SALMA:

I could not take my eyes off of the gorgeous green dress he had given me. It had a small note attached to the side and some simple but lovely jewelry in it.

Should I listen to my heart or obey Malika's orders?
Already 3pm am so confused.

I got dressed up without makeup, but the jewelry did not look good on me because I have never worn it because of bruises. I attempted to apply a painkiller tube at night, as I did every other night, and wore whatever he purchased today.
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I arrived at the location he had instructed me to go on time, but I felt uneasy about everything and knew that by now the mansion would be searching for me while I was looking for him.

"Wasim, please do not break my heart." I prayed and whispered to God to give me the strength and self-assurance to be patient.

I tightly gripped my dress and shut my eyes. My eyes began to well up with tears, which I wiped away as I waited for him.

Why did it hurt so badly?Is it always like this?Why did I give in so easily?

I opened my eyes, and two people caught my attention. I tried to hide my emotions and remain strong. Wasim and Muzna stood together, holding hands and laughing, as if they were the only ones present, lost in their own world.

What surprised me the most was that Wasim did not even look my way; he just stood there, while Muzna stared at me with a disgusting expression and an evil smile. She looked far more beautiful than I did; was  I not even pretty?why did Wasim here?

When they tell you you are different, tell them they are all the same.

"Why are you here?"shouldn't you be with someone who was coming to see you?" I never looked up as she questioned and held his hand.

He continued to remain silent and did not say anything negative about Muzna.

"You broke my heart." "Wasim, all those fake words," I thought to myself.

I attempted to back away, but I was stopped by a voice that I could not even choose to despise.

He said in a deep voice, "You are not going anywhere," and I simply closed and opened my eyes.

"I have no idea where boldness came from, but someone is waiting for me at home," I said to him. I did all of this for him, and what did he do?

He whispered something in her ear and instructed me to follow him to the cafe while Muzna went somewhere else.

"You are not going anywhere," he repeated after turning around and staring at me.

"They will hurt you if you go," he said quietly, looking in the direction Muzna had gone.

"Haven't you already crushed my heart and hurt me deeply?" I questioned him with pain in my voice, and he wanted to say something, but Muzna arrived just then.

"We will drop you off, and do not worry, I told mum you were with us buying a dress," she said with an evil smirk, and Wasim stood there silently, watching everything.

Why was Wasim not saying anything to her?whose she to him ?

He did not even compliment me on my dress.

We arrived at the mansion, and all I wanted to do was run away from these people. I assumed Wasim was different and would not hurt me.

"Finally she is here, you can see her," Malika said excitedly, dragging me to where a family sat. I never said anything, but I gave it a chance and listened to my heart, and in the end it broke into a million pieces.

"She is beautiful," the guy sitting in the distance complimented me, but did I want to hear it?The one I wanted to hear was simply silently watching me be given away to someone else.

"I would like to marry her," the guy said confidently, while I sat silently, wondering why Wasim did all that?

"Say yes," Malika whispered in my ear, and I silently prayed to Allah for guidance.

"Yes," I said in a low and calm voice. I did not even know the guy, and these people were already selling me off because they were discussing how much money the guy's family would offer them if they gave him me.

It was strictly business.

"That is enough," a voice echoed throughout the mansion, and my eyes widened.
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Please no more drama, little did she know this was just beginning .

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To be continued....

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