I am standing by the road side waiting impatiently for a cab when suddenly I heard a loud screech, I turned my head to the direction. Okay that was a reflex, I didn't even know when I turned towards the direction. Oh why is the car moving backwards. And now the car is parked right beside me. Why is the driver stopping here, this is very awkward .Let me turn and see who the person is. Oh my Allah, masha Allah he is very handsome wow, but why is he coming towards me, no, no, please no. " Assalamualaykum " I heard from the direction, okay now let me act cool, " Wa'alaikumussalam"i replied " it's a very quiet street overhere, and you look like you are in a hurry, but I don't think you'll be getting a cab anytime soon " he smiled a charming smile, taking cabs is something I really don't fancy but I didn't want him to think I was being flirty by asking him to take me. " sooo. .... " I paused " what are you suggesting? "

"Zahra" "Zahra" "ZAHRA!, I know you are pretending to be asleep" he fumes. One thing haroon hates is to be ignored. And one thing I hate is to be woken up from sleep, "why? why? why?" I whine. He yanks the blanket off my body but I refuse to succumb to an attempt in intimidation. "Get up" he says "What do you want from me?" He ignores my question "Get up" "No" "Get up" "No" "Zahra" "Haroon" Arranged marriage, arranged hatred. In their marriage there is no love only hate, they despise each other to the bones. It is said that 'there is a thin line between love and hate'. And I am curious just how thin the line is between Zahra and haroon