Previously Known As: "Imperfect Hearts!" "Who are you?" She whispered. Fear lacing her every word. The brown eyes that were once filled with love and warmness were now a hollow place of lurking terror, terror that soon was going to engulf every fiber of her delicate form. Silence. The horrifying silence that greeted her already told the truth, which she was desperately trying to ignore. Every answer was there in front of her very eyes and the proof were the papers that now laid on the floor, helplessly looking at the doom they had created. "Answer me," This time her whisper rose a notch, demanding the truth, which she knew was going to break her into pieces. Aahil stood there with his back facing her. The once warm blue eyes were now stoic, completely derived of any emotion. His posture was stiff and power radiated off of him in trembling waves, making a shiver to run down Aara's back. There was something unfamiliar about this power, something which she had never felt before, it was absolutely soul shaking and she hated this feeling. *** They say love is a cure for all the broken hearts but this love? It was different, it was born when fate played with the lives of people like a puppet, it was an old love taking place in modern times.

It was not an arranged marriage because an arranged marriage occurs when the third party decide something for you. It was not a love marriage either because love marriage occurs when you marry someone you love. It was a forced marriage. Jasmin didn't have a choice. Her parents didn't have a choice. He wanted her and only her. Nobody could or can stop him. Highest ranking: #37 in romance * Copyright 2014 by deep_side_love. All Rights Reserved.

"But I'm your-" "I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from his tone. "You're only a signed contract, nothing more!" * * * "What's that shit doing on your face? you better remove it! you can't be walking on the streets of Chicago wearing that, this isn't your filthy Pakistan!" he ruthlessly spoke with disgust. "You mean my veil?" She questioned with fear placing a hand on her Niqab. "If it isn't obvious" "Please, don't call it that, it's my veil, my identity" "I'm sorry what?" "I can't remove it Saahir, p-please don't make me do this, its a part of me" she begged on the verge of tears. "I said take it off!" He yelled in a deep menacing voice and pulled it off her face throwing it mercilessly on the floor. Fresh tears pooled from her eyes Frustration built through him. He grabbed her shoulder and forcefully dragged her pushing her onto the floor. The floor hit Meeza harder than she had expected. "Oww" she yowled as the pain shot through her shoulder. Highest rank #1 IN SPIRITUAL Always in the top 15 Alhamdulillah #notyouraverageclichèbook. First published on 4th February 2018