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any other 21st century twenty year old boy would throw a tantrum and leave the house if he was asked to get arranged marriage to a harami girl.

but not mustafa khan.

he was trained and wise, and a bit teasing. he was Pakistani after all, and to us family and tradition come a long way. his parents had kept him in a straight line and he had stayed in it for a very long time. he listened, he agreed to anything his mother and father would say.

unlike me. to which i ended up pregnant.

when my father asked his parents for his son to take my hand in marriage, after much thought they agreed. the only straw left was mustafa's approval.

i remember him sitting opposite to me on the sofa, head cast downwards, thinking, analyzing. he looked up at me for just a couple of seconds, then down at my bump before returning to his previous position.

then he said yes.

all i could think of was what idiot he was for agreeing to this marriage? didn't mustafa want freedom? didn't he want to get married to a pretty girl with a slender frame who giggled and interacted with society?

or did he want a piece of trash who wanted to kill herself? did he really want to bound himself down?

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love, starlightyoong