"Ok ma'am, maybe you are right. But what do you want from me? Why have you even kidnapped me?" I asked her annoyed while glaring at her. I couldn't believe I was agreeing with her right now. 

"Oh nothing much baby boy, I just want you to get married to my daughter. And if you agree, I will leave you. As simple as that." She smirked, making me shocked. As I looked at her once again, I realised that she wasn't too old, maybe in her late thirties. And she wanted me to marry her daughter? How old was her daughter again? Was this some kind of child marriage? And what about her daughter's studies and dreams? Didn't she had any? 

Ya Allah! What was even happening? Where was I stuck?

._._._. 

• He was just trying to save his sister and get them back home safely. 

• She was just trying to live her life without any drama. 

• Just one incident and their whole life is changed for forever. 

What will happen when he gets kidnapped and forced to get married to a total stranger? Actually, why would a mother kidnap a stranger to get him married to her daughter in the first place? What will happen when his parents get to know? Will his parents agree? Will they ever fall in love and live together? Or will it just be a failed marriage? Are there more secrets to unfold as they set on their journey? 

But most of all, what will happen when promises are made unexpectedly. Will it bring them closer or drift them apart?

To find out, hop in to read what happens and how their life unfolds. How their fates seal together and how the secrets, if there are any, unfolds.

Unexpected Promises

"Finally!" Amira exclaimed in exasperation as she plopped down on the couch as soon as we entered our two room house. Our 'home for the next few days.' Or until when we stay here. We couldn't be too sure about anything when we were with ammi. Especially after yesterday's events. 


It didn't look too bad, the house I meant. But I could care less about noticing anything at that time! I felt so tired and sleepy. Bringing our stuff in the drawing room or living room, whatever it was, I plopped down on the couch beside her as I saw ammi surveying the house with sceptical eyes. 


"I'm so tired!" I moaned while finally taking off my niqab and throwing my head back on the couch. "Turn on the ac, will you?" I asked her, now taking off my hijab. 


"Don't ask me to do stuff." She pouted before doing as I said. 


"Jazak Allahu Khairan." I murmured in gratitude, finally feeling a bit better. 


Chapter 68