"Yes." I blew this word out and 'Mubarak' echoed in the hall. Everyone was happy and feeding each other sweets of happiness.

Why did I said yes, when I don't want to get marry any time soon. It's because the man I'm going to marry have this cute little doll as a daughter, MA sha Allah. How can I say no after seeing such cute baby named 'Zara'.

His name is 'Jibran', father of the beautiful daughter. His wife passed away while giving birth to their daughter. 'Zara' is 5 months old now and they were searching for a suitable woman to take care of both of them. Hence they are here.

"Jibran, wants to talk to you." Amreen, his mother said while handing me her phone. I looked at puphjaan, and she nodded at my direction that means I can talk with him.

"Assalamualikum." I tried to be confident but my nervousness kicked in and my voice came out as a murmur. I doubt that he heard me.

"Walikumassalam." A stern voice came from the other line. By his voice you can imagine a man with glasses, long face, always serious look on his face and don't miss the suit with a tie, who is ready to seal a deal. But his picture speaks different conclusion about him. He is smiling while looking at his daughter like she is his treasure. Of course, she is.

I opened my mouth to ask him how he is doing but closed it the next second because I thought it will be too inappropriate. Haha stupid I know. Even he didn't speak for a second or two.

"Mom said me that you said yes?" He asked, was he confirming?

"Yes." I answered, everyone in the hall had their eyes on me. What do you expect me to say anything more? After saying 'yes' for an answer I face palmed mentally cause I didn't thought it is a good reply, then next moment I thought it is the best reply, this is what happen when I'm way too nervous.

"I wanted to tell you that. I'm marrying just for the sake of 'Zara' don't expect anything from me." Yes, he said that. I literally skip a heart beat.

"Okay." I whispered, I taught myself to not have any expectations from any one other than Allah. He was honest and I like it. At least, I'm not being kept in the shadows now. I love his daughter and I always wanted a cute daughter, so even we didn't get marry. I was planning on kidnapping Zara.

"You don't have problem with that?" He asked in quite surprised.

"No." I replied.

"Are you being forced to marry me?" He asked not believing my words.

"No." I said.

"Okay, Allah Hafiz." He supplied on the other end.

"Allah Hafiz, fiamaan Allah" I said while nodding which is my habit. That was quick I thought it will take much time, man with few words. Hmm......

Author's note:

Assalamualikum,
Hope you all are doing good.