[𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗬𝗔 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗭𝗬𝗥𝗔𝗡]
When a business deal is struck, she finds herself in the confines of the only man she thinks is insufferable. She is to survive but will this just remain as it?
>Marriage of convinience
>Forced proximity
{𝐀𝐘𝐋...
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Amaya's POV:
I am married.
I am repeating the same freaking statement from the past 1 hour and a half. First in my bed, and now in the dressing room getting ready for the first day. Not as a wife, as a freaking pawn in a business deal my father gladly sold me in to.
The Wedding was perfect, decorations wise and aesthetic wise but that's it. Although I really really enjoyed having the boys around as well as my girls, it seemed different. I never had any boy best friends or boyfriends to begin with so seeing Ahmer, Zayn and Shehryar and finding some kind of solace in their company I actually think my disapproval in male species can be cured.
To some extent.
I sigh putting the makeup brush down, and giving myself a final look in the mirror. I applied minimal to no makeup and paired the look with dark curls as a hair do-about my clothes well I decided to go semi- traditional.
I was lucky enough to be granted my own room-not that we have to pretend to like each other in the house anyway, thanks to the hatred of Hira Aunty. It was big enough-with a seperate dressing room and to my surprise my luggage was alreadys set in the wardrobe along with many other possessions that I don't think are mine.
As I stand up and smooth a hands down the sides of my frock a satisfied smile takes up my features, I look good. Although the smile falls as I remember I am actually in enemy territory my father just joined hands with.
Pretend and be patient, Amaya.
I quickly pick up my phone and snap a mirror selfie, sending to our-girls GC as my phone immediately blows up with their messages. The smile on my face returns but this time its a genuine one.
Ayla: Girl, if that man doesn't drop to his knees let me know. I can always make a quick stop to break his bone or two.
Mira: I'll assist! you look fabulous, babe.
Fayra: Girls that man was down the moment she walked towards him on their wedding.
MIra: Well who wouldn't? Its Amaya Sheikh after all.
I roll my eyes before replying.
ME: Shut it yall, I'll probably just ignore the shit out of everyone.
Ayla: Reminds me of the time when they both were alone at the balcony.
Fayra: Oh shit! How can I forget about that?
Mira: Damn, Maya we still need 'em details.
ME: Nothing of that sort happened, but you guys won't let me go so I'll probably tell you guys and get it over with.
My mind automatically reels back to the scene at the afterparty, after Zyran's mom insulted me infront of the whole table my fist not holding the mobile phone clenches tightly as images flood my mind.
