AsalamWalayKum everybody. How are you all? I'm sorry for the long wait, but I've updated now! :) As you all know my Grandad has passed away, his funeral happened the day after. So... I guess he officially left the Earth forever? And InShAllah his going to Jannah. He'll forever me in our Du'as and prayers. Once again, thanks for all your Du'as. :) 

So... I have a complain to make. Why do these goodie goodie two shoes Indian serial t.v actresses get married to their biggest enemy? Like that doesn't make sense. And then their spend their whole life time convincing their so called 'husband' that they were made for each other. Like really? Ok. Maybe.  I sound like a hypocrite, I mean don't my two characters hate each other? Actually... No... Well... They think they hate each other... Or they ant to but... Their tingly feelings such tingle a little too much. But never mind. 

Anyways... Please vote, comment and share! Thank you! Love you all!!! xx

By the way, if you spot any mistakes in my chapter just point them out! 

Dedicated to raincamepouring13 - Guys... Are you looking for a good book? The one that graps you into it and makes you want to read more. Obviously my book does that. -Giggles nervously- Doesn't it? Uh... Never mind, her three books do this! I have two favourite books:

1- Erased - This is a Niall Horan fanfiction, and this my first 1D fan-fiction I've ever read. And I loved it! Unfortunately, she hasn't completed the book, but I'm pretty sure if we all read it and and ask her kindly to update it then she will do so. 

2- How To Raise Your Sister's Children - This book is full of hatred and drama! I have no words for this book! You just have to read it yourself! 

So after you have finished reading my update go check her books out! Love you Afrah! xx

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"The most beautiful thing in the world is to see your parents smile and knowing that you are the reason behind that smile."

Afira's P.O.V

  Days passed by slowly. I was glad it did. I couldn't bear to go into another hall to see everyone skipping, humming or even being blissful! I sound horrible at the moment, I know, but I couldn't stop once to think it was only an act. At lease he could've warned me, right? But no. Instead I stupidly fell for him. I guess now I see what those other girls' see in him. In good conscience, I felt much happier not dealing with the mehndi function adjustments. It was a good thing Ammi allowed me to go work, otherwise I could've drowned in my thoughts. That's where I am. At the hospital. Today I am glad to say that for once I love my job! Being away from people I know feels excessive!

Hussain and I haven't contacted each other since the engagement. And I was glad. I don't know how his feeling right now ruining his life, but I personally am dying! Spending your entire life with someone you hate? Impossible. Wait. How do I even know we're going to be spending our entire life together? We might even get divorced. Well done Afira, now more tension. Brilliant. I sunk into my chair and inhaled the fresh air, I took a spoonful of the cream and fudge ice cream that was sitting on my desk, I devoured it. As I took the first spoonful of the ice cream it immediately melted on my taste buds. The cream softly lingered on them, hugging them with care. Then came the fudge. Its presence created comfortability in my mouth. The two flavours mixed together created a rich and sinful palate. As I was relishing the delightful taste of the ice cream someone knocked on the glass door... "Come in," I answered, the receptionist came in with a tablet in her hands.

"Ma'am someone wants to meet you, Mr. Asif?" She said, I gulped to hear his name, I gave her a tight smile and nodded, gesturing her to bring him in.

"Dear Allah, you know everything, why is he here?" I asked to the All Knowing. Hussain knocked on the door, and I signalled with my hand for him to come in. "AsalamWaykum Hussain, what bring you here?" I asked him, not looking at him but at my computer screen.

"WalayKumAsalam Afira, I wanted to apologize," he looked down in guilt.

"For?"

"I acted out, and I didn't give you heads up," I forced out a smile.

"Don't be silly, it's fine," I lied.

"It is?" I nodded in reply. "Thank, I owe, I promise I'll give you heads up next time." He vowed. "I've got to go back to work, and do the preparations for the mehndi soirée" he rushed.

"Oh, when is it?" I asked, foolishly.

"You don't know?" He acted surprised.

I hesitated to answer, "N-No..."

He bit his lips before responding, "Damn... It's tomorrow." My eyes broadened in tremor. Tomorrow? How comes I didn't know? Why don't I know this? It's my mehndi so why don't I know? Why do people keep planning stuff without my consent? I let out a frustrated sigh, "Is everything alright?" Hussain asked with care in his eyes. Probably fake care.

"Yeah. Everything is just fine, you better go. You have lots to do," I tried to get rid of him.

"Yes, so I'll see you later..." He said, then left. I unlocked my phone and called Ammi, after a couple of rings she picked it up.

"AsalamWalayKum, Afira?"

"WalayKumAsalm, Ammi why didn't you tell me the mehndi is tomorrow?" I asked heatedly.

"I did. I thought you were listening. Remember I told you when you were looking through some files?" I recalled the event and sighed.

"Ji, I remember."

"See, I told you to quit your job, you're hardly focusing on your wedding arrangements, how are you going to manage work and family altogether?" Ammi hassled.

"Ammi, Ammi, I can handle it." I objected.

"No. bas keh diya, toh keh diya." I couldn't go against Ammi's wills so I gave up.

"Tik hai. Main unhen bata doonga..." I said.

"Acha, come home quickly," Ammi ordered then hung up. I put my phone down and went to the head of floor to resign.

  I took my time getting home, even though Ammi has specifically told me to get home early. Ammi opened the door and dragged me to my bedroom to show my all the arrangements, "Take a look, we'll be getting to the hall later than the groom, so the ladies can do the henna on your feet first, and this will be what you're going to wear." She held a mustard and pink coloured saree in her hands, "It's explicitly chosen by Hussain," Ammi giggled when saying his name. I rolled by eyes.

"Ok. Ammi where's Abbu?" I changed the topic, making Ammi shake her head.

"His at work, but-" Before I let Ammi say anything else I spoke.

"Sorry Ammi, I have things to do, we'll speak later." I turned back with guilt spread across me. I felt ashamed to talk to my Ammi like that, but what could I do? It came out. I've always taken my anger out on the wrong people. It was a habit. A bad habit. But this was different. Here I was getting married to a demon for the sake of my parents. My parents have done so much for me and I have a chance to repay them. To get married. That's every parents' dream. To see their daughter getting married. And I'll be fulfilling their long seen dream very soon. I smiled at myself. At least some people will be happy due to my marriage. My parents. And that's all that matter to me.

-AyshaHun