𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞: 𝐀 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐦 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚

✿𝓕𝓸𝓾𝓻

ᵏⁱˢᵐᵃᵗ ᵇʰⁱ ᵏⁱʸᵃ ᵏʰᵉˡ ᵏʰˡᵗⁱ ʰᵃⁱ
ʲⁱˢᵉ ᵈⁱˡ ᶜʰᵃʰⁿᵉ ˡᵃᵍ ʲᵃᵗᵃ ʰ ᵘⁿʰᵉ ʰⁱ ᵖᵒʰⁿᶜʰ ˢᵉ ᵈᵘʳ ᵏʳᵈᵉᵗⁱ ʰ

xxxMeerabxxx

It's hard to believe, but here I am on my way to the Khan Textile Company, when I have no interest in going there.

I don't understand why Ma Begum is trying to control my life, and its obvious she has a problem with me. I know she is doing this intentionally, just to get under my skin. But if she believes I'll easily give up on my dreams, then that's not going to happen.

If Ma Begum wants me to work at the Khan Textile Company, then so be it. However, my disappointment stems from the fact that today should have marked the start of my employment at SN Brothers Group.

And it's like things weren't bad enough, then suddenly my scooty came to a stop, causing me to groan in frustration.

I pat my hand on the scooty in frustration, exclaiming aloud, "Please start! Start! Please...."

Ten minutes had passed, but the scooty still wouldn't start. I couldn't fathom what had suddenly gone haywire with the vehicle, as it had been functioning perfectly fine when I left home.

With no other option left, I decided to book a cab. Standing there any longer would be a waste of time that I can't afford. I locked my scooty and leaned it against a pole. When I looked at the road, I realised finding a cab would be challenging because there's not any traffic police or taxi stop.

I signalled to a cab that was passing by speedily. I called shouting, "Stop! Stop!" However, it continued past me without stopping. Ugh.

Attempting to hail the second cab, I called out again, "Stop! Stop!" This time, it finally came to a halt.

A middle driver slid his widow down and, looking at me, replied, "Madam, there's a strike on today, don't you know?"

"Strike, today. Oh no, why?" The taxi driver passed me without giving the answer to my question.

Frustrated and uncertain about what to do next, I kicked a small stone on the road.

"Should I call Baba?"

I quickly dismissed the thought of calling Baba. He was likely engrossed in his work at the office or in court. I couldn't possibly bother him for something so trivial like this.

Instead, I got an idea of asking for a lift. There were plenty of cars passing by, yet nobody seemed willing to give a lift to a pretty girl like me. In the movies, girls always find rides so effortlessly. Let's see if I find one.

After a few attempts, I gave up. Then, suddenly, a red support car that was passing by slowed down and came to a halt near me. The sports car is looking luxurious with a sleek paint in a vibrant red hue. It has a low-slung profile and an aggressive stance and looks like an up-to-date new model.

In the driving seat, a man who appeared to be in his late 20s, removed his sunglasses and glanced at me. "Do you need any help?" he asked with a style, that made me stare at him.

I asked, "Me?"

He chuckled at my confused expression and replied, "Yes, Miss, you."

When I didn't reply. "You need a lift?" he enquired with a friendly smile.

I was torn between accepting his kind offer and being cautious. I glanced at him, taking in his expensive attire and confident demeanour. Despite his apparent wealth, I couldn't shake off the feeling of caution.