I called Ashar. I texted him. I left him endless voicemails. I had even gotten fired from my job for contacting him too much. My mother had turned on me since my father had basically disregarded her after my little incident that wasn't really a big deal at all, so she had started taking away my phone. I was on lockdown in my family's home now that my father had decided to stay here until the wedding happened which was only a few weeks apart and I was going completely out of my mind. All I could so was lock myself in my room, refuse the food that my mother hadn't stopped making ever since I came out of the hospital and ransack my bedroom until I found every single souvenir that Ashar had given me or any tokens from time that we had spent together, reminiscing every minute we had spent together. But then Ashar had started coming over daily to make sure the weeding plans were going smoothly. Meeting after meeting took place, shopping trip after shopping trip, lunch parties, dinner parties…all for the person who I wouldn't go near with a 10 foot pole. And my heart was getting crushed with each festivity. But my father was watching me so I had to conceal my emotions, and I had Khizar watching my every move as well, and I knew that one word from him and could really destroy the rest of my life and my chance to get back to Ashar. And from the way things were going, it looks like my only chance to do that was to wait until this wedding was over.
I was dying little by little day by day and nobody even noticed…and that really made me angry. So angry in fact that I was suddenly having angry fits out of nowhere. But it wasn't my fault…everybody around me just wouldn't shut up about this wedding, the so-called wedding of the year. And friends, family friends and other people wouldn't stop recording all conversations and parties on social media to the point where even the press wouldn't leave me well enough alone. And i had to pretend like I was the happiest blushing bride in the world. By the time I had the engagement ceremony over and done with I had pretty much lost all of my friends, I had family members who were even jealous of the poor lowlife who was to be my husband. I stayed in bed most of the time, my mind going over all the ceremonies I had to endure. Khiazr was getting his revenge on me by choosing me outfits I would never pick myself, accessories that didn't match in the slightest, he actually took the time out to invite people that I had problems with and specifically chose a menu of food that I had despised. My mother just hid her face from me the whole time as I couldn't even eat what I wanted. So I had to fake my smile on top of practically starving to death, I had my enemies bitch about me at my parties…no one who genuinely cared about me turned up at all not even Ashar!