Written In The Stars

Prologue

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Hi, guys! 

This is my next project after the FOL books, and this is the one I'm focusing on after that series. Any unfinished books have been currently unpublished, and I will eventually finish them on a later date. This is the story that I had wanted to focus on as my next project.

I'm sorry for any disappointment, but without inspiration I cannot come up with good plotlines, which ruins a story. So I'd rather focus on stories that are building up in my mind, to make them more enjoyable for you all, if that makes sense.

I hope you all enjoy this as much as you enjoyed 'For Our Love', and if you haven't read it, what are you waiting for? :D

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Anaya 

I've been told that every girl dreams about a Prince Charming, especially us desi girls. All our lives we are prepped to be the perfect wives and Bahus. We dream of the wonderful wedding day, where we will sit in a red lehenga, blushing like the typical bashful bride, waiting for her husband to lift up the dupatta and compliment on how beautiful we were.

*Desi: How people from the Indian subcontinent refer to themselves as, no matter where in the world they live.

Bahu: Daughter-in-law.

Dupatta: The scarf with a traditional Pakistani/Indian outfit.

Wrong. 

I dream of words and plotlines. I dream of writing about stories belonging from people coming from various backgrounds. I dream about writing a book straight from my heart. But dreams end when our sleep ends. The moment we wake up, reality strikes hard, shaking us to the core.

I am Anaya Yasir, twenty-two, and a resident of Lahore. We live in a modest house in a fairly decent area of the city, along with my Arif Chachu's family.

*Chachu: Father's younger brother. Chachi: His wife.

Taya: Father's older brother. Tayi: His wife.

I share a bedroom with my seventeen-years-old cousin, Sumbal, so I can't even stay up late at night, typing away my latest ideas on a laptop. The moment I turn the device on, she moans and throws a pillow at me.

Oh, and another fact about me? I'm engaged. Rauf Mehmood is the son of my Chachi's friend, and is meant to be the 'perfect guy' apparently. What defines a perfect guy in a desi parents' opinion? Well educated, handsome (this opinion is divided), with a good job and wealthy (also divided opinions. That's way too much expectations from a bechara in his twenties, just like a girl is supposed to know how to handle an entire household by the time she's eighteen.

*Bechara: Poor guy. (Pitifully speaking).

Rauf is a banker, so his salary is quite impressive, and he lives in one of those luxury apartments in a private society. He's a nice guy, I suppose, and we get along. For an arranged marriage, I suppose I could have had worse luck.