Unexpected Promises

Chapter 32 ✓

Saad's pov:

Could this get any better? I was smiling to myself when I turned from Amira's room and my smile dropped as soon as I saw the person standing before me. My question should have been, could this get any worse? And let me answer it for you, yes. But not unless and until the person standing in front of me decides to come with us. Shanzay.

But the main question was, what was she doing here? Were we not going to their house tomorrow? Couldn't whatever she had to say wait? For God's sake, we even worked in the same office!

"Assalamualikum, what happened? Why are you here?" Quickly turning my gaze away, I asked her, my voice cold.

"Walikumussalam. Why do you sound so rude? Can't I come over to meet my fiancé?" She frowned.

"No. I'm sorry but if you came here just to meet me, then I'm busy right now. And I'm not your fiancé!" I gritted out. Why did people want to ruin my mood today?

"Wow. Rude much? But it's okay, I don't mind. I know you will get used to having me around soon. And don't worry, I will teach you how to be sweet." Waving her hand, she replied giddily.

"I don't want to be sweet. Now, if you don't have any other work, will you please excuse me?" I was trying to control my anger. Who called her here?

"You look in a hurry. Are you going somewhere?" 

"As far as I know, that's none of your business." Taking a deep breath, I replied.

"But it will be soon enough, don't you think so too?" Was this woman deaf or was she dumb? Could she not see that I was trying to avoid her and get somewhere?

It wasn't like I hated her or something. I didn't like her because of her attitude and how she... carried herself? Her priorities and goals were different. She was different. Very different from Atifa. Especially now that mama wanted me to marry her, my dislike for her had reached another level. I didn't know why. Maybe because I was finally noticing or realising how she actually was? I wasn't sure.

"I don't know." I wished I could disappear from there. And where were people when we needed them the most?

"Come on, at least look at me. I came all the way here for you and you aren't even looking at me." She whined.

In the one glimpse which I had of her when I noticed her here, I saw her wearing a baggy top and jeans with her hair open and makeup caking her face.

Now don't get me wrong, I didn't mind girls wearing all that. But only if they wear it at their homes and because of their own interest, not to show off or attract others. Because a lot of these kinds of dresses nowadays are tight and revealing. And it is said in Islam to cover ourselves and keep our beauty only for ourselves and our spouses. Then why wear these kinds of dresses out when they could be attracting the opposite gender? It's already hard enough to follow the rules of Islam in today's world, why take part in making it harder for us and for others?

"Did I ask you to do that?" Closing my eyes shut, I fisted my hands.

"No but-"

"Then don't complain."

"But we are going to get married soon! Can't you just give me some attention?" She whined, clearly not getting my hint at leaving me alone.

"We might. We aren't yet. And don't you remember that we should lower our gaze? We are all Muslims and we have certain rules to follow." Getting irritated, I finally snapped at her.

"Ughh! How can you be so boring and old fashioned? And what is wrong in having a look at someone who we are going to get married to?" What was this woman trying to do? Mama and baba were still at home. And she wasn't even married to me yet.