Arranged Marriage

Chapter 11

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Jameer POV

Saniya marched in with a breathtaking view. Wow i have to admit that black dress she wore screamed sophisticated. A short sleeve body fit.
Her silk luscious hair was now dye  red and cut  in layers flowing as each step she takes approaching me. She had on a pair of long black earrings  with matching chain, and to end it off she had on a 6 inch wedge.

She marched towards me passing Imran on the way barely managing to choke out "hello" while throwing him a distasteful look. Imran replied hello in a mocking tone before deciding that he should be leaving.

Before leaving he muttered loud enough for Saniya to hear, "the feeling is mutual."

"Oh my God!" I Said loud enough for both of them to hear.

I really don't know when these two will learn to love and accept each other.

Imran  halt and give me a quizzical look while saniya just scoffed.
Saniya being herself used the opportunity to annoy him more by crashing her lips on mine.

He shook his head and began walking, saying  ,"fear Allah."
Shutting the door on his way out.

On cue, she sat on my lap. But there was just one thought on my mind, the invitation. I mean eventually she will come to know.  The voice in my head said she will never allow this, confirming what I already know. But if I don't do this, I will not gain any of my dad's wealth.

I unconsciously stared right at the wedding invitation lying on my desk giving away what I was hiding.

"Baby," she called out to me.

"Huh? Yeah boo?"

With a slight turn her eyes landed on My wedding invitation. I cursed under my breath knowing fully well what was coming as I mentally face palmed myself.

"Holy f***," she stood up and grabbed the invitation. Reading the name of that wretched witch, "Ameera  followed by weds jameer!" She read aloud.

"What is this Jameer?" She held the invitation up, fuming. "Jameer answer me."

"A wedding invitation." She glared ,

"My wedding invitation."

"Your wedding invitation?" Emphasizing on the your.

"Yeah." She lost it, "this was supposed to be my right. How can you do this to me? Ohh! I get it! You want to break up with me. That's why you don't value our relationship." She let it all out in one breath as she continued ranting. She kept chanting the names written on the invitations like a mantra over and over and each time she read it she began boring daggers into my skin. She turns towards me giving me a death glare.

"Who is this lil bi*** , she screeched,  Can you explain" She was fuming so hard I saw  imaginary smoke emanating from her ears.

I have to do something. "Calm down, calm down!" I tried reasoning with her.