"I was forced to marry you. This marriage means nothing to me!" His voice raising few octaves in anger. He was pacing back and forth in the room. A tear roll down my cheek and another did, I was crying silently.

"Why?" Was all I can come up with my voice. Every girl had imagined this day to be magical and it was, until few moments ago.

It was an arrange marriage. I was asked if I was okay with this marriage and I thought same happens with him. I didn't know he was forced to marry me. My heart shattered into pieces. I dreamed about this my whole life. I wanted to have a happy married life like any other girl. I know that without rain and thunder storms there are no rainbows or butterflies. But being rejected on the first night is a nightmare you never want to dream of. But, what I was going through was reality.

"They left me no choice!" he said as rashly as he could. It was not my fault that he was forced. So, why am I being treated like this? Anger and sadness was all I could feel. Tears running down my cheeks, at least they gain their freedom.

"It wasn't me who forced you. You should have told me. I would have done something to stop this wedding." I said politely. Raising my voice was something that I was never taught or learned and never ever will I do.

He sat on the couch beside the window and was looking outside. The whole house was decorated with fairy lights. These fairy lights were hiding the chaos of crushed dreams and shattered hearts underneath it.

"Tried that, but didn't work out." He said softly, like losing himself in some memories. Oh! So he tried that with someone before me and it didn't work out, great!

"So, you thought..." I stop abruptly and recited 'أعوذ بالله من الشيطان الرجيم'
because I was getting angry and selfish, of just thinking through my perspective. There must be a strong reason for him to do this to me.

"Why did you do this? Or for whom?" I asked. My eyes are still glistened with tears. It's hard to ask that to the person you thought you are going to spend whole life with.

"Nashra" his voiced echoed in my ears. Because when he said that name there was so much love and pain.

"Why didn't your family let you marry her?" I met this person moment ago and I'm scared of losing him just because I think of him as my husband. But he loved that girl so much, so how hard it is for him to lose her. I can't let that happen. I've to do something for them. As for me I know we'll never live happy even if we continue.

"My mom rejected her cause she is an orphan. She was adopted from an orphanage. So basically no one knows her true religion." He chuckled at the last part in grim. Wow, my mother in law, whom I thought was a great Muslim did that.

"Let's sleep we will do something about it tomorrow" he supplied and closed his eyes. I went to the bathroom. Change My clothes from traditional red lehnga to my sleep wear, adjusted my hijab because I know, I'm gonna be a divorcee soon.