Chapter11
#Chapter11
We walk together to the imam as all eyes were are us whispering things.
/"Whatever, I wasn't checking you out keep dreaming./" I know, I know I lied but what? Do you expect me to tell him I was actually checking him out?
No, definitely no.
The imam sits as we dl the same while he begins.
/"Its not a bad thing you know because now I'm about to be your husband and you're about to be my wife so you have the right and so do I./" he turns to me before looking back at the imam. /"By the way you're looking stuuning./" He speaks not even caring a bit that the imam has started the nikkah.
My heart summersaults just hearing him compliment me. Why do I melt just at his words?
He knows how to instill fear in me, at the same time he knows how to make my heart flutter.
I look stunning? Well that isn't what I was expecting from him. I was and still am prepared to hear, you look like a fat chicken, or who the hell did your makeup?