Zara's POV

After that jerk left, I head inside too. I start to get really worried. What will happen if he really meant it? How can he straightforwardly babble that I am not his type? Maybe he likes someone else.

But the biggest problem is to change my father's mind to not get me married to him which is insurmountable so far. He seems to cherish his friend so much and according to him, Mr. Adeel Raissani has a big role in what my father is today.

Armaan is sitting next to his father talking to my dad. A smug emerges on his face when he notices me. I roll my eyes at him. He motions me to talk to my father through his eye movements.

What does he think of himself? I sit next to dad and ignore him completely. I peep at my Dad's direction from the side of my eyes who is smiling and laughing at his father's jokes. How should I start the conversation? I myself don't want to live with a jerk who disgusts me even before marriage.

"Dad, I want to talk to you," I whisper in his ear. He glances at me with a confused expression.

"Please," I again whisper pleadingly.

"Okay, let the guests leave first Zara." He whispers back in a firm attitude.

Our voices were so low that those father, son can't even listen. I sigh helplessly.

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"How can you say that, Zara? You were all ready for this marriage a day ago," Dad bursts onto me as soon as he gets to know my intentions.

I don't tell him about that jerk that it is he actually who told me to do, fearing he may do something to me.

"Dad please, I still want to continue my studies and I will marry after my Masters. I promise." I say holding his big hand in my both hands.

Maybe study excuse can change my Dad's intention because he's really careful toward my studies. He smiles and pats my head with his other hand.

"Zara, I have already talked about this matter to Adeel, and Armaan will let you study as much as you want after marriage so don't worry about studies."

Wow! So they have already planned everything.

I pout and let go of my father's hand in disappointment. Each way leads to darkness for me.

" Look child," Dad lifts my chin.

"Armaan is really a nice guy and Adeel is my best friend. He has helped me so much and I have been under the burden of his generosity for years. He has asked me a favor for the first time and I want to give him. I know Armaan will take good care of you, I know him from his childhood. He is a good guy, he will keep you happy," Dad is really crying now.

Huh! Good guy who will keep me happy. In your dreams Dad.

I can't see my dad crying. I say yes and hug him. I will bear all the lousy things for the sake of his happiness.

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Only one month is left in my marriage. After that day when he came with his father, he never contacts me nor do I. I wonder what will happen to me. Will he really treat me badly?

I wake up from sleep just now when my best friend Aila came to my room. She was grinning ear to ear. She got so angry at first that I didn't tell her anything about my marriage. But then I tell her it was sudden for me too at which she accepts on one condition that I will let her talk to Armaan.

"You are getting married, Zoye. I am so happy." She hugs me tightly.

I hope I could be happy too. I smile at her lazily.

"Show me his picture." She breaks the hug and nudges my elbow playfully.

"Who?" I ask raising a brow.

That was another thing, I know really well about who she is talking about.

"My future dulha Bhai," She replies winking and I shake my head not believing she has actually said it. I cringe at her selection of words.
(A/N Dulha Bhai: Brother in law)

I can't even say no to her when I already have his picture and phone number send by my father. She will ask millions of questions and may become suspicious too. I sigh and show her, his picture on my phone.

Her eyes get wider and her lips part a little in awe.

"He is so damn handsome. You hit a jackpot, " She beams in excitement and I shake my head over her silliness.

"Let me talk to him, I am sure you have his number."

I glare at her. She is now getting on my nerves. I would die rather than call him from my own phone. Before I could say anything, she snatches my phone from my hand.

"Hey, Aila!"

"Under which name have you save his number, don't tell me its some lovey-dovey name huh?" She asks me mischievously.

This girl is insane. She will do what she wants, no matter what.

"Give me." I snatch the phone back from her hand and dial his number and give the phone back to her.

To make things worse, Aila put the call on speaker. I am sure, he wouldn't have my number. My heart skips a beat when I hear a deep voice saying hello.

"Armaan bhai, is that you?" Aila asked and I facepalmed myself.

"Yes I am, who are you?"

"This is your future wife's best friend. People call me Aila."

"Oh I see. Nice to meet you."

"Well you know, this girl always talks about you to me and purpose of discussion...."

I glare at her and immediately snatch the phone from her hand and end the call.

"Have you gone insane, what the rubbish you were talking to him?" I yell and she starts laughing insanely.

I throw my pillow at her and then our pillow fight starts which ends up with both of us laughing and out of breath lying on my bed.

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Today is the day of my marriage. I wear a golden blouse with red embroidered lehenga.

But it is all private with few people including relatives of ours and his family. I don't get it why Mr. Raissani wants marriage on a small level. But my father respects his wish and I get married as he wants.

I notice Armaan was all quite the whole time. His jaw was clenched hard and he didn't glance at me once. It is the time of the wedding dinner which I clearly wasn't interested in.

"So you didn't obey what I have told you." Armaan says in a low voice.

I raise a brow in confusion and turn my head towards his direction. He is not even looking at me, his eyes fix in the front with a fake smile on his face.

"I had no other choice," I reply firmly.

I saw his lips curled up to form a smirk. What is in his mind?

"A rich girl like you who's father loves her more than anything else has no other choice, so has your boyfriend dumped you, or are you disabled?" He still looks at the front, giving an idea to the guests we are talking normally.

He is insulting me and I really wanted to punch him hard and break his perfect nose. I curl my fingers in a tight fist in order to control my anger.

" You..." I stop when I notice Aila who was coming towards our direction.

I flinch when I feel his face a few inches away from my face, I am in shock at what he whispered in my ear.

"Get ready to face the hell."

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