son of a bitch
safaa malik
Its been 10 minutes and 15 sec since I'm sitting here in this hell hole, planning what i'd do when those stupid humans will come.
I take deep breaths...inhale...exhale.. After a few seconds of meditation, a knock came at my door..and that shit means that..they came...
I stood up and *thud*
The chair that I was sitting on fell. Like I care.
I walked out of the room at the speed of a turtle... Just as I stepped in living room I saw them... them lousy piece of shits who came to ask for my hand for arrange fucking marriage. Its not like I'm giving them my hand. duh.
"oh there comes my beautiful daughter!!" my ugly father says.
"oh there comes my dumbass father" says my subconscience. I was about to say this to his face but I stopped myself.
Focusing on the people in front of me, I saw a man and woman dressed in rich clothing and here I was wearing a cheap dress from target, isn't bad tho. Beside those two was standing a man looking like a fucking art piece, he was tall im not good at math so i dont know the height but he was looking like the type of man i would love to fuck. he was wearing a black suit that kind of showed his muscles.. damn bitch. Control.
he saw me checking him out and smirked.
Son of a bitch!
"safaa come sit here" father said. uh here we go again.
I went to sit between my father and mother, And glanced at those people in front of me.
"hey honey I'm Yasmin sheikh and this is my husband Adnan sheikh" says that woman Yasmin bruh she seem boring.
my dad and mom looks at me expectantly to say something. So i finally said something " nice to meet you Mrs. sheikh"
she smiled and said "This is our son Zain sheikh"
My soul doesn't like this Zain dude he keeps on smirking at me. Dickhead.
I look at him and see him staring at me, I stare back with the same fire. shawty ain't someone who'll loose. huh. I smirked and said " nice to meet you Zain Sheikh"
My dad frowns and look at me probably wondering why I addressed him by his name and not Mr. sheikh.
Well bitch you don't own me I'll say whatever I want huh.
"what do you do son?" my father asked him prolly changing the fucking subject.
"I am a famous business man and I own many hotels and resorts" that's it my asswipe father is impressed. shit
I need to find a fucking way to say no to this marriage. Otherwise im dead.
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