| SABEEHA | ✔

*S4*

I stretch, putting on my robe. I hum, twirl and opened my bedroom door. I know I'm not supposed to be this jolly but I am not gonna kill myself.

I close my eyes, snapping my fingers to the song that played in my head. I hit someone, my eyes opening immediately.

Khalil looked down, looking at me with a grin on his face. I backed away from him.

"You seem happy." Khalil says crossing his arms. I raise my brows then walk towards the stairs.

"I don't know why you act so rude. I really don't get you." I scoff before I turned to look at him.

"I just am not interested in all of this. This charade called a wedding. I'm not going to keep this from you, I don't like you honestly. How could you just come over to a girls and ask for her hand in marriage when she doesn't even know you. You made that choice for her."

I say angrily. "Then why did you marry me?"

"Because of my uncle."

He scoffs then walks away quietly, leaving me. I walk down the stairs, pissed. I pull out my phone, dialing amina's number.

"Come over, I need you here." I hang up . I stand looking around, groaning. I don't even know the way to the kitchen, I'll have to look everywhere.

I wear my skirt and blouse, putting on my jewelries. I heard a knock on my door.

I see Khalil with ash sweatpants and hoodie. "I'm going out."

I shrug. "Okay, what am I supposed to say."

He rolls his eyes, shoving his hand in his pocket. "For you to know that I'm not around."

"Oh, okay."

"You're not going to say anything."

"Oh, my sister is coming over or am I am I supposed to say something else? "

He hangs his head. "A prayer perhaps."

I furrow my brows. "A prayer? I don't have any in mind." I look back at the mirror.

"Are you serious? You hate me this much?"

I sigh. "I have none in mind." I repeat myself. "Well done, sabeeha. Impressive." He leaves.

I shrug, clearing my make-up items in front of the mirror.

The door bell rang, it was very loud. "I'm coming!" I run down the stairs.

"Hurry, I think it's going to rain." Amina screams before I swung the door open.

"Amina." I hug her tightly, I've never missed her like this before. "Okay? What are you doing?"

She asks awkwardly, unable to even hug me back. "I've missed you so much, I know its weird."

"Well, thank god you know. What's wrong?"

I pull away from the embrace. "Nothing much."

I shrug as she walks in, closing the door. "Don't tell me you love hubby already."

I raise an eyebrow, her smile fading away. "You don't like him." Her shoulder slagging.

"Obviously, thank you very much." We walk to the kitchen so she could pick anything she wanted.

"Pick before we head to my room" I say while she gawked at the kitchen. "You are a greedy wench. Look at this, the kit hen island with cute chairs. Thank god o."

She sits down on one of the chairs the stood up. "The food or whatever."

She purses her lips. "Showoff."

I laugh. "Yeah."

"But why don't you like him?" She asks opening the fridge. "How could he just ask for my hand in marriage without asking me?"

She shrugs, closing the fridge after taking a bottle of yogurt. "I feel like you hate him because of mukhtar."

She pours some in two glass cups. "I do, including that."

She rolls her eyes. "He is way better than mukhtar. I mean, if he was to ask me to marry him, I would feel bad for leaving Hashim but I'll choose him. Haven't you seen his physique?"

I sigh. "I can't believe you like him more than mukhtar. Mukhtar is my type."

"Allah knew your type sucked that's why he blessed you with something better. Enjoy his blessings or you will have to enjoy his wrath. Okay, I've said all I can." She takes a sip of the yogurt.

"You're such a bitch". I take a sip too. "Give me a tour around the house. I want to see all of its beauty." We stand up. "This way."

"You have a gym, private theatre, ten rooms, eleven bathrooms, two kitchens..."

"The other one is not really a kitchen."

"Two kitchens, five sitting rooms and three closets. You ungrateful wench."

I furrow my brows. "What did I do?"

"After this mansion he bought for you, you still complain.  Sometimes I can't comprehend some of your decisions."

She shakes her head, looking disappointed. "You won't understand, the thought of being on the same bed with him disgusts me."

She raises her hands. "I don't know what to say to you anymore."

"I can't deal with him anymore. I don't love him." I say laying down on the bed.

"You have to, you don't have a choice at this point unless you'll ask for a divorce." She laughs as I look at her.

She stops, realising what I'm coming up with. "Please don't start, I am already stressed with my wedding preparations."

"I'm going to divorce him, that's it." She groans. "Your head is like a stone when you don't want to listen."

She laid down on the floor, using her phone. This never crossed my mind, I know I won't marry mukhtar but at least I won't be married to Khalil.

********

My phone rang while we were gossiping about people on Instagram. "Answer it."

"I don't know who it is. God, hello?"

"Hello, this is Mr Khalil's phone. He has been admitted to the hospital after an accident. Please come by the hospital."

She hangs up, leaving em starstruck. "Look at this." Amina says showing my her phone.

"Khalil had an accident." I say as amina's eyes widen. "What are you doing sitting down then? Let's go!"

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