| SABEEHA | ✔

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I cry, curling myself to a ball. I am not crying because of mukhtar but because I'm getting married to a stranger.

Baba doesn't care about his looks or knows his true behaviours.

I can't detest because I feel like after all be has done for me, I shouldn't go against what he wants.

If it really makes him happy, I'll do it.

Even though, I don't like whoever it is. He couldn't come to me but to my uncle.

I felt an arm around me. "Sorry." Amina says comforting me. "Sorry, ya sabre." Karimah leans on my shoulder.

"Are they here already?" I say referring to my 'husband'. "Yeah, he wants to see you."

"I'll be down." I look at amina and she nods. "Sure."

"Do you know him? Is he familiar?" I ask as she sighs. "No, I actually don't know him. I wish I did."

She looks away. "Okay." I sighs holding karimah's hand. "Don't worry." Karimah tries to comfort me.

Don't worry?

I smile, hearing karimah's words. "Sure."

Amina stands up. "I'll go check up how far it is."

"Amina, when are you getting married?" I ask.

"In 4 months, December 21st. Why do you prefer a small gathering?"

Amina asks as I look back at her. "When yours comes, I want you to be happy. If we were to go as planned, I'd ruin that day for you."

I say before she held my other hand. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." Amina starts crying.

"It isn't....wait, how is it your fault?"

"Its the guy from the supermarket. I shouldn't have given your name."

I glare at her, I felt like shouting a her but what is it going to change. She's crying already besides, I can scold her in the future about how she screwed my life over.

I take a deep breath. "Allah has deemed It so. We cannot change that." I hug her and karimah.

"Sabeeha." Aunt mairo calls me faintly. "They're waiting for you, let's go." She adds, stretching her hand to me.

I hug them again before standing up and pulling my veil to cover my face. I walk with aunt Mairo to the sitting room where my 'husband' was.

"Here she is, I hope she is in good hands." Baba says. "Yes, baba." A man responds, his voice was really like the guy from the supermarket.

"Yasmin." Baba calls me as I start sobbing, hugging him. "Don't worry and I hope you follow what I've told you." Baba consoles me.

"Okay, its time to go koh?"

I nod, sniffling. I pulled away from him and hugged aunt Mairo. "Come and visit us." Aunto Mairo's voice cracking.

"I will insha allah." I whisper.

I pull away as I felt someone hold my hand. I felt like snatching my hand and pushing him away.

I can't do that in front of my family or whoever are with him.

"I can't see your face." Aunt Mairo as I pulled It back. "Your face is all puffed up." She adds smiling.

"You should go then. Goodbye." I look at the guy holding my hand and found him looking at

He smiles at me but i look away with a frown. We walk out, his friends taking behind us.

I walk out if the compound and fleet of cars were parked. "Khalil wait, let me take a picture of the two of you."

"No, let's go. Leave it, Alamin." Khalil says his hand holding me.

One  thing is clear, I hate him with a passion. "Just one picture."

Alamin persists. "Fine." I say so we could get over it. Khalil wraps his left arm around my shoulder.

I moved uncomfortably. "And that's it, happy married life. If he disturbs you, just call me."

I smile forcefully. "Shall we?" Khalil asks before we went inside the car. I pulled my hand away from his, looking at the tainted window.

I guess he understood so he didn't ask or try it again. The drive was sad and quiet.

I just kept on replaying the time I really thought I would marry someone I knew. How naive of me.

Now I'm stuck with this....man.

I enter the house, standing. "Where's my room?" I say. "I'll show you, follow me." He stretches Gus hand to me but I continued walking.

"Here it is." He points to the first door. "Do you prefer another one?"

"I'm fine with this, thank you." I enter the room and lock the door. In no way will I ever leave my door open.

I remove my veil and throw it on the bed. "Its not even all that." I mutter, gawking at the room.

I enter the bathroom, looking at myself at the well lit bathroom. The mirror is huge enough to see the bathroom.

"Not bad." I mutter when I heard a knock on my door. "Sabeeha." He calls my name, goosebumps all over my body.

"Yeah."

"Your luggage is in the next room on the right".

"Okay, thank you."

I heard him walk away. I lay down, looking at the ceiling. "He's gross rich."

I admit to myself, feeling the texture of the sheets. "Money can't buy happiness....but for me, it just has to work."

I sigh, pursing my lips. Suddenly the imagination of Khalil being replaced by mukhtar is like a movie that is too god to be true.

I'm not obsessed with him, I just prefer marrying someone I know of. My family knows of for years.

Now I need to familiarize with his family.

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