Untying a knot (falling in love): MATURE CONTENT

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I was sat on the stool infront my mirror adjusting my hair. I was going to be meeting Hussain for the first time and I wasn't looking forward to it, at all.

My mind wandered off to what my parents had told me a few hours before.

"Millie once you and Hussain get married your going to finish university and straight after that your moving to Pakistan" my father had told me.

"The wedding is in one week so use the time with Hussain wisely!" My mother also said.

I sighed dabbing my waterline slightly with a tissue. Why did this have to happen? Why was I never allowed to be free?

At least the wedding was going to be an English one seeing as it'd be my last event in Britain. Thank fuck I didn't need to be wearing a tradition wedding dress and being read prayers over, I was an atheist.

Unfortunately I still had to dress traditionally, like now. I absolutely hated traditional clothing to death. It was just so..tacky (no offence) and heavy. It was going to be a struggle walking down the staircase in this dress.

I was currently wearing a dark blue umbrella cart dress that had a bunch of jewels across the neckline, the dress had a couple layers, the bottom which was a thin material, then a white material which felt like paper, then there was blue silk and on top of it all a dark blue net which had all the jewels and lace on it.

(The dress at the top was what the dress looked like but a deeper shade of blue, and jewels at the neck line).

I had my hair up in a bun, thick bits falling out at the front which I curled and then applied some makeup. I wore a full Face of makeup with a gold eye look, eyeliner and mascara, red liquid Matt lipstick.

I wanted to make an effort with my look at least, even if I didn't want to be Hussain's wife I needed to be decent. I sighed at this. I always thought I wasn't enough. I slowly stood up careful not to trip over the layers of this dress and made my way downstairs.

As I reached the last steps I turned into the front room, and that was when my heart stopped. In the front room sat my parents, but a elderly man and woman, and another man who I presumed was hussain. The woman was wrinkled, she wore glasses and was wearing a pink headscarf, the man next to her was almost bald, he was also wrinkled and wore glasses. And the Male next to them. He looked quite old, but just old enough to be my father. He had black hair and a big black beard. And he scared me..a lot.

"Oh Millie dear, come here" my mother fakely said beckoning me to come to her. I walked over to where she was seated and stood. My mother pulled me down roughly on the seat and leaned into me, "cover your head disrespectful girl!" She hissed into my ear.

I reached to my scarf hanging of my shoulder dragging it over my head. Could this get any worse.

"Well Mrs and Mr Begum this is our daughter Millie who Hussain shall marry, she's currently still studying as we told you but once she is done you may take her to Pakistan" my dad said.

"Well, you have a very beautiful daughter, I think Hussain and Millie need to spend time together before the wedding" Mrs begum said.

"Yes yes, she shall be staying here this weekend, the two can spend their time here with eachother" my mother then said. I felt my chest tighten at the thought of staying with this intimidating man for a entire weekend.

"Well, Hussain take your wife upstairs and get to know eachother and spend some time" mr begum said clearing his throat. I instantly froze up.

Hussain stood up, I stood up too. He took my arm, not like Emily and Mr Blake would, but roughly..Like my dad used to do when I was young and I'd misbehaved. Fear built up inside me as I was now being dragged up the stair case by this man who I was going to be marrying in one week. We reached my room, but as soon as the door was opened Husain thrust me inside the room and locked the door. I was terrified for my life.

"Well Miss abramah..or should I say Mrs Begum" Hussain said with a evil smirk on his face. My hands were trembling, I had no idea what this man was capable, I needed to talk to Emily. I rushed over to my desk where my phone was, but as I picked it up I felt a very very tight grip on my wrist. I yelped out in pain, one because of how tight Hussain's grip was but the other cause my scars hadn't properly healed. In a split second I felt my back be thrust against the wall, I felt Hussain's body pressed into mine as I met his frightening face. He was at least a few feet taller than me, it reminded me of mr Blake, but this man was nothing like him. I wanted to be with mr Blake at this moment badly.

"Look little girl..I'm marrying you. And that means your my property. So you better do as your told..or there will be consequences. And that includes not telling anybody about this" Hussain sniggered, Tears bubbled out of my eyes, I was petrified and there was nothing I could do. I was stuck against a wall and it was so painful from how much force was being used into pushing me.

He finally let go of me and went into the bathroom. I sank to my knees sobbing.

This was worser than I thought.
What on Earth was I going to do?