A Taste Of Love

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Joya

25th June. It's my wedding day.

I am getting ready for my wedding. Well It's a forced marriage. The company where my dad works, the boss wants to marry me. Like seriously, I am just 21 and that old man is like 40 plus. Also he had 2 wives and 5 children at home. And still want to marry young woman. Such a--umm, no bad word.

And my dad still agreed to marry me off because that old man told him that he will get a lot of money and work promotion if he agrees to let him marry me. Sadly my dad being greedy, he accepted this. So basically this is a deal between them. It's a win win situation for them but not for me though.

So I decided to ran away from my wedding. I am felling bad for my mom and my brother. They tried their best to stop this wedding but dad just choose to be blind and ignore them. And me I am just out of the syllabus. In this generation my dad still thinks that girls are a burden for their family. So It's useless for me to try to convince him.

Running away from a wedding is not a simple task. But I don't have any other choice. I have to. I don't want to ruin my life. I have dreams to fulfil.

Noone knows that I am running away except my best friend riya. I wrote a letter for my mom and brother to know that I am running away and If Allah wants I will be fine. Just pray for me. And handed over the letter to riya. She will give it to them.

I don't really know where I will end up but surely not here. With the help of my friend I came out from the wedding without anyone's knowing. I hugged her and said a last goodbye.

I ran from there as fast as I can. Then I saw a bus. Without any second thought, I got up to the bus. Now this bus will take me where my fate is.