I was beginning to loose my mind slowly; all my hopes, my dreams, my future plans that I had so carefully thought out over the years were beginning be all for naught the day my cousin wealthy Ashar, the mani had dreamed of marrying my whole life met his other lowly cousin Khirad after she was orphaned. I had talked about my future wedding plans to my mother and his, who were sisters so it wasn't like I had any hidden intentions. Everyone knew how close we were, obviously it made sense that we would fall in love…or so I thought. The story goes that apparently his father felt guilty about not checking in with his sister for years after her husband passed away, leaving her a as a single mother, but that wasn't his fault! He had started hi sown business from nothing and now it went global, of course he was in and out o the country practically every 2 weeks! He was practically Ashar's hero, he missed him so much…and who did he have to console him all this time? Myself of course! Who else understood his petty, picky ways apart from myself?
I racked my brains over and over again to figure out how this mess started; how did a classless low-born orphan go from living in the slums to marrying one of the most eligible bachelors in our city? The only man I had ever loved and ever wanted to be with? I know that it happened after uncle had to take her mother to the hospital to get treated for some sort of terminal cancer. Then this auntie who had come from the other side of my cousins family who I had never met before had used her illness to guilt trip her brother into marrying his son to her daughter who wouldn't know what f fashion label was, even if it was slapped onto her face. She was the same age as me but she was just so damned…dowdy, she dressed like her mother. And she din't have a penny to her name! Her intentions were so obvious that I didn't even need to point it out, even Ashar's mother was powerless. I had no idea what sort of powers this mother-daughter duo had because uncle actually threatened to divorce his wife if she came between this marriage! I couldn't believe it, he was actually willing to throw his wife away for his sister! Hundreds of men would have killed to marry someone who was as refined, elegant and driven as my aunt and he was willing to cast her aside so this very obvious dirt poor family could leech off of all the hard work and wealth they had spend years creating for themselves! Even Ashar himself hated the idea at first, he had exactly the same reservations as I did at first about her. Sh was nothing but a gold-digger who was looking to leech off of my cousin so she could live a more comfortable life.
But after I was too late to stop the damned wedding myself, i at least had hope that as long as he was unhappy with Khirad, that I still had Asher to myself. I raged and ranted as much as I could, so much so that I even tried to kill msyelf at the very thought that I had lost him for good. But it did seem to do the trick as we were closer than ever in the same week that he got married! But I never seemed to learn my lesson; I had already greatly underestimated this aunt but it looks like her daughter had a lot more charm than even I was unwilling to believe as Asher, the mani was practically attached to the hip with, was slowly detaching himself from me. First, I had to re-create my image after I totally freaked out about hearing about what uncle had planned for this marriage…and basically confessing my love for him…which I had reason to believe that because we were so close that it wold be investible. But I was wrong. Not only was he completely shocked…he didn't even feel the same way about me at all! Then after I tired to end my life we got closer like I said before…but then I did get a little angry with Khirad. But I trusted that she would have the common sense to keep my little outburst to herself. But then he had to start sending more time at home with…her and that sent me into overdrive. I usually had him to myself whenever I wanted. So I left work a few times to a have some stern words with my aunt who knew full well I was going to ask her for her son's hand in marriage until we both came up with a plot as soon as her husband was weak enough not to intervene as his own health was gradually declining in his old age. We were more or less formally engaged in my mind and I loved him too much to give up on him, even if was emotionally blackmailed into marrying his recently orphaned cousin who was no different than the other illiterate dowdy village girls who didn't know how to live life like we did. We went to the cinema together, we did sports together, we ate, worked and even partied together. How could this…servant girl compare to myself in any way shape or form? ….But new changes had come about the man I had loved me whole life.