Samia's POV (Edited)
In my whole life, I have learned three things: Don't expect anything from anyone. Don't trust anyone. And love isn't for me.
Whenever I trust someone, they break it. So, I've stopped doing these things for others. Today, the same thing happens again. I had some hope that my family wouldn't do this to me again, but luck is never on my side.
Today, my mom calls and asks me to come back home because they want to talk to me. She talks to me nicely. I know they want something from me; that's why they're nice to me again. I tell them I'll come at lunchtime.
At lunchtime, I come home after one year. I take a long breath and calm myself. I tap the doorbell. A few seconds later, the door opens, and my mom is standing in front of me. I go inside the house and sit on the sofa in front of them.
Samia: Why did you call me so urgently?
Samia's Mom: We want you to get married to my friend's son.
Samia: Do you hear yourself? You want me to get married? Then my answer is no.
I tell them coldly, but in a second, my mom slaps me across the face.
Samia's Mom: We're not asking for your answer. We're telling you to marry him. They will be here soon, and you will say yes in front of them.
I clench my hand around my dress and tell them:
Samia: I won't do it, no matter what you do to me.
Samia's Dad: Don't forget that we're your parents. We didn't give birth to you for you to disobey us. If you don't marry him, fine. But remember what happened last time when you didn't obey me.
I freeze in my place. After that, I don't have the courage to talk back. I hear them say I need to get ready because they'll come in the afternoon. Then they leave the room.
I want to cry, but I have no tears left. I feel like I have no emotions left in my body.
In the afternoon, I get ready as I'm told. I hear the doorbell and guess they have arrived. A few minutes later, my mom calls me. I take a deep breath and come out of my room.
I don't look at anyone yet but hear them praising me. They are talking to each other while I remain quiet. I hear the son's mom tell my parents that her son and I should talk privately. I also want to talk to him before the marriage. So, we both go to the backyard of my house.
After reaching the backyard, he asks me why I want to marry him. Instead of answering, I ask him why he wants to marry me, knowing I'm a divorced woman. He tells me he doesn't want to marry anyone; he's here only for his mom. I tell him I don't want to marry anyone either.
Suddenly, I ask him if he has anyone in his life. He says no. So, I propose a deal. We will get married, but he will live his life, and I will live mine. We won't interfere in each other's personal lives.
I think he will refuse, but my luck is good this time—he agrees. I tell him it's time to go, and he nods silently.
We return from the backyard and tell everyone we are ready to get married. Suddenly, he says we want a court marriage. No one rejects our idea. Thank God. After dinner, they leave for their home.
I need some rest, so I get up to leave for my condo, but they stop me.
Mom: Where are you going?
Samia: I'm going home. Don't worry. I will come to the court at the right time.
tell them coldly, and without glancing at them, I walk out of their house. I get into the cab I booked before dinner. I'm thinking about everything that happened today when the driver's voice breaks my thoughts. "We've arrived, ma'am."
After freshening up, I call someone to find out everything about my so-called husband, Kabir Khurana. After finishing the call, I start writing my story.
You're probably wondering why I don't sleep. Actually, after everything that has happened to me, I don't sleep anymore. I just take naps.
Finally, I finish my story. I think I need some energy for tomorrow so i take a nap. Good night, everyone.