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Unexpected Promises

"Ok ma'am, maybe you are right. But what do you want from me? Why have you even kidnapped me?" I asked her annoyed while glaring at her. I couldn't believe I was agreeing with her right now. "Oh nothing much baby boy, I just want you to get married to my daughter. And if you agree, I will leave you. As simple as that." She smirked, making me shocked. As I looked at her once again, I realised that she wasn't too old, maybe in her late thirties. And she wanted me to marry her daughter? How old was her daughter again? Was this some kind of child marriage? And what about her daughter's studies and dreams? Didn't she had any? Ya Allah! What was even happening? Where was I stuck? ._._._. • He was just trying to save his sister and get them back home safely. • She was just trying to live her life without any drama. • Just one incident and their whole life is changed for forever. What will happen when he gets kidnapped and forced to get married to a total stranger? Actually, why would a mother kidnap a stranger to get him married to her daughter in the first place? What will happen when his parents get to know? Will his parents agree? Will they ever fall in love and live together? Or will it just be a failed marriage? Are there more secrets to unfold as they set on their journey? But most of all, what will happen when promises are made unexpectedly. Will it bring them closer or drift them apart? To find out, hop in to read what happens and how their life unfolds. How their fates seal together and how the secrets, if there are any, unfolds.

fading_scar · Teen
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Chapter 74

Atifa's pov:

The next day arrived after a long night, a night during which I couldn't sleep due to my high fever and body pain. Add to it the feeling of homesickness and nausea. I knew the moment the feeling of homesickness struck me, that I wouldn't be spared by its clutches. Another reason could be me stressing out too much about him. About them both. And in the end, it did make me sick.

Sighing, I got up from my makeshift bed, ready to distract myself and keep my mind busy. The whole night was enough for me to overthink about things and worry about them. I didn't want to do the same thing even after waking up.

And wasn't it said, 'Overthinking is from Shaytaan?' I should have at least tried to stop myself from thinking much about things. I didn't know if I would ever be able to succeed but at least I could try? One step at a time. And something was definitely better than nothing, right?