Mr. Billionaire Unwanted Bride

Chapter 11

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Samiya p.o.v

I wake up with a smile on my face, feeling the warm rays of the morning sun gently caressing my skin. As I turn towards the other side of the bed, I see Zunaid, my loving husband, peacefully sleeping beside me. He breathes softly, and I can't help but marvel at the happiness he has brought into my life.

Today is the day our little princess, Zubi turns one. It feels like just yesterday when I first held her tiny, fragile body in my arms. Now, she has blossomed into a beautiful, curious, and energetic little soul, bringing us endless joy and laughter.

With excitement bubbling in my heart, I get out of bed, careful not to disturb Zunaid's peaceful slumber. As I step into the nursery, I find Zubi standing in her crib, eagerly waiting for me. Her eyes sparkle with innocence and wonder as I scoop her up into my arms. Her giggles fill the room, music to my ears.

Zunaid finally joins us, his hair dishevelled from sleep, but a wide grin stretching across his face. He plants a tender kiss on Zubi's forehead, professing his love for her, and I can't help but fall in love with him all over again.

Our lives together have been nothing short of a fairytale. The depths of our love grew deeper with each passing day, a continuous journey of understanding, support, and adoration.

Together, we have faced life's challenges, hand-in-hand, and celebrated its triumphs with unwavering support. Zunaid has been my rock, my pillar of strength, and my biggest cheerleader. His unwavering faith in me has pushed me to achieve my dreams and strive for greatness.

Sometimes, as I watch my little family, my heart swells with gratitude and happiness. I can't help but acknowledge how blessed I am to have found Zunaid, my soulmate, and to be able to experience the tremendous love we share. Together, we have created a sanctuary of love, where happiness thrives and dreams come true.

In the intricate tapestry of life, the thread of love stitches us together into a beautiful masterpiece. With Zunaid by my side and Zubi filling our lives with her radiance, I know that our journey as a family will be filled with everlasting love, endless laughter, and cherished memories to last a lifetime.  

Third person p.o.v

Mannat sat in her room, frustration brewing inside her. Once again, her parents had brought up the topic of marriage, insisting that it was time for her to settle down and find a suitable partner. She understood their concern and desire for her happiness, but she couldn't help feeling a sense of irritation and suffocation.

However, Mannat loved her parents dearly, and their happiness always took precedence in her heart. Their constant insistence on marriage made her realise that they were genuinely concerned for her future and genuinely wanted her to find companionship. It was difficult for her to deny their longings when she knew they only wished for her joy and contentment.

As she pondered her predicament, Mannat began to see that her parents' expectations stemmed from a place of love, rather than a desire to control her life. They had seen enough hardship and struggles in their own lives and believed that marriage would bring stability and security to her future. Reluctantly, she acknowledged their perspective and tried to look at the situation from their point of view.

Yet, her irritation lingered. It wasn't an easy task to silence her own desires and dreams, to make space for the expectations her parents had for her life. The decision to get married would shape her future, altering the path she had envisioned for herself. It was hard to accept that she may have to compromise on certain aspirations or give up parts of herself to accommodate someone else.

Mannat knew she had to find a way to balance her own ambitions with her parents' wishes. It wasn't fair for them to insist on her getting married and for her to harbour resentment towards their expectations. She had to find a middle ground where her dreams and her parents' happiness could coexist.

Mannat p.o.v

I sit on the couch, fidgeting nervously while my parents  stand next to me with excitement on their faces. Suddenly, the front door opens, and my father gestures to a man inside.

" Mannat, we want you to meet someone very special. This is Omar khan

My eyes widen in utter disbelief. I recognize Omar as the man I had an argument with on the road just yesterday. My  heart races, thinking he's stalking me. I begin to feel anxious, my hands trembling.

Calm down, Mannat. Maybe it's just a coincidence. Let's hear what they have to say first. I tried to calm myself.

Omar and my parents stand before me , unaware of the tension emanating from me.

" Are you stalking me ?" I blurted out and couldn't hold any longer .

Mine s parents exchange baffled glances, trying to make sense of the situation.

" Stalking her? Omar what is she saying?" My father fumes .

" No, no, sir. It's a misunderstanding. I wasn't stalking her. We had a meeting  yesterday, but it was just a misunderstanding, " he tried to explain .

" But… you were so and I thought…"

Before I can finish my sentence, Omar takes a step forward .

" Mannat, trust me, our meeting yesterday was sheer chance. I had never seen you before, and I definitely wasn't stalking you. Please believe me."

My eyes well up with tears, torn between my distrust and the sincerity in his voice. My grip on reality tightens.

" Okay " I mutter softly .

After some time I ended up liking Omar , he is sweet , gentleman and funny . To tell the truth I am actually looking forward to my future with him . Maybe this is what fate planned for me .
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Do you like Omar for Mannat??