Chapter 1

As per the tradition and a normal word called 'Respect' , she can't disobey her father ,especially when he is so serious like this .

She is now in her father's car , Abubakar is driving his daughter to go and see her future husband , her father's best friend's son .

She wanted to wear her normal attire which is an Abaya but her mother ,Munira , forced her to wear a pink exclusive gown with some makeup on her face .

Waleeda was so confused when her mother forced her to look fine "As if he could  see " That's what Waleeda thought with a shrug coming short after .

      She hates the fact that she has been forced into this ,but she has to obey .

She kept on turning her powdered face from right to left , counting from one to ten to elapse time .

She blinked at the purple sky with a sight before she closed her brown eyes .

        "Don't sleep ! You'll spoil your mascara "Abubakar  said to Waleeda who then quickly opened her eyes in response .  

       "We'll soon reach there " he added before tapping his finger on the steering wheel as if he's too eager to reach his destination .

Abubakar has a pointed nose and full black eyebrows ,his dimples on both sides of his brown-skinned cheeks is what is common in the family , coincidentally even Munira has dimples .

        Waleeda was pulled out of her wild thoughts when she heard the loud horn sound coming out from the car .

They are now in front of a large white gate with golden designs on it , some people are sitting outside the gate and they all turned their attention on the black  colored Peugeot that Abubakar is in .

   "They probably heard your loud horn Baba "     Waleeda mumbled as low as possible, not really intending for her father to hear her .

Fortunately for her didn't hear her as he continued to driving inside the house after the gate has been opened by an old-looking man .

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