Samar's P.O.V.

"Aaga beta?" (You are here?) Amma said. smiling at me as everyone sat around the table for dinner. I reluctantly smiled at her, as I took off my shoes and walked over to everyone pulling out Wafa's ring out of my pocket. "Ring lekar?" (Did you bring the ring?)

"Ji," (Yes) I said softly before handing it to Wafa, for her to put it on herself not wanting another scene created by her. Wafa gratefully took it from me and quickly slipped it on her ring finger as I sat down for dinner beside her. I was starving, I completely forgot to eat lunch today, as I was busy pushing for her school project to get the approval from the board that it deserved. 

Bauji cleared his throat, "How was work?" A question Wafa should have asked me but she was too busy chatting away with Bhabhi as I poured food which was also her duty to serve me food. 

"It was fine," I say tiredly, "How was your day?"

"Good," He said, "I actually have an announcement to make." I look over at Baba confused who just shrugged his shoulders indicating that he was oblivious to this as well. The table quieted. down as soon as he said those words.  

"Kya hua Bauji?" (What is it Bauji?) Wafa asked curiously, 

Bauji smiled at her, as he pulled out tickets from underneath the table, "It is a wedding gift that I was unable to provide when you two first. got married." He pushed the tickets towards Wafa and I.   Wafa took them hesitantly, as the color drained from her face, "Honeymoon tickets. " My heart dropped to my stomach as soon as he said those words, "For one week before all the festivities start for our Meera's wedding." 

"We can't accept these." Wafa said almost immediately, "I won't get days off of work Bauji I am sorry, and I am sure it is the same for Samar right?" She glared at me almost. daring me to say something different. 

I cleared my throat, "She is right Bauji, I am sorry. There is so much workload that. I still have to do, and taking a week off before the wedding, it will be a shit show when I go back after everything." It was clear that her and I were making excuses but the hateful looks Wafa was giving me, I would do anything to avoid. "Sorry," 

"Samar, Wafa." Baba said almost sternly, "You two are being rude." I looked at me. shocked, I thought he would be clear with the situation the two of us were stuck in but he was reacting the complete opposite. "Bauji bought these with his own money and out of his own happiness."

"I understand that," I say, "But-"

"What am I and Atif for?" He interrupted me, I looked over at Amma for support but she kept her head down. "We can handle the office, and Wafa, I am. sure the school will run without you there."

Wafa inhaled sharply, "Baba -"

"You two are going to end of discussion." Baba said firmly, "After dinner, I suggest you. two get packing, the flight is late tommorow afternoon."

My stomach began to hurt as Wafa's hands began to shake in anger, I quieted down as Bauji kept his gaze firm on the two of us. Tonight is going to be a complete shit show. . .no one can save me from her anger tonight. . .no one. 

.  . .

Waliyah's P.O.V.

I impatiently pace in Samar's room as my hands continuously shake in both anxiousness and. anger.  I cannot beleive this is fucking happening, I seriously cannot fucken comprehend it. Why the fuck Baba and Amma think this is a good idea. I do not even want to be in this house let alone go to fucking Greece alone with this asshole. 

I do NOT want anything to do with him.  I hear the door slowly creek open as I cross my arms glaring at him as he steps into his own room scared. "Please, hear me out." Samar said softly,  "I seriously had no idea that Bauji was planning all of this I swear.' That I knew, by his reaction, I know that he had no idea.  "I have just come from his room basically begging him not to send us Wafa, but he is adamant. There is nothing that. I can do that." Tapping my foot I wait for his splurge to finish, "Please, just don't scream."

"Fuck off," I snapped, "Do NOT try to manage me right now Samar." I take a step closer to him, "This is the reason why I didn't want to come back because our parents cannot come to the realization that you and I do not want to be together. My parents are the same, and so are yours, there is no fucking coincidence that Amma and Baba are no longer helping us with this situation. They want us to "fix" something that cannot be fixed."

Samar exhaled sharply, "What do you want me to do Wafa? Fight with them? We are not going to win."

"I am not going!" I exclaim, "We should just tell Bauji and end. this drama before they begin to imagine grandkids. Which are not going to happen because I hate you."

Samar walked around me and loosened his tie as he sat on his bed, "Yeah, well I am not quite fond of you either Wafa. I hate the way you talk to me, and I hate the way you behave around me." I roll my eyes as he says that. This is exactly the way he treated me, "The only reason why I am tolerating it is for Bauji."

