Aasim's POV

I said my final good bye to my family before getting into the car and headed to my new house at maitama district. As I drive around the quiet street of Abuja, I kept thinking of how baba kinda forced me into marrying a girl I don't even know. A nineteen for crying out loud.

It's even too late to do anything. Everything has been done, I can't do anything about it. I'll just try and cope with her; that's the only thing I can do.

I finally arrived at the house. I parked my car at the parking spot and hopped out. I went into the house straight to the dinning area and kept the food I bought. I sat there for a minute before heading to Hafsa's room; just to check on her. I took a deep breath before I opened the door. I'm ready to see the worse.

"Salamu alaikum" I said.This is the girl I got married to? This will work out fine!

I saw a beautiful innocent creature waiting for me. She was dressed in a purple fitted gown that fitted her body perfectly. Her head was open. I can see her silky black hair. She quickly covered it with her scarf when she caught me looking at it.

Her beautiful face captured my heart already. The way she looked at me with her stunning dark brown eyes, it made me go over the moon. Her skin kept glowing. It looked soft!

"Wa'alaikumus Salam. (Peace be upon you too)" She answered with her soothing voice bringing me back from my reverie.

I cleared my throat. "I hope you're fine." I voiced out. "Yes Alhamdulillah." She answered. "Okay, let's go and eat cause I know you must be hungry" I smiled at her, she smiled back and nodded.

"Can you excuse me for a minute, I need to change into something comfy." She said politely and I nodded.

Hafsa's POV

The more I played Aasim's voice in my head the more I feel blithe. He made me smile the minute I saw his handsome face. The way he looked into my eyes, I could feel the butterflies in my stomach going wild.

He was wearing a white kaftan which made him look handsome and attractive. He had his hands in his pocket throughout our little conversation. I'm still depressed about how baba forced me into marrying Aasim. That's not even right in Islam, to force someone into marrying someone they don't love. I'm still a teenager for Allah's sake.

A month ago...

I just got back from school. I was so tired and hungry. "Ya Hafsa, baba wants to speak to you." Layla came into my room. "Oh, Okay!" That was the only thing I could say.

I wore my hijab and went to his room. "Salamu Alaykum." I muttered
"Wa'alaikums salam, come in" he answered. I sat down on the carpet while he was on his bed.

"Hafsa how was lectures today?" He asked. "Alhamdulillah baba." I answered. "MashaAllah. Hafsa you know my best friend Alhaji Mukhtar Galadima, right?" He queried. "Yes baba I know him." I nodded. "Good. Do you know his son, Aasim?" He asked. "No, I only know ruqayyah and nafeesah" I replied.

"Alhaji Mukhtar came up with a great idea to make our friendship stronger and I agreed on the idea." Baba grinned which made me curious. I wasn't liking where it was going. Something is wrong. "You'll be Aasim's wife in a month In Shaa Allah (If Allah wills)"

I gasped loudly. "No! Baba!"

"What? Do you have a problem with it?" He asked. "Yes baba I do, I can't marry him. I'm not even ready, baba I'm too young to get married. I don't even-----"

"Will you shut up? Who do you think you're talking to? Am I your mate?! I wasn't asking for your opinion, I was just informing you because you are the bride!" He  bayed at me which made me to startle. Baba has never yelled at me like that! He sometimes is strict but he never yelled like that.

"But baba I don't even know him." I tried to reason with him. "You'll get to know him after the wedding. Now get out!" He said, coldly. I stood up and left the room wiping my warm tears.

I ran to my room and jumped on my bed. Why will baba do this to me. Why me? One minute he's being a loving and caring father and the next he's all grumpy and annoying.

Knock knock!

A knock came from the door bringing me back from my train of thoughts. I quickly wore my shirt and went to check who it was. Yeah it's my good looking husband.

"Am I disturbing?" He asked. He was now wearing a grey sweatpants and a black shirt. "No let's go, I'm done." I replied and closed the door behind me. "Okay" he flashed me a smile which made the butterflies in my stomach go wild.

We walked downstairs, passed the well furnitured living room and into the dinning area. The dinning room was looking really beautiful. My mom and sister really did a great job in decorating my house. Our house.

Aasim sat on the dinning chair using his phone while I opened the takeaway he brought. "Is that the kitchen?" I pointed at a door. "Yes." he smiled. This guy has no idea what happens to me whenever he smiles.

I walked into the kitchen. "Wow" was the only word I could say. The kitchen was really huge and beautiful. I walked further into the kitchen looking for plates.

I checked almost everywhere but I couldn't find the plates. I looked up and spotted them at the highest cabinet. Who on earth arranged them there when they know I'm short? "How the heck am I going to get these plates now?" I thought to myself. I stretched my hand but I failed. I tried again and again.

"Need any help?" A deep voice said behind me. "No I don't." I replied. "Yes you do" he walked to where I was, brought out the plates and gave it to me. "Thanks!" I said collecting the plates from his hand.

We went back to the dinning. I served him first then served myself. I sat opposite him, keeping a good distance between us.

We started digging in. We were both lost in our thoughts. I looked at him and quickly lowered my gaze when I saw him looking at me.

I looked at him again and saw him still looking at me. "Is there something on my face?" I asked him. "No, not at all" he replied and continued eating. I smiled and went back to eating.

We were finally done eating. He started packing the plates. "No Aasim just leave it, I'll take care of the plates" I tried to collect the plates but he refused to give me. "No I'm not supposed to allow you to work for now. My mom said brides aren't supposed to work for at least one week" he said then packed the plate to the kitchen.

What he said made me blush. "Okay lemme help you." I followed him. "No don't worry. I know you're tired, just go and rest. And if you need anything my room is next to yours." he smiled. "Uhmm okay!" I murmured and headed upstairs.

I jumped on my queen sized bed. I covered my body with the duvet. It was so soft. I used the remote to turn on the air conditioner.

So this is how I'm going to spend the rest of my life with a guy that doesn't even give a damn about me. I know he was forced to marry me, I just know it.

I mean who am I kidding, what will a hot guy like him do with a girl like me. I'll just try as hard as I can not to fall for him. That will be hard but I will try. He's just so attractive.

Aasim's POV

After I finished doing the dishes, I went upstairs to my room. I sat on my bed before lying down. "I'm so tired" I murmured. I glanced at the wall clock and saw it was already past ten.

I know probably by now Hafsa is asleep. Should I go check on her? No! I'll look like I'm into her or something. She looked hot with her pink sweat pants and white Shirt. I'm starting to fall for her even though I just met her today.

It's like she got me under a spell. Looking at her face is now my hobby. I know she doesn't like me but I kinda like her, I really do. I'm a stranger to her but with time we'll get to know each other. That's if she wants us to.

My lovely wife, I'm starting to fall for. I don't think I can ever express my feelings to Hafsa because I don't want my heart to get broken. I can't bare the pain. I will stay as far as I can from her......

Hey there😊💜. So this is the first chapter. Hope you liked it. Don't forget to
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