When I was eight years old, my mom told me not to love any guy, because she already had my future husband in her hands. I was only eight years old, how was I supposed to know she was telling the truth?
Samaar Ahmed lives her whole life not loving or crushing on anyone. Not because her mom told her not to, but because she thinks it is useless. Love is only a name, and if she ever felt a liking for a small crush, she would dismiss the idea of having feelings for that guy. She was born in Canada with a Saudi Arabian background. She didn't like culture, but she did love Islam. When she asks for clothes, she only asks for abayas, skirts and hijab. When she makes friends, she make good friends. But when her family loses all their money, where will they go?
Samaar has to change high schools and move into her father's best friend's house. What she doesn't know is that her fiance and her are under the same roof. And she refuses to believe she will have to marry such a smart, weird, and stiff guy who happens to be a year older than her.