The sun was setting in a distance. I sat in the balcony staring at it till my eyes hurt, memories of the previous day came flooding back to me.
Numerous cars had been parked outside our house when I had returned from university. I had taken brisk steps towards the interior with my heart hammering in my chest. The sight that awaited me had made my breath hitch in my throat and I stood there like an audience.
Uniformed officers dug through the house, searching for some unknown object and panic stricked with full force, blood-curling inside me. I opened my mouth but no sound would escape my parched mouth, my eyebrows lifted in a questioning gesture when I spotted Ayath standing frozen near a window.
She shrugged her shoulders. The search went on for another couple of minutes before they conversed with Ali in hushed tones and made a clear exit.
The whole house seemed to be a terrible mess and I could hear mom's loud sobs from the corridor making me want to comfort her, but complete numbness had already overpowered my senses, turning my legs into jelly.
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The evening brought even more surprises along with it as there was a very unexpected arrival of Dad's boss, Abdullah Hussain, and his son.
I heard some noises and I gazed down from my balcony, to find a black jaguar which was in the act of turning it off in front of our house. My stomach clenched and my heart began beating thunderously against my chest.
I just hoped that this wasn't going to be another bad news. I breathed deeply to calm down the negative thoughts that occupied me.
My mind was filled with suspicion as it was unlike them to ever come to our house, dad had mentioned that they were extremely wealthy and were always accompanied by bodyguards.
Later that night, I was gifted with a deadly revelation that our lives were in extreme danger and the only feasible solution right now was my marriage to Aahil Hussain. His wealth and status had the ability to save us.
What was this? A scene from a thriller movie?
Mom began weeping and requesting my approval. Ali looked at me sympathetically, "I know this might be hard on you but believe me this has to be done for your safety."
My stomach made a summersault, churning the contents in my stomach. "Why would he agree for this just for my safety? I'm sure there is more to this story," I replied as uneasiness settled in my heart.
Ali rubbed his temple with his right hand, "You don't have to know all the details. Dad is suspected to have involved himself in a crime and the police are doing their investigations. There are dangerous people out there who are in search of a research paper worked on by dad and ---," He sighed, folding himself into an empty chair, 'The story gets darker with every sentence I add and it breaks me to think of dad in such light. It is on you to make the final decision."
None of this made any sense to me and I numbly agreed to everything, just so that mom would return from her extreme hysteria. The result had been an instant selection of date for the wedding.
I began rewinding my memory to the short span of time in which my eyes had scanned him, Aahil Hussain. As much as my mind had grasped him, he had appeared appealing. With perfect features, nose strong, not quite hawkish but decisively masculine. As was his squarish jawline and sharply defined, prominent bone structure with a healthy growth of beard. He had worn a white linen shirt and his superbly tailored black trousers fitted him to perfection.
Surprisingly, his eyes seemed strangely familiar. I could bet that I had seen them before as it was impossible to forget such a rare eye colour. They were like hot chocolate, warm and welcoming, yet they seemed to have a harsh hint of some unknown emotion.
The realisation hit me with full force and gripped myself with my arms, to stop the giddiness. I had seen those eyes in the backyard the day before.
What was I supposed to do now? Still, carry on with my decision? But hadn't I already given my word?
Eventually, I went towards my bedroom and climbed the stairs with a leisurely stroll as my mind was way too occupied.
Sleep felt like a costly commodity and I just kept rolling on my bed. Even though the central heater was switched on, Instead of feeling warm, I realised that I felt cold inside.
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