*Prologue*
"You wanted to see me dad!" said the young boy, entering his father's office, with a confused expression. This rarely happened so it must be very important.
"Yes Zayn, take a seat" the grey haired man signed to the chair in front of himself. He cleared his throat as he watched his 19 year old son sit down, oblivious about what was expecting him.
"Why am I here?" asked the boy slowly, scared he did something he wasn't allowed to, and his father would blame his beloved mother for having an irresponsible child.
"We have to talk about a serious matter" The boy nodded, feeling even more afraid then before. This was more serious then what he feared. "Zayn, you know our company is big. One of the biggest in Europe actually, but not THE biggest...That's what we want this company to be, and as the only heir, you'll get everything after I'm gone. I took a decision, it is for your best believe me! I thought for a long time, and found a way to become even more powerful. I also talked to Mr. Styles, you've heard about him. We decided that the best thing would be that you marry his daughter, she is one year older than you. That way, we join forces and become the company with the biggest capital in Europe. It will all be yours, Alice's and Harry's"
The young lad stared open mouthed at his father. How could he be so calm, when he was practically destroying his own son's future? How could he make his son, marry someone he never met?!
"I can't! I don't even know her... I don't LOVE her" replied the boy putting special empathizes on the word 'Love'
"You'll meet her soon enough, and you'll start loving her in time" The older man, placed his hands firmly in front of himself on the table.
"No! I won't marry her" Zayn stood up, and headed for the door. He couldn't understand why his father was doing this, he thought his father loved him!
"You will, or you'll have to give up everything you have" those words made the boy stop, just before closing the door behind him. He turned around and looked at his father "Close that door, walk away, and I'll disown you. You'll lose everything you have, family, friends, car, school... everything" The boy's eyes widened. He knew he couldn't leave now, he wasn't prepared for losing everything he was used to! He bit his lip, turning to his previous seat.
"Good choice" commented the older
"Why are you doing this?" Said Zayn in a pained voice
"It's for your own good. It'll be the best for you" said Yaser calmly, even though emotions were boiling inside of him.
"We both know it's not the best. Father please, just let me go and we'll forget about this"
"No" his father simply answered. The boy stood up again. He knew he wasn't able to do anything, he couldn't leave
"When am I getting married? I assume after I finish college, since I just started it this year..."
"No, that's a way to long time. You'll get married in three months"
"WHAT? But..." The look his father gave him, made Zayn shut up "Whatever you say father" Zayn looked down, making his father nod
"We'll go to the Styles' tomorrow, and you'll propose" That line signaled that the conversation was over, so the boy nodded, and walked outside the office cursing, tears picking his eyes.
He considered marriage like something sacred. When people got married, they had to be in love... he wanted to be in love.
* In the meanwhile - Lunch at the Styles' *
The family was eating quietly. The young siblings looked at their parents who had serious face expressions. Nothing new, but you could almost taste the tension in the air.
"What's wrong?" the curly haired boy asked. The older man sighed, dropping his fork and knife and intertwined his hands on the table
"Alice, you're getting married" Ali's fork fell from her hand on the plate making a loud noise, as she turned her head to face her father.
"Connor asked for my hand? That's so old fashioned, but I LOVE IT" Alice clapped her hands, her face lighting up
"He didn't. Me and Yaser Malik had a conversation and decided that you and his son Zayn will get married"
"You're kidding right?" he young girl laughed humorlessly
"No, I'm not" the man said seriously
"But dad... I have a boyfriend and I love him" she screamed
"Don't you yell at me young lady. You'll do as I say" the man hit the table forcefully
"I'm mature, you can't make me do anything"
"Yes I can"
"No!"
"Watch me" her father provoked
"What are you going to do, threaten me with a gun?" the girl snorted
"No, your fortune."
"You wouldn't" Alice protested
"Oh, but I would, I'll leave everything I have to Harry" The girl opened and closed her mouth not knowing what to say, but then continued
"I don't care! Connor might not be as rich as you are, but I love him. I'll move in with him"
"And I'll make sure, to make your life a living hell" the old man narrowed his eyes, glaring at his daughter. The girl's face soon got wet from the tears flowing down her face
"Connor..."
"Forget about him! Zayn will be your fiancé, he'll be here tomorrow to propose"
"He agreed to this?"
"I don't care, you two WILL get married"
"I'm never going to be happy, and it'll be your fault. You're forcing me into something I don't want"
"Me and your mother had an arranged marriage, and we're still together" stated the man
"But are you happy?" the boy finally spoke again, defending his beloved sister
"Don't interfere" snapped the man at his son. Alice stormed to her room crying, her brother followed her saying comforting words, even though he knew that his own father had planned a miserable, unhappy life for his sister.
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This is the prologue of my next story! So how do you like the idea?
I have the plot already in my head, but I'll probably change it in time, just like I always do! The next chapter will be up soon... I hope.
So vote, comment and make me happy :D
XxxXx Emma
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Arranged Marriage - (Zarry Stylik) ✔️
Fanfiction-Zayn Malik has everything he wants, it only takes a snap of his fingers, and everything he requires is given him. It's all the work of his rich and powerful Father, but what will happen, when Zayn's dad forces him, to marry the daughter of another...
