The Arranged Marriage

Chapter 3.

I walked down the stairs taking deep breaths ,I could hear voices from the top of the stairs and I heard one that definitately sounds familiar. Now you know how its like in movies , that you enter a hall and then everyone keeps shut and stares you down , dearest readers my case was the complete opposite. It was as though a shadow had walked in , dad was enthralled in his conversation with a good looking mid age old man. Mum was all smiles focused on the conversation. Quickly taking a seat I noticed that one of the chairs was set ajar as though someone had excused themselves early , well good for them. I am stuck here with dinner I am most definitely going to enjoy. Well at least that's what I thought.

Farouq walked in phone in hand , brows furrowed on that handsome face I had met earlier scratch that-arrogant handsome face. He sat down in a gentle man like manner, which of course did not surprise me. He did not bother greeting me, why of course I am not worthy I roll my eyes at the thought.

Its only then that mama and baba seem to realize that there are people at the table, baba greets him " welcome Farouq, hope it was nothing serious?", in a husky warm voice Farouq replies " nothing I could not handle baba , thanks for your concern" . I roll my eyes and then greet Farouq's uncle . Let's say the dinner was uneventful , Farouq seemed to think his phone more worthy than me, mama and baba were engaged in meaningless conversations (well at least to me)with Farouq's uncle occaisionally throwing questions at Farouq that only stroked his ego.

Farouq and his uncle had left a while ago and I am currently pretending to be asleep to escape my  mothers torturous questions.  I slept like a babe or a damsel in distress, my buzzing phone would not stop its torment. I finally picked up grudgingly, 'hello" i'm too sure my voice sounds gruff, " I don't have time to exchange pleasantries , I need you to meet me at 4pm at Ministers hill, my driver will come pick you up at 3:30, don't be late" a voice which I am too certain belongs to Farouq I looked at my phone marveling he hung up right after delivering his speech, the nerve of him. Well too bad I am not naïve cause right after that I close the curtains , lock the door, take a few sleeping pills from my drawer and jump on my bed , this Zee is going nowhere.

Farouq sat across from me at the table he had ordered   food for us already and we were waiting to be served, he smiled at me and ladies and gentlemen I blushed not in a cute way of course, I lowered my head and covered the smile that was threatening to come forward. "Zarah" Farouq whispered while lifting my chin up a bit his hands were soft, reminds me of my favourite pillow back home, I was lost in those swelling orbs of brown depths that threatened to intoxicate me, he leaned in for a kiss and I awaited it eagerly with close eyes, someone was making terrible noises, I wished in my heart for them to vanish if wishes were horses yeah he leaned in a bit further, just a little bit more and his lips would graze mine. I woke with a start , someone was banging my door|" urghhh" I groaned I knew it was too good to be true.

Dragging my feet to unlock the door, " what:" I asked whoever was there rudely," oh I'm sorry small madam, Uncle Farouq'sm driver has been waiting on you" Hassanh our househelp said emphasizing the waititng part, she looked at me with some sort of disgust as though I had told her I would be seeing Farouq in my pajamas, yeah right, ' well tell the driver to not bother and to tell his boss if he wants to see me that bad he knows were to find me ... and Hassanah please do not bang on this door again for your own sake.