Chasing Destiny

Chapter Six

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He clearly doesn't look happy,
He doesn't look happy,ya Allah even his infamous smirk wasn't there.if anything he looked pissed.

Of course he will look pissed ,he's married to a girl he doesn't love.
No!love is out of question in my/our situation.he doesn't even like me..

God!he looked even more striking when he's pissed off.
His perfectness made my imperfections even more profound.
Voluntarily or not,I had taken a place in sagir's life that was probably never meant for me .we have invaded each other's world without permission.

He slowly sauntered into the room,and my heart beat increased twice faster...!
The scowl on his face never wavering .

"This dress doesn't look decent for a Walima!its a walima Khad, Not a dinner party."

What in the world?first I don't get why he said my dress doesn't look decent,it's a Jilbab for goodness sake.well it has a cinched-in sating belt from the waist,and the veil is a little bit transparent so apparently my hair is showing.but the walima is only intended for females,no single guy was going to be present,I had insisted to keep it thoroughly islamic!.

Secondly,I wasn't expecting a complain,no I wasn't expecting a compliment either.i mean we have just been married a few minutes back.

Third of all,he had given me a nick name!!he had given me a nickname.ya Allah,nobody ever called me "Khad"and I hated how it rolled and sounded perfectly from him.khad!!

Why did he even come to me in the first place?is it because he wanted me to feel bad,to feel as though I had done something wrong?

"Ya Sagir i don't.....I don't ss..see anything wrong in my dress.this walima is strictly females only.no single male is going to be present".
I hated how my voice sounded timidly .
I hated this feeling whenever he's near me.
I hated the effect he usually had on me..
I hated this feelings
I hated feeling weak and powerless..!

Get your shits together deejah,no man has the the right to make you feel this way,no matter how gorgeous he was.

He obviously looks satisfied,even though his infamous smirk was still not there.seriously this guy have got some nerve,just imagine!we have only been married a few minutes back and here he is..insensibly and nonchalantly panning my dress..
Sagir definitely has no regard for someone's feelings and chord.

I really pity myself,if really this is his true colour.

"Bashir,habib and Sadiq are coming in with their friends,so you need to cover up your hair"

His tone carried the tiniest bit of jealousy and at that I pressed my lips tight to prevent myself from scoffing.

"The walima is going to take place in moddibo's Garden..for goodness sake Ya Sagir ,no guy will be allowed in there.its strictly islamic."

the little patience I have is slowly evaporating.

Taking one last step towards me,he stood so close I could smell his aftershave,and strong spicy cologne and in a very low menacing voice,he asked ,"how sure are you ?do I need to remind you that I don't appreciate people talking back at me?i am your husband and you will do as I say?
He was uncomfortably close now,and I wasn't sure I was breathing.