The last thing Amna wanted in her life was to get married. Being British, the last thing she expected was to get married to a sheikh! Two very different worlds collide, the differences are great and the problems on their path only seem to increase by the day, will their arranged marriage survive? Or rather will they ever fall in love? Or will their pride get in their way and ruin any chances of staying married?

A few minutes into the walk, I heard footsteps shuffling behind me. I tensed up and halted in my tracks. My heart began to pound violently in my chest. I felt too afraid to even do anything. I stayed glued to my spot, but that didn't stop the footsteps from approaching. Mustering all of the courage left in me, I spun around and to my utmost horror, two men - more like thugs were standing just few inches away from me. Ya Allah, please protect me! I don't want to die like this. I spun back around and started walking, my pace increasing rapidly. "Hey! Where the f*** do you think you're going, bit**" One of the men slurred. By the tone of his voice, I could tell he was tipsy or high. The rate of my fear intensified. MANAL ❤ ©2019