The Bad Boy's Girl (COMPLETE)

Shattered Hopes and Hearts

The dress is truly beautiful and angelic, with its white layers and its golden embroidery on the chest and at the bottom of the dress. There's matching golden strappy and huge pencil heels, and that's about it. There's also a golden hijab and gold tights. There is also a bit of red and green, making the colours pop and the dress look fantastically gorgeous and perfect. I run my hand over the smooth fabric. In five days, I will slip into this dress, wear heavy makeup and heels, say I do, and attend my wedding ceremony.

Just five days.

    It's breathtaking how the days have just flooded by. I've been going to college, taking days off for shopping and preparations and dress fittings and packing. College holidays just began and soon we will have to come back for graduation. I can't wait for that moment in my life.

     And in just five solid days, me, Annie, will be married to Amir Khan. It's hilarious how I'd choke on my own saliva if someone told me that a week earlier. Now, I'm starting to grow into him and I don't know why or how. I feel like he's changing, or at least trying to act a bit mature in front of everyone before our marriage. God knows what'll go down after its only me and him, but for now, I cherish the moment.

"Wow, jazakallah," Umma and I murmur softly, still in awe.

      "Don't mention it. Anything for our lovely daughter in law over here." Amir's mother grins, and my heart skips a beat as she says this.

     That happens a lot. Every single time someone links me and Amir's names together, or mentions the fact that we're getting married in five days, my heart seems to forget how to beat and the air around me seems to have lost it's way to my lungs.

    Like, of course, I've sort of accepted the fact that I'm getting married to Amir Khan, so I don't really know why that happens.

         Or have I?

I roll my eyes at my thoughts as I make my way into the kitchen, drawing myself away from the flourishing conversation that has now begun in the living room. I'm glad I have, because topic can't get any more embarrassing: kids.

    The blush never leaves my cheeks as I hear my parents discussing children with my future husband, his parents, and my brother there in the same room. I bite my lower lip as I try to keep myself from cringing yet smiling uncontrollably at the same time, because who doesn't love children, but at the same time, I'm sure no one enjoys being embarrassed like that either.

    "What are you so smiley about?" A deep voice interrupts my thoughts, startling me, making me drop the sugar I was going to put in the tea everywhere.

    I glance up, a deep red colour probably flushing in my cheeks. It's the one and only Amir Khan. His blue eyes pierce through my soul as he smirks in amusement as I squirm under his sharp gaze, struggling to clean up the mess I just made.

     As I bend down to pick up the sugar I dropped with a paper towel, he gently takes my hand and pulls me up to look at him.

   "You were getting all bubbly and happy because they were talking about kids, right?" He asks, although he knows the answer very well already. Before I can even respond, something shifts in his eyes, and they become darker, swirling with an emotion I can't comprehend.

     His grip tightens on my hand.

"Well I'm just here to let you know that there's no need to be happy. Because there's no way in f*cking hell that I'm having kids with you. I wouldn't even marry you if you were the last woman on this planet, but under these shitty circumstances, I have to." He rolls his eyes and casually mutters these things as if they don't pierce right through my heart. Tears prick my eyes, and I look away as he continues. "Anyway, I have a plan to break free from that, but for now, I have to act all happy and shit and normal. But make one thing clear in that head of yours. We will never really be married. We never were meant to, and never will be. This is all an act until we can find an excuse to get a divorce. We probably won't even have children in your dreams even if you dream hard enough. Do I make myself clear?"