Amal's pov:
"please leave me" i pleaded to him but he just tightened his grip on my hand
"why" he asked clenching his jaw staring at me and that was enough for me to get scared
he came closer to me holding both my hands he pushed me towards him
"i am asking you something ...why should i not touch you?"
i looked down trying to blink away my tears scared of the fact that if he sees me crying i dont know what will he do
"just please i cant do this"
"I.Am.Asking" he paused and then shouted "WHY!!!!??"
i flinched
"because its haram" i said loudly and started sobbing he left my both hands and held my face in his hands and asked
"are you really that Muslim who cares about haram and halal?"
i just felt he slapped me at the face i looked at him shocked tears pooling out of my eyes he took a deep breath and said "i own you amal sweetheart but since you keep saying its haram i am going to marry you and then i will see what excuse you have now take rest darling you are going to be my bride today" with that he threw me on the bed and left and i just sobbed over my condition and started praying to allah to save me
after few minutes he came back
"get up I'll drop you home"
"arham...please dont do this to me"
"get up amal dont make me repeat myself"
"please arham...i have my studies left please dont ruin my future"
he inhaled sharply and said
"i am your future"
"follow me out or I'll leave you here" with that he left i felt tears spilling out of my eyes and i walked behind him
as i was walking towards the car i thought i need to manipulate him i need to tie him in my sweet talks i cant marry him
i walked faster and i held his hand in my both hands,, making the most innocent face i could make,
i said "listen arham...I'll do whatever you want please dont do this i have my studies going on please let me complete them"
he looked at me as if he was giving it a thought then suddenly he chuckled i looked at him confused he kept his finger under my chin and said "you still do whatever i want....*chuckles* look at you trying to manipulate me...*chuckles* so cute"
with that he went towards the drivers seat.
i looked at him dumbfounded he then started the car and i sat in ..
whole way i cried silently thinking of the kiss and the slap and everything
i kept regretting for challenging him i kept thinking i shouldnt have rebeled against him look what it cost me
when we reached home his parents were already there looks like when i was crying in the room he called and told some another fake story to them they were sitting there with sweets and gifts as soon as i came mum hugged me then badi ammi and they made me sit on the sofa with arham i asked them whats happening they said since my diwali vacations are starting in one week and i have one month vacation they decided to do a small nikah ceremony and a grand reception within one week and then arham and i will fly to new New York.
"but abbu what about my studies....and whats the rush...why within one week?"
"beta arham has an important project starting he cant come back for three to four years he said he will transfer your admission to new york school of design its way better than here you always wanted to go there na ??"
knowing i cant give any excuse i gave in and pretended that i am happy and gave a fake smile to every one
"so its decided then 3 days from today will be arham and Amal's nikah and next day will be reception and one day later they will fly to new New York"
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my endless love
Romancethis might come across as another attempt for romanticize abuse but have faith and read till the end Amal's pov: "please leave me" i pleaded to him but he just tightened his grip on my hand. "why?" he asked clenching his jaw staring at me and that w...
