Mikayla, a spoiled brat, daddy's princess has a rival in her school whom she considers a plague yet hovers around him to annoy him so that she can breathe peacefully. Barak, a very tolerant guy, bears his rival, keeping in mind that he needs to remain his Mama's pride. After they are arranged, their only goal is to survive till the end of life without killing each other. But what happens when this fire of hatred only gets fueled to touch the sky in passion? When Mikayla only wants to get divorced, Barak seeks to make her realize that they can work out together, keeping in heart that he has fallen for her already and wants her to love him, whispering a prayer to the heaven above, "At least for once, love me, Mikayla." . . . enemies to lovers rivals hate to love forced marriage
View MoreMIKAYLA. . ."How was the journey? You didn't face any problems on the way, right?" Mama asks my friend, Julia, who is sitting across the table.There is a cup of tea in her hand, dainty fingers wrapped around. She loves it. Chay ki deewani hai. Her coffee-brown eyes are set on my Mama who is smiling at her.My Mama loves Julia. She is my childhood friend. My mother has known her since she used to come to my house to do projects and homework."It was all right. I slept the entire flight." She chuckles in the end, her shoulders jerking.All eyes are on me now, expecting an explanation. "She's saying that the flight was good. She slept the entire flight," I say as my eyes particularly linger over my sister-in-law, Tabitha. She seemed confused until now.My Mama nods her head. "Eliab got there just in time, right? He didn't make you wait, I hope.""Of course, he was waiting for me there. Although, I thought Mikayla would come to pick me up." She steals a glance at me, taking a sip of he
MIKAYLA. . ."I hope you got it, Miss," a smile is on my way as an assurance to my heart that my boss gives me."Of course," Mr Hitler, I grit my teeth and stretch my lips in a perfect pretty smile for a response.He buys it, nodding his head. I push the door close and step back. My smile vanishes in the air and I walk back to my desk.Finally, he is not letting me go. How annoying!I want to resign from this job and find something else to do, if possible, but Mr Hitler is not letting me go, stopping me with lame excuses. I tried a lot to convince him but he is adamant about it.He has reasoned with me enough times that he doesn't want to lose an employee like me and I wish to get out of here as soon as possible.I remember my childhood when it was easier and smoother for me. Being a daughter of two beautiful people has its perks. Anything I wanted, I would just smile or bat my eyelashes to lure them into a plain web and they would do anything I would ask them to. However, things hav
MIKAYLA. . ."Soniye, you're so talented," I hear the soft voice of my nephew say as he sits beside me and watches me sketching a face.I hum, my squinted eyes focused on the canvas. The face of a man is what I am sketching, not wishing to put on many shades. It is actually my nephew's homework and I am doing it."How do you do that?" He asks after a pause. I hear the sound of a wrapper being torn.The silence in my room is too much. So much so that the sound of graphite rubbing against the rough sheet can be heard easily. I like it."I dunno," the words come out under my breath, barely audible.He giggles and swiftly brings the piece of chocolate to my mouth. I don't deny having it silently. The solid bar melts on my tongue, taste fusing into my calm senses and it crawls down my throat."I want to sketch like you. Can I do it?""Why do you ask me? Ask your Uncle. After all, he's your teacher.""Uncle said you get jealous!"He burst into laughter as he held his stomach. My hand halts
BARAK. . ."Tomorrow is your engagement with Mikayla Uriel, the girl you hate to the core. She burns your entire existence but you're ready to let her be your wife."Through the narrow ways of my eyes that find no interest in the sight before me, I dart my attention to Arad. His arm raises leisurely as to hold the white stick between his fingers and let the gray smoke be released through his mouth. The ashy odor is sick."Strange, isn't it?""Love is not only blind...""It's dumb, deaf and crazy, too."Humorless laughter spills throughout the silent cabin of mine, caged by the glass walls."But here, it's hatred, right?""What runs through his mind, I wonder.""You better not know," I finally chip in, lowering my eyelids to the screen of my phone that burns my eyes.I scroll down, having nothing else to do and her picture pops in. The one that was sent to me when I was in America. My heart hushes to the soul of mine about her beauty."Why? Is it dark or funny?""No, it's madness. Daw
