"All I ever wanted was to be independent. Prove to the world that there's more to just being a Muslim woman. But dad ruined that by marrying me out to a cold, emotionless monster!"
Hazira Khan was your typical modest girl. She's sweet, caring, smart...
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I decided that my parents always chose what's best for me. So I'm going to give this wedding a chance, even if it wasn't what I wanted. I planned on wearing a pair of red heels with red flowers since the dress was grey. Mom and aunt Shiva seem to really be looking forward to the wedding course that's all they've been talking about. The cake, the venue, people to invite and not to. You'd think its one of their wedding, but who am I to complain?I threw on a blue cotton skirt with a grey shirt after my night shower. Today, Amaar was coming over for us to 'get to know each other.' I wrapped a blue hijab and pinned it neatly. I prayed six nafl raka'ah, before my mom came up to call me. I grabbed my phone and went downstairs. "Assalam Alaikum, Aunt Shiva and Uncle Ali." I greeted. "Wa'alaikumu Salam. How are you dear?" Aunt Shiva asked. "I'm fine, Alhamdulillah." I smiled. I noticed Amaar sitting on the one sitter at the corner. He was breathtaking as always. He was wearing a brown shirt and a pair of black jeans. His coffee brown eyes cold, and his brown hair, messy and attractive as usual. His face held no emotion, his jaw in a straight line. "Hazira, why don't you show Amaar the garden?" My father asked. I nodded, afraid that my voice might betray me. This isn't what I wanted. Neither is it what Amaar wants. But if this is what Allah has planned for me, then I'm ready to accept it. I turned around, and just assumed Amaar trailed behind me. I led him to the back door and opened it. The cool, night breeze hit my face, sending goosebumps round my skin. I hugged myself, wishing I wore a thicker shirt, or better yet, an Abaya. I led him to the garden and stopped. "Here's the garden. Garden, this is Amaar. Amaar, meet garden." I said sarcastically. He raised his brows, his eyes still emotionless. I rolled my eyes, before walking towards the gazebo. I sat down quietly and I saw Amaar do the same a few distance away from me. "So, what's your favourite colour?" I asked, desperately trying to get rid of the silence. He didn't say anything. So I just sighed. "I can't decide between black and blue." He answer in a soft, yet firm voice that held wonder as if he was weighing the pros and cons of the two colours. "What's yours?" "Red." He raised his brow at me. "A boy's colour." He gave me a faint smile. "Yeah." And just like that, the silence was back. I lifted my legs from the ground and crossed them. "Can you bake?" I was surprised. "Y-Yeah, I can bake anything. Cupcakes, croissants filled with chocolate, cheesecakes, cookies, muffins, you name it. You like desserts?" His gaze met mine and his whole face lit up as he smiled. "I really do especially when it has chocolate in it." His smile falters a little. " But my mom can't bake even if her life depended on it. And I prefare eating from somebody I trust." He continued making me curious. "So, if I baked something for you, would you eat it?" "If it smells and looks good." He smiled. I hugged myself harder, the cold breeze was not doing me good. "Let's go inside." I sighed. "I don't wanna go back to our parent. They'll be so weird and all." He flashed me that Billion dollar smile once more. "You're right, but you seem cold." "Hmmm.....I have an idea. Come on." I gestured for him to follow me. I lead him to the kitchen and start opening cabinets after cabinet. "You might wanna sit down." "What are you doing?" "I'm making you some cupcakes." I couldn't see his face course I had my back to him. I sieve some flour into a bowl and added powdered cinnamon, decaffeinated coffee (just for flavour and good scent) and cocoa powder. I beat three eggs in a separate bowl and separated the egg whites from yolk. I added sugar and vanilla extract to the egg white and whisked it till white and fluffy. I added some milk into the egg yolk and whisked it. I poured the egg whites and egg yolk into the flour and gave it a whisk. I threw in chunks of chocolate in to the batter. I turned on the cooker and started boiling water. I placed a bowl over the water and poured chocolate into it and mixed slowly as it melt. I poured the batter in the oven cupcake pan and then dribbled the chocolate over it. I popped it into the over and turn to meet those mesmerising coffee brown eyes, already starring at me. "Now we just wait." I offered him a smile. He laughed a little before pulling his phone out. ****** "Is it done yet? It smells so good." "So you'll eat it?" "Heck, yeah I will. Ya Allah, I can't wait." "Patience." I said, grabbing the oven gloves. I pulled the cupcakes out and brought a plate. I placed, three cupcakes on them, before passing it to him. He mumbled a thank you, while I pack the remaining six into a box for him. He moaned in delight, closing his eyes to add effect to the reaction. "This is so good." He said. "Thank you." I blushed. Mama came into the kitchen. "Oh, hey Amaar. Your parents are leaving." She said. He turned around and gave me a smile. "Thanks for the cupcakes." "You're welcome." I said, giving him the box. "Goodbye, Aunt Maryam." He hugged My mum. "Make sure you visit soon." She smiled. "Insha Allah." I saw them to the door. "Well, I'm going to bed." I announced. I guess Amaar is not a bad person. He's also well mannered and polite. Making him happy seems easy. Just give him what he wants and you won't have a problem. Maybe this wedding wasn't a bad idea after all. I changed into my PJs, before going to bed, a light smile on my face.
Salam Alaikum my lovely readers. I just wanted to say I mistakenly deleted chapter 2. So please give me time to rewrite it again. Thanks. Also, you can help make book covers if you want to. :)
