Mine to Love

4. Mia

"No way" jiya said.

I sigh, keeping my gaze at the peace of a clothes lying in front of me.

"How could he do that?" She asked again.

"He is menace jiya, he can do anything" i tell her.
She shakes her head.

"I still can't believe your father is forcing you to get married"

"I will not marry anyone" i announced.

"But what if your dad uses one of his t----"

"I won't marry!" I cuts her off.

I instantly regretty shouting at my best friend but I can't help it. The man i hated my whole life is trying to get me marry. What the hell is his motive. What if jiya is right? What if he is uses one of his trick. Fuck. I need to find out whatever my father is planning.

"I am sorry" i sigh.

"Don't be, i know you are frustrated" she said.

I nod.

Frustrated is the last word to describe my situation. I am done with everything. My whole body is arching still i came to this shop to earn some penny for mother. I haven't eaten anything since yesterday so hell yeah i am more than frustrated.

"By the way did you see him?" Jiya ask

My eyebrows frowned. "Who?"

"Your future husband" i glare at her.

I am not at all interested talking about the man who is God knows why interested in marrying me. Perhaps he has lost his mind because there is no way in hell anyone could have agreed to marry a poor girl like me.

Jiya threw her arm in air.

"You know what i mean" she clear her throat.

"The answer is no" i said simply, folding the clothes.

"But you are interested in knowing about the man who is interested in you. Right?" She grin. I glanced at her grinning face, my face scowls.

"Come on Mia! Tell me something about the mystery man. My pancreas are dying to know more about him" jiya pleaded.

"I don't know him" i tell her.

She blink twice, her face turned into horror as her grin disappeared.

"You don't know the mystery man?!"

"Nah"

"Then you should atleast meet him" my head snapped in her direction.

I won't meet that person. I am sure i will make him run like a dog once i meet so it's better not to show my face to him.

"I don't want to hear anything about your mystery guy"

"Technically he is your" my eyes narrowed at her. She gave me infectious grin.

"What if he is really interested in you" she said going deeper into the conversation I don't want to be part of. In fact i am hating every single of this.

Marriage has never been in my list. Yes i dreamt of marriage during my childhood but when maturity hit me like cancer i stopped dreaming and became practical person.
Marriage is a big term and i don't think i am capable of becoming someone's wife. Moreover i am scared. What if the man i marry turns out exactly like my father. There is so many what, ifs and when I don't have clarity then i don't do that work. It's better not to get married than spending my whole life as a servant of some stupid guy.

"That's not possible" i answer jiya's question.

"What if he is handsome man came straight of my romance book" she ask.