Meant To Be (Islamic Love Story)

Chapter 10

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"It means i'll be in charge" she said, ever so confident.

"Not while I'm around" I responded.

"Yeah we'll see about that"

The rest of the ride was an "okay" sort of silence.

Rahmat was staring out the window and listening to nasheks or whatever the hell their called.

Muslim music. There we go.

I, on the other hand just kept steeling glances from her and she didn't notice. Which, to my extent was a relief.

She just looked so....

Breathtaking.

Yeah that's the word.....

After a while of just being in the car, we finally got home. To my home.

"These heels are killing me, get my bag from the trunk" she muttered.

"Wha-"

"Just get it" she snapped.

"Sure thing princess" I was seriously starting to get annoyed by her attitude.

I grabbed her tote bag and gave it to her. She pulled out some sneakers.

"You carry around sneakers?"

"Nope, I just packed them, cause I knew I was going to hate these heels"

She slipped on her sneakers and normally walked go the entrance of our mansion.

I thought it was cute though. She was wearing sneakers, and a lengha which is something you don't see everyday.

"Wow this mansion is huge. No wonder you're so spoiled. Your a rich brat" she said.

"Right....I'm spoiled" I muttered sarcastically.

"Well technically yeah. My house isn't all that fancy. And I don't rely on money for my happiness" she muttered.

I growled and opened the door. There, stood the tall blonde girl whom was known as my ex girlfriend...

"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE GETTING MARRIED?! WHO IS THIS?!"
She yelled.

Rahmat rolled her eyes.

"Somehow I knew this would happen" Rahmat mumbled before leaving upstairs.

I was going to show her around, but she'll find her way around.

"Jennifer, what are you doing here"

"I came to show you my love" she said. She smelt of alcohol and cigarettes, as always.

"No, Jennifer I'm married, and how did you even get in. You're the one that said you were breaking up with me"

"I know and I regret it. I need someone to teach me lessons" she said, coming close.

"Stop, get out" I muttered.

"No-"

"OUT"

"Fine Aseef, I'll just find another guy" she said, marching out.

Ewww.

Why did I let her in my life in the first place?

I sighed and went upstairs.

I saw Rahmat, in the middle of the hallway, rummaging through her suitcases.

"What on earth are you doing? And why are in the middle of the hallway?" I hollered.

"Why do you even care?" she challenged.

"Well, its my house, its my rules right?" I said.

"Well, technically it's my house too now" she began.

"Sorry, 'honey' but we're going to have to share now" she smirked.

I narrowed my eyes at her. How does she manage to walk in and think she can control me? Who gave her that right?

"Who gave you the right to argue back like that?"

"Well technically, we're married, so you're just as equal as I"

"Whatever" I muttered.

"Aww are you upset cause you lost this argument?" she cooed.

"Shut up" I muttered.

"Hey where do I put all of this?" She asked.

"Guest room"

"Where is that? Wait aren't I supposed to be sleeping with you?" she asked.

"Ohh you wanna sleep with me?" I replied with a wink.

"Oh my god! You know what I meant!!" She yelled.

She went red.

"Just show me the damn guest room"

"Down the hall, to the right" I answered.

"Thank you"

She started walking off, until she called my name.

"ASEEF! Where's the bathroom?" she asked.

I love the way she says my name. The way it rolls off of her tongue.....

It makes me feel like I'm in heaven. Its as if I could easily indulge into her voice.

I should really become a poet.

"WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING ME?" she yelled.

That's when I realized that she had her scarf wrapped loosely around her head. I was able to see her hair.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?" she said smirking.

What.

She knew exactly I was staring.

And she was smirking.

In this situation the girl would usually blush.

But IM THE ONE BLUSHING.

WHAT THE FUCK?!

"Fine I'll go find it myself" she muttered.

Before she could turn away, I quickly tugged her scarf off.

It was as if every went in slow motion. The second her scarf flew off both of our eyes widened.

Without a doubt she started yelling and bickering.

Although I could barely hear anything she was saying.

I was too busy admiring the way she looked.

She is beautiful...