The Bad Boy's Girl (COMPLETE)

Breathtakingly Beautiful

My breath stops right then and there. The modern surfaces are dark and polished, the wooden floor planked and light brown, with huge paned windows showing off the breathtaking views from outside. I love these windows because they allow sunshine to pour in, and to enlighten one's daily life, and even though it is the evening and the sunshine is replaced by twinkling lights, I know that they're still beautiful. The bed is low, with clean sheets spread on it, and a black duvet. The room is at least five times as large as my parent's master bedroom.

"Wow, mashallah! This duvet looks so soft! And the windows!" I cry aloud, and then feel warmth spreading through my cheeks. I was jumping and flailing my arms, squealing with joy in front of Amir Khan. Not embarrassing at all. What really helps the situation is the fact that he is my future husband and practically despises me.

   My heart skips a beat when I turn to see him close to me, his breath fanning on my face. His annoyed and creeped out expression has a slight amused tinge to it. A smile is tugging at his lips. Or maybe it's just me. But then the fact that he even acknowledges me instead of looking away with disgust shocks me the most. "Mhm," he  tells me, eyeing me up and down with glimmering pupils.

AMIR

Don't ask, because I honestly don't know. But the way she squeals and flaps her arms around after taking in my room, or, our room, makes me annoyed at first, but then amused. It's too funny to watch.

   I look at her hazel eyes and she blushes, then looks away.

   Then she seems deep in thought after I murmur a "mhm" to her. Wait, why am I even acknowledging her? This is an arranged marriage, a forced thing, like a contract. I'm going to get out of it. I have to.

             And so I form a plan. I'll invite her over to help me decorate, I'll make her think I actually have interest in this marriage, in our soon to be house, but then I won't ever show up. Hopefully that'll scare her off and make her forget about us ever being a thing. Hopefully that'll make her and her family stay as far away from me as possible.

   "I'm moving in here in a week and a half. Do you want to help decorate the rest of the house? Like some rooms I left, um for us to decorate." I mutter.

    She looks at me with hope glimmering in her eyes.

  Why is there hope in her damn eyes and why am I staring at them? I look away, biting my lip in thought. I need to see Janet. Or Chloe. Or Simone. Someone. I need to get myself away from this weird, hijabi girl that's influencing me already. Just one car ride and a house tour is getting me worked up.

   The thing is, she's pretty. Not hot, hidden under those ugly clothes, but pretty. Not my type, but she's the cute pretty that you would probably give a glance but move along because you would know how she would be into religion and shit and would f*ck you up if you came near her.

  And now she's going to be my wife.

Her response interrupts my thoughts. "Yeah? That'll be great." She tells me with a bright smile, flashing her white teeth.

          If only she knew I was playing her.

     I thought she was different for a second. But I guess girls are as easy as it gets. They always fall for my easy lies.

         I lightly chuckle to myself.

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ANNIE

The next day, I roll out of bed, the sun glaring into my room and piercing especially brighter in my eyes. I groan, shoving my curtains close and slipping my feet into my bunny slippers. I'm a grown woman with bunny slippers and I love myself for that.