke up with her, but I didn't, I will continue to see her, and you will not say anything. 2, we will not share a room. We will sleep in separate beds, in separate rooms. 3, we attract a lot of press, so when we're in public you will act like everything is fine. Can you cooperate?" He glared at me. 

I felt a surge of anger as I stood up and walked up to him. "Yes I can. Now can you cooperate to my terms? 1, I am not going to be a house wife, so don't treat me like one, I have a job that I love and I am not quitting. 2, what you do with your girlfriend is none of my business, bu my only rule for her is for her not to step foot into our house. It will be a sacred place and it will not be contaminated by a sin. And 3, understand that respect goes both ways, if you disrespect me, I will disrespect you. Do I make myself clear?" I glared up at him. He was around 5'9 while I was around 5'4 so he towered over me a bit.

He glared down and nodded, "yes you do." He replied.

"Good, now lets go tell are parents we want to get married." We both walked inside and he quickly grabbed my hand. I shot him a confused look and he whispered "It has to be believable." I nodded in agreement.

We walked into the living room and all 4 of them looked at us in anticipation.

"We'll get married" Zayn said with a smile, holding up our intertwined hands. 

"That's wonderful" Trisha said and hugged us both. 

"We'll leave now, but starting next week Anika, you'll be living with us until after the wedding." Yaser says.

"Can't wait." I said. Zayn let go of my hand to get his and his parents coat. He came back and I hugged Trisha and Yaser goodbye. Zayn kissed my cheek and the whispered in my ear so only we could hear "don't expect this from me, it's just in front of our parents." I nodded and they left.

So it's official, I'm getting married.

Chapter 1: The meeting, finished.