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(A Marriage of Convenience)

A man stood before the ornate mirror in his room, his reflection a stark reminder of the impending union he couldn't escape. Tonight, he was to wed with the girl name Amira Khan , a woman he barely knew, in an arrangement orchestrated by their families.

As he adjusted his tie, Zayan's thoughts drifted to the trauma that haunted him, a burden he couldn't bear to share with anyone, not even his own family. The memories of his past hovered like dark clouds, casting a shadow over his every decision.

The sound of a knock on the door interrupted his reverie, and Zayan's father, Mr. Rahman, entered the room, his expression a mix of pride and concern. "Zayan, it's time," he said softly, placing a reassuring hand on his son's shoulder.

With a heavy heart, Zayan followed his father to the grand hall where the wedding ceremony awaited. As he took his place at the altar, surrounded by family and friends, Zayan's gaze fell upon Amina, radiant in her bridal attire.

But despite her beauty, Zayan couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach. He knew that this marriage was nothing more than a facade, a charade for the sake of familial duty.

As the ceremony commenced, Zayan's mind drifted to the vows he was about to exchange. How could he promise to love and cherish Amina when his heart was still gripped by the ghosts of his past?

When the time came for him to speak, Zayan's voice was steady but devoid of emotion. "I do," he murmured, his words hollow and empty.

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As the night wore on and the celebrations continued, Zayan found himself alone with Amina for the first time since their union. With a heavy sigh, he turned to her, his eyes clouded with turmoil.

"Amina," he began, his voice raw with emotion, "I cannot do this. I cannot give you the love that you deserve, the love that you crave with every fiber of your being."

Amina's heart shattered into a million pieces at his confession, her eyes brimming with unshed tears as she listened to the anguish that laced his words.

"I am broken, Amina," Zayan continued, his voice cracking with the weight of his sorrow. "I am a shattered shell of a man, haunted by the ghosts of my past, consumed by the darkness that lurks within me."

As he spoke, Amina could feel the pain radiating from him like a tangible force, the echoes of his suffering reverberating through the air around them.

"I thought that by marrying you, by bringing you into my world, I could somehow find redemption," Zayan confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I see now that I am only bringing you further into the depths of my despair, dragging you down with me into the abyss."

Amina's heart ached with the magnitude of his pain, her love for him outweighing the anguish that threatened to consume them both.

"Zayan," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, "you are not alone. We will face this darkness together, hand in hand, until we find the light that will guide us home."

But Zayan shook his head, his eyes filled with despair as he uttered the words that shattered Amina's fragile hope.

"No, Amina," he said, his voice hollow with resignation. "You deserve better than this. You deserve someone who can give you the love that you deserve, someone who can mend your broken heart, not break it further and yes! On our 1 year of Marriage anniversary we'll take divorce, then you can marry anyone, and please don't try to behave as a tripal wife's,I'm not interested in being a husband nor a father. I just marry you because of my family happiness, But after 1 year when then find out the reason of this marriage that we are not happy then there stop forcing me.So please I'm telling you the last time behave as a unwanted daughter-in-law for my family members,and also don't try to behave as a wife to me. Just behave as a stranger to me for 1 year, I hope you won't disappoint me."He said by serious tone. Which make Amiara heart broken into peace. She started crying, because she think that that was the only solution for her.

And with that, Zayan turned away, his shoulders hunched with the weight of his sorrow, leaving Amaira alone in the darkness, her heart torn between love and despair, longing for a glimmer of hope in the midst of their shattered dreams.

As he walk out of the room , they was someone who's  listening to the whole conversation.


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