Unexpected Promises

Chapter 18 ✓

Atifa's pov :

"Why ammi, why? Why would you do that? He had his whole life ahead of him and now, just because of you, he is tied down to me. Do you even realise what you did? You only increased his responsibilities and I- I don't know! What if he already liked someone else? God! You messed up his life ammi. You realise that, don't you?" I asked her again, this time my voice audible as I ran a hand through my hair in frustration.

Her gaze softened, "Atifa, I-"

I turned around before she could continue, only to find him standing in the doorway. "I don't want to hear anything anymore." Wiping my tears away furiously, I muttered.

"Will you listen to me at least?" I shook my head, unable to meet his gaze.

"Leave me alone." I could hear his footsteps following me as I ran up to my room and rushed into the washroom. Wiping my tears away, I washed my face. I needed to get out. Coming out, I grabbed my abaya, ignoring him completely.

"Where are you going?" He furrowed his brows.

"Out." I mumbled, wrapping my hijab quickly.

"Where?" When I didn't answer him, he heaved a sigh. "Alright, will you listen to me first? I wasn't done when I started telling you."

Tying my niqab, I turned to look at him. "Please not right now. I don't want to hear anything."

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What did everyone think of me? As an object? As a toy? As a puppet? Or what? No one even bothered to tell me what was going on. It was like they could pull on the strings of my life whenever they wanted and however they wanted without being bothered about who I was or what I was going through. My opinion didn't really matter, did it?

I am a human too. I would have like to know what was actually happening in my life. They couldn't just pull someone in or push someone out like that. What was ammi thinking when she did that? Did she not even for once think about me? No actually, did she not even for once think about letting me know what she planned on doing or what she did? Because it definitely didn't look like she ever even planned on letting me know about it.

Okay I understand, maybe she liked him. But even if that was the case, whatever she did wasn't right. It wasn't acceptable. If she really wanted to, she could have asked him normally. But no, she had to go this far and force him to marry me.

Did she even for once think that he could already be married or committed to someone? Or if he already liked someone? Or if he even planned on getting married so soon? I didn't know. And honestly, I didn't even want to know. I didn't want to start disliking her for this even more by knowing these answers.

And what about him? He didn't bother to tell me about it either. Not even once. He didn't even try. Was it so easy for him to just go with it without protesting or trying to tell me? Was it so easy for him to just come into my life and create havoc? A havoc which I had no idea on how to control.

Why did he even do that? He could have said no, right! He could have said no! He could have just rejected me! He could have asked me to reject him! But no, he had to go ahead with it. He had to agree! Why did he even sacrifice his dreams and goals? I knew it was not me. It could never be me. He didn't even know me, so how could it be me?

And honestly, I didn't even matter here. My opinions or my thoughts never mattered, right? Was I so bad that people didn't even want to tell me anything? They didn't even want to inform me what was happening in my life or what they were planning with my life. MY LIFE?!

It would be better if I just leave. It would be better if I ask him to leave me. He didn't have to ruin his life for me. I was no one. I was not worth it. At least not when my own mother did this with him. He didn't have to stay here. He didn't have to stay with me. He had every right to walk out of this. And I would ask him to do just that. To walk out.