Hafsa

One

Aasim's POV

I said my final good bye to my family before getting into the car and headed to my new house at maitama district. As I drive around the quiet street of Abuja, I kept thinking of how baba kinda forced me into marrying a girl I don't even know. A nineteen for crying out loud.

It's even too late to do anything. Everything has been done, I can't do anything about it. I'll just try and cope with her; that's the only thing I can do.

I finally arrived at the house. I parked my car at the parking spot and hopped out. I went into the house straight to the dinning area and kept the food I bought. I sat there for a minute before heading to Hafsa's room; just to check on her. I took a deep breath before I opened the door. I'm ready to see the worse.

"Salamu alaikum" I said.This is the girl I got married to? This will work out fine!

I saw a beautiful innocent creature waiting for me. She was dressed in a purple fitted gown that fitted her body perfectly. Her head was open. I can see her silky black hair. She quickly covered it with her scarf when she caught me looking at it.

Her beautiful face captured my heart already. The way she looked at me with her stunning dark brown eyes, it made me go over the moon. Her skin kept glowing. It looked soft!

"Wa'alaikumus Salam. (Peace be upon you too)" She answered with her soothing voice bringing me back from my reverie.

I cleared my throat. "I hope you're fine." I voiced out. "Yes Alhamdulillah." She answered. "Okay, let's go and eat cause I know you must be hungry" I smiled at her, she smiled back and nodded.

"Can you excuse me for a minute, I need to change into something comfy." She said politely and I nodded.

Hafsa's POV

The more I played Aasim's voice in my head the more I feel blithe. He made me smile the minute I saw his handsome face. The way he looked into my eyes, I could feel the butterflies in my stomach going wild.

He was wearing a white kaftan which made him look handsome and attractive. He had his hands in his pocket throughout our little conversation. I'm still depressed about how baba forced me into marrying Aasim. That's not even right in Islam, to force someone into marrying someone they don't love. I'm still a teenager for Allah's sake.

A month ago...

I just got back from school. I was so tired and hungry. "Ya Hafsa, baba wants to speak to you." Layla came into my room. "Oh, Okay!" That was the only thing I could say.

I wore my hijab and went to his room. "Salamu Alaykum." I muttered
"Wa'alaikums salam, come in" he answered. I sat down on the carpet while he was on his bed.

"Hafsa how was lectures today?" He asked. "Alhamdulillah baba." I answered. "MashaAllah. Hafsa you know my best friend Alhaji Mukhtar Galadima, right?" He queried. "Yes baba I know him." I nodded. "Good. Do you know his son, Aasim?" He asked. "No, I only know ruqayyah and nafeesah" I replied.

"Alhaji Mukhtar came up with a great idea to make our friendship stronger and I agreed on the idea." Baba grinned which made me curious. I wasn't liking where it was going. Something is wrong. "You'll be Aasim's wife in a month In Shaa Allah (If Allah wills)"