Chapter 3

My dad gave me a disgusted look but man who cares. I shrugged my shoulders and a wide evil grin appeared on my face.

"Okay," he gave up. I was pretty sure that this marriage meant a lot to him as he silently accepted my demand.

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It was my online nikah and I was so excited (note the sarcasm).

Maria came and congratulated me. I gave her a smug look but she didn't mind.  Hadi and Sarah got dressed like they were going to attend a real wedding, I rolled my eyes.

And finally, my nikah started, a fragile figure appeared on the screen with my dad and an old man. Her face was covered with a veil. Like seriously man I couldn't even see her face. I was pissed off, the man with a long white beard was murmuring something and asked me to repeat something but believe me, those fifteen minutes were the worst part of my life. After that nikah's joke, my dad congratulated me and Maria then hugged that white-bearded man.

After the screen turned off, Maria, Sarah, and Hadi hugged me and I rolled my eyes again. Why the heck they are so happy.

Wow, now I was a married man, seriously a sixteen-year-old schoolboy had a wife. I don't think that this stupid marriage thing would affect my relationship with Emily.

I called her and drove to her apartment.  I really needed her to clear my mind from these stupid dramas. I knew a night with Emily on her bed would be going to the elite.

Anabia's POV 

Bua handed me a beautiful red dress of my mom, I sighed and put the dress on. I looked at the mirror, I was looking different as I never wore such type of bright colors. I was a bride without henna,  without any jewelry, and without any makeup. 

Uncle made me sit in front of the laptop's screen. My face was covered with a veil but I could still peek through it,  I wanted to look at the screen, I wanted to see the man whom I was marrying but I didn't lift my head.I sat like a robot. My palm was sweating and my body was trembling from unknown fear. I had never thought that my life would change like this. My heart was pounding as the Qazi Sahab started our nikah.

After the nikah,  Uncle Afzal and dadoo congratulated each other, Bua hugged me and Uncle Afzal patted my head.

"Bia,  come here" dadoo called me when everyone left us alone.

I looked at him and gave him my best fake smile.

"Bia, I'm sorry but dear I did this for you. I want to hand you in safe hands,  I want to die peacefully " he said and I ran towards her and hugged him. I sobbed in his arms and he patted my back.

The next day Uncle Afzal left for London with my important documents. My days were now changed.  I started thinking about my unknown so-called husband. How would he looks like,  would he like me, would he accept me. Millions of questions were popping into my mind but I couldn't ask anyone.

Dadoo was becoming weak day by day and an unknown fear was haunting me. I was too weak, too coward to accept that he has to go one day.

I woke up from the chirping of birds. I looked at the clock and gasped. I slept too much that I missed my morning prayer.  Cursing myself, I went to the washroom and did my morning routine.  After a nice shower, I headed downstairs. 

I stepped into Dadoo's room. He was lying unconscious, I ran towards him and touched him.  His body was cold like ice, his eyes were closed like he was in a deep peaceful sleep.  My heart was exploding from fear and pain.  I called bua, she became afraid too.  I decided to call the doctor. I was rubbing his palm until the doctor came. My eyes were full of tears, Doctor gave me a weak smile and started checking dadoo.

"Sorry, he is no more " These were not the words,  these were swords that torn my hearts into pieces.  I stared at dadoo with blank and unbelievable eyes.  Bua came and hugged me and I passed out in her arms.

Daniel's POV

"She is coming with me," dad told us and I got pissed off. Seriously,  I forgot that I had a wife as no one ever discussed her. I was so happy with Emily, my friends, and my school but this new news. Why that old man had to die.

"Dad, FYI.. I'm not sharing my room with her" I said scrunching my nose with disgust. He looked at me with disappointment and turned his attention towards Maria.

"Prepare a nice room for her, I can't let her suffer in the same room with this asshole and remember everyone she is going through a lot. Please be nice to her" he said to everyone and left for the airport. I took a deep breath and grabbed my car's keys. I needed some distractions so I called my friends.

Anabia's POV

I opened my eyes and found myself in Bua's lap. The next moment I realized what happened. My heart was wincing from the pain. I cried my eyes out. I was alone... I lost my only relation,  I lost my best friend,  I lost the most important part of my life.

Uncle Afzal hugged me and patted my head,  maybe Bua called him.

After the funeral, Uncle Afzal asked me to pack my stuff as I was leaving with him.

Seriously, I was going to London? How could I leave my house where I was born, where I spent the fifteen years of my life, where all the memories of my parents and dadoo were buried. How could I leave my Bua,  my school,  my country?

But I realized that I had no choice.  I took a deep breath and packed some clothes and stuff. I didn't forget to take pictures of my parents and dadoo. It was the most precious thing for me. I hugged the photo frame and tears started trickling from my eyes.

I was so helpless right now, I didn't want to leave but I had to... I sobbed in Bua's arm. Bua was also packing her stuff.

"Bua, where are you going " I was surprised.

"I'm going back to my village to my family.  May Allah bless you my child " she said with a sad smile.

"But..Bua.. Why are you leaving?  Who would take care of this house?  You can call your family, you can live here with them" I said holding her hands.

"Uh, umm..." Her face showed numerous weird expressions.

"Whattt" I raised my brows.

"Actually dear, your dadoo sold this house to Afzal Sahab and I guess he is going to open a hotel here," she said and bowed her head.

My eyes got widened and my heart shattered into pieces. 

Dadoo sold this house... no he sold me to Uncle Afzal.

Now I understood why Uncle Afzal chose a simple girl like me for his son.

Oh! He chose me for the fucking money.

We were not millionaires but we were quite wealthy.  And Uncle Afzal wanted a place for his new hotel and office... And I was thinking that he chose me cuz of my dad and dadoo.

LMAO

I laughed at myself.  I wanted to cry but my eyes were dried. I bid farewell to Bua and silently dragged myself with Uncle Afzal. I wanted to ask him why he did this to me... but I guess, I was too weak to speak.  My life was silently destroyed and I couldn't even cry.  I wanted to run away from the airport but I knew I was too coward to do this.

Keeping a new faith in my Allah and holding new hopes with me I took my seat on the plane.