Destined To Be.

Chapter 15

Ayla,

One month later,

His gone!!

James has gone!!

He moved out from his childhood home that he loved and went to live  near Farren's parents house. It's one of her Father's numerous properties.  He came to see us before the move which was almost four weeks ago to say goodbye. Mamma and I instantly knew that he was not happy. He had such a downtrodden look of utter dejection.

I knew this move wasn't his idea. That bitch Farren has something to do with it. James obviously came with the silly excuse of Karina wanting to spend time with her only grandchild, she wanted to "help" out and be a hands on Grandma. More like an evil puppet master , holding on to James's and Thomas's strings. I don't give a flying fuck about Farren. The mother and daughter duo are like two peas in stinking self abosorbed pod.

I sigh when I recall the last time I spoke to him. The last time I saw him. The way he looked at me as if he wanted to say something, as if he wanted to unburden himself. I patiently waited. Wanting him to confide in me, if not for anything more then just as a friend. He bade me goodbye and walked away, not once looking back . I tried to keep ahold of my emotions. I tried not to give in, but it was no use.

I broke down.

I broke down and found comfort in the arms of my loving Mother and sisters. They consoled me, until there were no more tears left, until I couldn't cry no more.

I need to get him out of my life!

I need to move on!!

I need to start living!

There was only one way for me to accomplish all above three. So looking up to my Mother, I wiped away my tears and spoke the words that a certain man with unique eyes will be happy  to hear.

"Mamma, tell the Khattak family, I accept."

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Ayla,

Two weeks later

"You look so beautiful sis. Ma sha Allah". Inaya looks over my shouder, to our reflection in the mirror.

"Thank you."I sigh out nervously and give myself a once over.

I'm wearing a long white dress that reaches my ankles. The dress has a collar and a fitted bodice that flares out at the hips. The sleeves are tight then also flares out at the arm. I paired the dress with silver heels, giving me a few inches in height. My hijab is styled in a turban with one of the ends hanging loose over my modesty. Make up consists of eyleiner and Mascara, giving my eyes emphasis. A light concealer and foundation and a faint gloss to my lips.

Jewellery is a pair of huge silver diamante earings and a matching tikka attached to the middle of my hijab so it settles in the middle of my forhead, above my eyebrows. A lovely ring that Mamma has given to me, a small delicate diamond that is made of white gold settles on my right hand.

I take in a few breaths and shake my hands out nervously. Aqsa gives me a concerned look, but I shake my head in assurance.

"Are you sure you're making the right decision sis?" She puts an arm around me to turn me to face her.

I know what she means. She's worried that I've been to rash in agreeing to the marriage. Maybe I am but I know it's a step forward. I know I need to do this. I need to move on and not live my life in limbo in waiting for the unattainable that is  James Dean Hudson.

He's gone! He's never coming back! I don't expect him to, ever. I know that at the end of the day even if he did feel anything towards me, Thomas comes first. Thomas is his son, and he should always be the first and foremost priority in James's life, which he has proven and that makes me love him more. The way he is with Thomas, the devotion, the love, the utter self sacrifice, how can I not love a man like that, especially when that man is non other than James.