MIKAYLA. . .I stare blankly at the gold medal I won in a painting competition at the national level. Impressive, I know. The entire class either praised me or grumbled behind my back but not a single person I found who was genuinely happy and admired my talent.I can't even find one. It is only my Dad who loves me and admires me. I know once I reach home, I'm gonna receive a gift for this achievement.However, I'm very much annoyed now because my stomach hurts and my back, too.I wish I could escape this day. I would have skipped school today but I couldn't forget about this competition. I wanted another medal in my collection to annoy my cousins; to make them jealous.I know the idea is great but what about now?I hide my face in my arms and sigh. The pain between my thighs is the cruelest. I just want to go home as soon as possible!"Priyanka! He's here!""They won!""I see the trophy in his hands!"Yelling like witches drunk on fresh blood, they leave the classroom, hopping aroun
MIKAYLA. . ."What are you doing here?" He asks me, eyes running around as if checking for any threat. As soon as his neck turns, my eyes catch the sight of a beauty spot under the end of his jaw.Treacherous eyes."My wish," I grumble and walk past him, trying to avoid the cold air surrounding me that tortures me.I shouldn't have left my bag inside. It is about sundown, unlike when I came out and the sky was brighter than normal days.He follows me, catching my side and speed. I'm practically running, taking long strides even if my lungs decide to answer me soon. I just want to get away from him."Of course, but I was just worried about you," he says, the words that scratch my mind, wishing to make a hole and dwell there forever.Well, I don't care.I don't answer him as we enter the building. Warmth envelopes me. We find our family members and I get my bag, taking out my jacket and clasping the first three buttons.Fortunately, they have done their shopping and I mentally bless my
MIKAYLA. . ."Really? No, you won't, Aaron. I seriously doubt your choice here.""My choice is the best. See, isn't it pretty? And it'll be even prettier if my precious daughter wears it. After all, she's an exception.""Proud father, aren't you?"Dad chuckles, shaking his head at Mama. He opens his mouth to answer her when I knock on the door twice, getting all their attention."See, my precious little one is here," Dad says, smiling at me, "Come inside, my child. You never have to ask."But you have raised me with manners, Daddy.He proceeds to close the fashion magazine in which he was searching for wedding gown designs.I nod, walking inside. I close the dark brown door behind me, standing by it. "I wanna talk to you, Dad," I say, escaping my Mama's suspicious gaze.If she thinks that she knows my reason because she is my mother and keeps saying that she has kept me for nine months in her womb and there is a deep connection between us, then she is right. I'm here for it."And I'm
MIKAYLA. . .Pushing away my hair, I walk towards my car. The underground area is not as cool as the wideway outside. My feet walk in urgency because I wish to leave as soon as possible.Especially after the nonsense that's been done in the meeting.What's even special here? I came to him, thinking that he might understand my concern and agree to deny his parents. If he can't understand me then at least see that we can't fit together but I wonder what's wrong with this guy.Is he right in his head?I push my hand into my bag in search of the key when he stops me from behind, calling out my name, "Mikayla."I turn around, giving him a cold look.Sharp and cold eyes set on me, he comes to me, his walk dominant and graceful. I have noticed it before because he always induced such sharpness in his features and charms of his movements that nobody could deny, let alone ignore."Aunt Damaris called me," Mama has grown this obsession of contacting him every time.How lovely. She is already b
MIKAYLA. . .I paste the tiny black bindi between my eyebrows and look at myself. This was the last thing I needed to put on and I cannot help but give myself a flying kiss at how beautiful I look.Like always.I apply some lip stain, covering my plump lips with a layer of pink gloss. Once done, I turn around and grab my colorful dupatta.Mama's choice is pretty. Too much, as she has chosen for me a set of black patiala suit with a heavy — not too heavy — colorful dupatta that is shiny, too. But I won't go downstairs to praise her for it because I know she has selected such an amazing piece for this meeting only.She wants me to wear it for him.Can you just believe it? I have not even become his wife and my Mama is on her mission of teaching me how to impress my husband.Aww. Her sweet intentions are pure but she does not know that I might mix poison in his food to kill him if things between that Blondie and I try to cross the limit.Grabbing my purse, I walk downstairs. Everybody w
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