Nila kicked the curb with her foot, the new development making her annoyed.

She'd never presumed that simply hanging out with Amjad would've led him to believe that they were some sort of match made in heaven. And what frustrated her more was that Mikhail knew about this before her.

"So?" Mikhail said.

"So what?" Nila said.

"When are you going to tell him you don't want to marry him?"

"Who says I don't?"

The comment had Mikhail taken aback, he'd assumed that once informed of his brother's plan, the girl would angrily reject him and get as far away from his life as possible. This was not what he'd expected at all.

"No, you can't marry Amjad." He said.

Her laugh was bitter in the cold air. "Why not?"

"He's my brother and you...well, you know." He said.

"Oh for Allah's sake Mikhail! It was more than three years ago!" Nila said. "I'm letting that decide my future and neither should you."

Before he could protest, she'd gotten inside and car and had began to drive, blatantly ignoring his frantically waving hand.

This girl was going to be the end of him.