"This is the way you used to speak to me." I say firmly, "So get fucking use to it."

He stood up narrowing his eyes at me taking a step closer to me as if he was going to intimidate me, I was not the same Wafa anymore, and I was going to make that very clear. "Stop throwing the past in my face Wafa,  it has been a very long time since I spoke to you that, and unless you stop pushing my limits, it is going to take very little for me to turn back to the person who you remember."

"Is that a threat?" I ask tilting my head. to the side, "Because if it is, then know this Samar, I am not the same Wafa who will stand there. and take it. You want to play dirty, then I will play it dirtier understood?" 

Samar leaned down so we were at eye level, "You have no idea how dirty I can play Wafa,"

"I think I have an idea,  I lived with you for four fucking years." I snapped angrily before shoving him back not wanting him to get any closer to me.    He chuckled humourlessly, "What?" I asked, and he continued to laugh, "What is so funny Samar?" I found nothing funny about this situation so I was alittle confused as to what the hell was so amusing to him.  His eyes had a weird type of crazy in them as he continued to laugh, "Samar!" 

He smirked at me as he lazily came back to his original position infront of me, wrapping his arm around my waist he pulled me up against him despite my protests, "Let go of me," I said firmly, but his grip got tighter. "Let go of me, Samar." I hated to admit it, but his presence still bothered me at times.  I didn't like it when he touched me because my body filled with nerves, instead of feeling disgusted I felt. . .something. . .I should have stopped six months ago.  

"You are afraid of me," He stated, "You like to pretend to be tough infront of me Wafa, but you still are afraid of the effect I still have on you." He was right, I was afraid, but I was never going to admit that to him. "This tough exterior you present to me-"

"Is not an exterior Samar," I interrupt him glaring at him as my hands push against his chest, "I am tough, and I am brave. I survived four years with you, I like to beleive that I am the strongest person emotionally and mentally because of the amount of effort you put into breaking me, I am surprised you are sane knowing that you didnt break me."

His smirk fell right off his face as his grip loosened as I spoke the truth, "I am telling you this one last time. Samar, I am not going to Greece with you,  and that is final." I took a step back. breathing out heavily, "I meant it." With the last word I walked. out of his room, and walked into mine locking the door behind me. I slide down. the door letting my body step out of the fight or flight response I was in a few minutes ago. . .I was not going to Greece, not with him.

. . .

Laying on my stomach in bed, I flip to the next page of the book I am reading I smile as the male lead proposes to the female lead. As a young girl, I had dreams of being proposed to in a certian way, but everything was ruined, even my wedding day, I may be the only woman in the world who got married in a hospital room infront of her dying best friend, with a man who absolutely hated her. 

"Wafa,"  I heard Api called through the door, "Wafa, open the door." Groaning that I have to move from my comfortable position, I walk over to the door and unlock it allowing her to bulldoze her way into my room.  She quickly shut the door behind her, once again locking it. I watch her confused by her suspicious behaviour. 

"What are you doing?" I asked her partially amused,  as she dragged me to my bed.  

She looked  at me with all seriousness, "You are going to Greece." She said firmly, 

"Api," I say tired of this discussion knowing Samar put her up to this, "I am not going." Not with him.  "I told him very clearly before he came to you-"

"He-"

"I know he did," I cut her off,  "I am not going Api."

"Wafa, baat ko samajho." (Wafa try and understand the situation) Api said in all seriousness,  "Hating Samar is another thing, but disrespecting Bauji is another thing.  He bought those tickets, and he is giving them to you as a gift. No one told you to actually do the festivities that happen at a Honeymoon."

My cheeks burn as she mentions having sex.  "Just go to Greece, and then you two can do whatever you want." She was right about that. "Think of it as a paid vacation from all the drama here at home. Go to Greece,  and enjoy it. . you do not have to enjoy it with him."

Thinking over her plan I breathe out heavily, "You are right." I say, "Fine, tell him I said I'll go, but he better stick to what he promised."

Api smiled,  "There's the Wafa I know and love, I'll go tell him now." She jumped up off the bed, "Get packing." I watch her run out of my room, as I am left to be alone in my thoughts. .  .

As long as Samar promises to stick to his word.  . maybe this trip won't be as bad as I thought it would. . right?