CHAPTER 3

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Time skips

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Time skips

I'm sitting in his room waiting for him. I look around the room and his room was elegant with everything grey and unique showpieces placed on the shelf. His room has two doors I guess one is balcony and the second one is walking closet with attached bathroom.

I was noticing the details of his room when I hear some voice from outside I think it's his cousins demanding for money and that's when my heart beat start racing with an abnornal speed

He is coming here

And the next minute I saw him entering the room in all his glory. He was looking soo good with messy hair and tired face. What on the earth are you thinking Mahira? Scolded my inner self

He came towards me and said "you know that it's a forced marriage right?
" Huh"? The only thing that came out was huh I don't know how to react to his question when I really don't know anything

He never tried meeting me before marriage and i didn't even try too

He said "don't expect anything from me and i will not expect anything from you? Neither you will interfere in my matters nor will I ?I get married to you only because of my grandfather so it will be better of you don't spill anything to anyone"

"And what made you think that i will keep my mouth shut?" I answer back

"Soo are you going to hurt your late grandfather's best friend?hmm" He asked folding his hand and looking at me with umm anger in his eyes

Why did he marry me then? Just because of his grandfather? What am I supposed to say or do? I'm traumatized by whatever he said

"Go and change" He said leaving the room with his clothes

This is not how I have imagined my married life to be like. I always use to imagine cute moments between me and my future husband and look at me now sitting on his bed all alone

I look at my henna cladded hand and look at his name on my mehndi Faraz I trace his name with my fingers and a tear made it way to my cheeks

I hate being this much sensitive Allah help me please

Wiping my tears I made my way to the closet when I saw him entering the room in a white t shirt and black sweatpants

I move towards my trolley bag and tried opening it but it was so heavy that i was not even able to open it

I look at him, he was brushing his hair when I call him

"Sunein"
"Kya hai?" He replied looking clearly not interested in having any conversation with me

"Ye nahi khul rha and i have to change my outfit " I said pointing at my suitcase

He came towards me and opened it in first attempt

I mumbled a small thankyou and took a simple kurti to wear

I mumbled a small thankyou and took a simple kurti to wear

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(Her outfit inspo)

I changed into a comfortable kurti and move towards the bed and my eyes landed on him who was sleeping on sofa

After few minutes sleep consumed me too

After few minutes sleep consumed me too

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Next morning

I woke up at my usual time at 6am and went for a walk and then gym

After my daily routine of walking and gym I was back around 7:30 am I came to my room only to be greeted by a weirdo who was busy doing her makeup . I roll my eyes and went to the bathroom

I was done with shower I came out shirtless with a towel in my hand to damp my wet hairs that's when my eyes landed on her. She was standing all dolled up in a pink saree. It would be lie to say that she was not beautiful
I cleared my throat at my thoughts which made her look at me and Allah her hazel eyes met my brown ones for few seconds when she decided to look away

"Neeche chalen? " She ask looking everywhere but at me and her cheeks were turning pink too . What happened to her now?

Never mind i ask her to wait for few minutes and i came out wearing a black shirt with black pants

And then we both left for downstairs together

And then we both left for downstairs together

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(Mahira's saree look)

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