Zaahida couldn't contain her happiness. She was finally going to be married to Bilal tomorrow. Her lips curved into another smirk. After their marriage, she would do everything in her power to tame him. To make him realize that she was much wiser than his first wife. "Hey, Zaahida," Nazmeera called, walking into the room. Zaahida gazed at her with a smile plastered on he face. "Yes, sister in law?" Nazmeera sat beside her on the bed. "I just wanted to have a word with you. Do you think we can do that right now? "Of course," Zaahida replied, furrowing her brows. "You sound serious. I hope it's not something bad." Nazmeera shook her head. "It's about your marriage with Bilal..." she started but stopped mid sentence. Zaahida's worried demeanor morphed into excitement. "What about it?" Nazmeera heaved a sigh, before finally blurting out the question. "Are you sure you want to go ahead with it?" Zaahida suppressed the urge to burst into la hysterical laughter. "Are

"Bilal! Open the door, Bilal!" Mr. Idris banged on his door with his fists repeatedly. "Don't do this, Bilal! Open the door right now!" "Dad, please calm down," Nazmeera pleaded, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Why are you shouting?" "Calm down?" He roared. "How can I calm down, Nazmeera? Today is his wedding and he has locked himself up in his room. How am I even sure he's in there? What am I going to tell our relatives? What will Zaahida's parents say? Poor girl." "Dad, don't worry, I'm going to convince him to open the door," Nazmeera reassured. "Just go. The guests are waiting for you." "You better make sure he appears there in thirty minutes. Anything later than that, he's going to witness my wrath," Mr. Idris hissed before storming away. Seated on his bed, Bilal wrapped his hands around his head. He was suffering from a terrible migraine and his family were only adding to it. He had made it clear to them that he didn't want to get married to Zaahida, or anyone

Bilal's hand balled into a fist. He gritted his teeth in anger. He hated to be reminded of Zaahida. Her name alone was enough to change his whole mood. Hearing his father constantly referring to her as his wife only added to his anger. It was a truth he wasn't ready to accept. Not now or ever. Getting into his car, he slammed the door and sped out of the compound. He didn't know where he was headed, but he needed to get away. To get away from the problems that were weighing him down. He couldn't breathe properly. He knew if he continued to stay that way — in deep thoughts, he would create more problems that weren't even there in the first place. As Bilal drove around aimlessly, his mind suddenly drifted back to Zynah. He wondered where she was. How she would take the news of his marriage. Would she be disappointed? Or happy? Bilal couldn't help but wonder if she still loved him the same way his feelings for her hadn't changed. For a fact, he knew she left because of the way he t

Amidst the commotion, the police arrived. Apparently, someone from the crowd had called them. "Stop!" One of the officers ordered, walking towards us in fast paces. "Hands above your head. Musa, hurry, take the victim to the hospital." Ibrahim immediately stopped, and without any form of complaint, did as he was told. Bilal was quickly carried and rushed to a nearby hospital. "Handcuff and take him away!" The same officer ordered. "No, please." Zynah quickly got in front of Ibrahim. "Please don't. He is innocent. He didn't mean to fight back. He was just defending himself. Why don't you ask these people?" She pointed to the bystanders. "Don't get involved, Madam, otherwise we'll be forced to take you along with us to the station." The officer threatened. "I'm already involved. In fact, this all started because of me, so take me instead." "What are you doing?" Ibrahim asked, his voice strained. "Have you lost your mind?" He averted his gaze back to the policemen. "D

Walking into the ward, Zaahida couldn't help, but sob at the condition she met Bilal in. She was told he was seriously beaten, but she never imagined it would indeed be that serious. There was a bandage around his head and arm. The spot next to his eye was red and swollen. His nose, as well as his lips were broken and swollen. With the back of her palm, she wiped her tears, and walked further into the room. Bilal was lying motionless on his bed. The doctor had informed her that he was stable and was only sleeping, but she was finding it hard to believe. "Billy," She sobbed and raised a hand to touch him. She stopped midair for she knew he would never allow her do that if he was awake, but remembering she was now his wife, and she had every right to touch him, she went on to do it. First, she placed her hand on his forehead, feeling his temperature. Her fingers then trailed from his forehead to his eyes, nose, and finally rested on his broken lips. Her heart bled as her fingers ge