love by chance

chapter 11

As Irfan sat in his room, feeling frustrated and trapped, he heard a knock on the door. He got up to open it, and to his surprise, it was Amrah, the girl his family had arranged for him to marry.

Amrah looked beautiful, but her eyes were red and puffy from crying. She walked towards Irfan, her body shaking with sobs.

"Irfan, why don't you love me?" she asked, her voice trembling. "What's wrong with me? What do you need in a woman that I don't have?"

Irfan felt a surge of anger and frustration. He didn't want to hurt Amrah's feelings, but he couldn't pretend to love her either.

"Amrah, stop crying," Irfan said, his voice firm. "I don't love you because  you're not worthy of being loved by me. try to understand one thing, which is i don't love you. And even if I did, I don't think we would be compatible."

Amrah's face contorted in pain. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I'm a good person. I'm your family, your blood, don't forget about the fact that I'm also your cousin, and I'm beautiful and smart."

Irfan sighed. "Amrah, it's not about any of those things," he said. "It's about what's inside. You lack the brain, Amrah. You're selfish and only care about yourself. You don't care about my feelings or what I want."

Amrah's eyes widened in shock. "How can you say that?" she asked. "I care about you. I want to make you happy."

Irfan laughed. "No, you don't," he said. "If you did, you would listen to me and try to understand why I don't want to marry you. But instead, you're just crying and feeling sorry for yourself."

Amrah's face turned red with anger. "You're cruel," she said. "I hate you."

Irfan shrugged. "I don't care," he said. "I'm just telling the truth. And the truth is, I don't want to marry you. I want to marry someone I love, someone who loves me back."

Amrah's eyes filled with tears again. "I could have loved you," she said. "I could have made you happy."

Irfan shook his head. "No, you couldn't," he said. "Because you're not capable of loving anyone but yourself."

Amrah turned and ran out of the room, leaving Irfan feeling guilty but relieved. He knew he had hurt her, but he couldn't pretend to love her. He had to be honest, no matter how much it hurt.

Irfan changed into his pajamas and lay down on his bed, his mind still reeling from the events of the day. He thought about his family's decision to arrange a marriage for him, and how he had reacted to it. He thought about Amrah, and how he had hurt her with his words.

As he lay there, Irfan's eyelids grew heavy, and he fell asleep, exhausted from the events of the day.

Amrah, on the other hand, was still awake, crying and talking to herself in pain. "Why doesn't he love me?" she sobbed, her body shaking with sobs.

Nadiya, meanwhile, had returned home from the restaurant and gone to her room, where she fell asleep.

The three of them slept, each lost in their own thoughts and emotions, unaware of what the future held.

Nouf woke up to the sound of her phone ringing. She groggily reached out to pick up the call, her voice still heavy with sleep.

"What's up?" she mumbled, not even bothering to check who was calling.

But as soon as she heard Madina's voice on the other end, she knew she was in trouble.

"Crazy girl, where are you?" Madina shouted, her voice loud and urgent. "We have a test today and you're still sleeping like a monkey!"