"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

There were stains of dried tear drops on the pages, an indication that she was crying while writing this. And I was too. I didn't even know this happened with ammi while we remained unaware of it. It happened just four months after abbu's death. I think that was the first time when ammi left our house after abbu's death, and that too to look for a job to support us and keep herself occupied, and this happened? 


I remember that when she returned back that day, she didn't leave the house again for the next few weeks, maybe even months. And the door and windows of our house always used to remain closed. Our groceries and necessities used to be brought to our house by mamu or Emaan and her brothers. 


It was a difficult time, a very confusing one for me and Amira. We used to cuddle together and sleep at night, wondering if ammi would come to sleep with us tonight. Or if she would at least come to peck our foreheads and tell us goodnight. 


Chapter 164