Marrying the son of Asraf 2

Aisha's POV

I sat in our dimly lit bedroom, at the edge of the bed, surrounded by the opulent decorations that Khalil's wealth had provided. Something I've always admire But despite the luxury, my heart felt empty and heavy with regret.

This wasn't what I initially planned, I just wanted him to myself. Was it greed or selfishness?

I remember back to the day I found out Khalil was getting married. The fury that had burned within me , the desperation to stop the wedding, and the cunning I had employed to destroy his marriage. It all seemed so calculated now, so manipulative.

And for what excuse? So I could have Khalil for myself ? But at what cost? Huh? I never really had him, not truly. He had married me out of obligation, not love. And now, I am trapped in a loveless marriage with a man who might be a murderer.

Somewhere within the line, I know Maryam must be lying but how much lies is she feeding me!? I collaborated with her right after digging dirt of Summayyah and finding out she was adopted and causing her lose of wealth which was the idea of Maryam. I had stalked Khalil for so long since we were young.

He was so close to Faisal and often come over to his house with Arif. They sometimes even spend the night, gaming or watching match but with in both Arif and Khalil. I fell head over heels for him. I knew Faisal wouldn't like it but when I eventually started to join their crew, we became a group of four friends from the same neighborhood.

I had made Faisal do most of the anonymous love messages sent to Khalil but he never really listened to them and to think back at how he turned a lot of girls down, I didn't have a chance to be his girlfriend but that didn't stop me instead I tried to his my feelings and just continue our friendship but it hurts me so much that he didn't see me the way I see him.

The day I finally got to confess my feelings for Khalil, his rejection was something I expected but not the way it came out.

"I have something to tell you," I had said, my words barely above a whisper. "I've been wanting to tell you for a long time now."

Khalil raised an eyebrow, his expression curious. "What is it?" he asked, his voice neutral.

I took a deep breath before speaking. "I love you, Khalil," I said, my words tumbling out in a rush. "I've loved you for so long, but I've been too afraid to tell you."

I watched as Khalil's expression changed in an instant, his eyes narrowing in discomfort. "Aisha, I...I don't feel the same way," he stammered, his voice awkward.

My face fell, my eyes welling up with tears. "But why not?" I asked, my voice shaking. I was heart broken. I was desperate.

Khalil shifted uncomfortably, his eyes avoiding mine. "You're my friend, Aisha. I care about you deeply, but I don't feel that way about you. And even if I did, you're like a little sister to me. I could never see you in a romantic way." And that was it.

A little sister! Was it because I am Faisal's little cousin sister? Or because he just doesn't want me in his life. I had done nothing wrong back then. Even as I felt the world revolving around me, I never want to give up on him so I started stalking him and getting really clumsy, clingy and what not but... I stared down at my trembling hands.

My mind recoiled at the thought. I had always known that Khalil was hiding something, but I had ignored my instincts, blinded by my obsession. And now, I was paying the price.

As i sat in the darkness, I felt a wave of fear wash over her. What had I gotten herself into? And how could I escape?

But even as I trembled with fear, I know i couldn't let go of Khalil. I loved him, flaws and all, and I was willing to risk everything to keep him. Even if it meant risking my own life.

I won't let that woman, get any chance no matter how hard he tries to bring her back, because this child I am bearing with In sha Allah be legitimate to his.

I thought it's very important to have a POV of Aisha, her character is so confusing.
Here you have it ☺️💕