Against My Will © 2012, Zaazzzy.
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''Picture of the mansion Khushi's relatives live in,''---------------> Its gorgeous. LMAO
Chapter 1 ღ
I stared out the window into the dreary scene. Distance splattering sounds came from the rain. I could hear the wind shuffling the trees, making a delicate whoosh sound. The small droplets of water left trails as they rolled down my window pane. I gently put my hand outside and felt the rain splashing my hand, I instantly felt comforted and content. It’s amazing how such little things can make me happy. I sighed as I packed the rest of my things, trying not to think of my planned summer.
‘Khushi,’ shouted my older brother, running up the stairs like a mad horse. He burst open my door. His hair were wet from the rain. ‘Hurry Khushi, dad’s getting impatient,’ he said his voice out of breath. He flipped his hair back and furrowed his eyebrows in thought.
‘This has got to be the worst summer vacation. Who in their right mind wants to spend their summer and more in Pakistan?’ he huffed angrily, pacing around my room.
‘We’ve been over this Imran,’ I sighed. ‘Dad is not going to change his mind. His beloved brother want us at his son and daughter’s wedding. As much as I don’t want to go. We have no choice. I honestly don’t even want to go to these wedding,’ I said with an aggravated groan, thinking about my booked tickets for Oxygen and summer camp.
‘He’s twenty one, honestly who the fuck gets married that early.’ he sighed, frustrated.
‘Oh, come on it won’t be that bad, I’m sure we’ll have fun,’ I said trying to lift up the mood.
‘Four months Khushi, four fucking months,’ he laughed dryly and picked up some of my bags and walked down stairs.
I sighed and dreaded the coming four months. ‘Khushi beta (darling),’ called mum. ‘Coming mum.’ I shouted and took one last look at my lilac coloured room filled chimes and inspirational posters. I’m going to miss this for the next four months, so this trip better be worth me sacrificing my fun filled summer.
‘Khushi, where is your hijab?’ frowned dad. ‘My what?’ I asked raising my perfectly plucked eyebrow.
‘Your hijab, young lady. Sabah, I told you to make sure she wears a scarf. She cannot visit Pakistan without wearing a scarf. What will Baba and the rest say?’ He glared at mom.
Mum sighed. ‘Khushi, here take this,' she said giving me a leopard print scarf.
‘Wear it when you get off the plane immediately. We don’t want your Uncles and Aunts complaining now do we,’ she remarked sarcastically looking at my dad.
They both glared at each other and muttered under their breath. Mum did not want to go to Pakistan. She doesn't like my dad’s brother's wifes and vice versa. There have always been feuds between mum and dad’s brothers wives and there are five of them.
I got into the backseat. ’At least we’ll get to see some heated arguments and fights over there,’ I chuckled. Imran glared at me and shook his head.
The only thing that kept me sane on the plane was wattpad. I think I managed to read at least fifteen books.
‘We’re here,’ exclaimed dad happily, giving the old couple in front of us a fright. I giggled hysterically and got looks from everyone on the plane. My mom helped me wear the scarf and we went outside. My god, it was roasting. Dad wouldn’t let me take off the cardigan which made Imran laugh and mum shake her head. It was so dusty and noisy. There were people everywhere, shouting, screaming and laughing. Imran had to hold my hand , as I was about to get to get lost in the crowd. I clutched my brother’s arm and we went outside. There was no moon, but the night looked bright and twinkled with stars.
It was hotter outside, extremely hot. The searing heat attacked us like a moth to a flame. I started prespiring instantly and looked at the crowd of people who were hugging family and friend. Some crying, some laughing. I smiled as I took in the sight.
|Gaspard Ulliel||as Zayyad|
|Nina Dobrev||as Khushi|