WE MET AT OUR WEDDING

A stern father compels Zarrar, 29-year-old surgeon into an arranged marriage with Hana, a 22-year-old student living in London.

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"Where are you going?" she asked, flat.

"Research trip." He tossed a shirt in, didn't look up.

"And you're telling me this now?"

"It was sudden."

She made a noise somewhere between a tut and a laugh. "I do not care. You know what-"

She stepped onto the couch, two quick climbs-herself at 5'4" suddenly level with his eyes, all heat and vowels.

Here it is.

The tongue was indeed ten feet long tonight.

He stayed silent, left packing, arms folded over his chest and just stared. Hana doing her job, utterly, with whole rights over him to shout.

"There won't be anything for me to be surprised if I wake up someday in the graveyard with mud sprayed over me 'cause my dear husband must have gotten too exasperated by my being, that he- the victim, had to bury me alive while I was asleep."

Zarrar swallowed a smile, let her finish, then moved.

He stepped in, hands light on her waist, lifted-she squawked, all outrage-then held her over his shoulder as he walked the three strides to the bed.

She behaved as if someone unplugged her, forgot how to speak.

He set her gently at the edge of the mattress and went down on one knee in front of her, floorboards cool under him. "What do you want me to say now?"

"Are you actually asking me this?" Her voice wobbled, anger running out of fuel.

"Yeah," he said, and he was smirking now, fond and infuriating. "Any last wishes of my wife before I bury her alive."

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