Third person's POV:

Anisa was excited and annoyed. Excited because​ she was finally leaving her father and annoyed because the new house she was going to was her bully's. Her heart was jumping. She wore a beautiful dress made for a queen. But, sadly she didn't feel like one.

Maybe Ali had it easier. He wasn't forced to live with his bully. She really didn't like him but she still thought he was better than a total stranger.

She was suddenly called by her step mother to come out. She walked outside and saw that the Scholar and Ali's father were sitting there. She looked to the side and saw Imran and her sister. Her husband was sitting beside his family. That made her happy. She dragged her heavy clothes and sat down beside Ali. Her father though, didn't bother to come to his own daughter's wedding. Anisa couldn't care less.

The Islamic Scholar made a long speech, reciting some verses from the holy book of Allah. Anisa, who was nervous, started spacing out. Her mind was nowhere and she felt like she would drift further away from reality. Her mind was confused about how to feel.

The imam got quiet and asked Ali if he agreed on making Anisa his "long life partner". He looked hesitantly at his father and for a moment Anisa feared that he would refuse. But luckily, he nodded saying "Qabool Hai (I do)" three times. The imam then turned to Anisa and asked the same thing. Taking a deep breath, she said "I do" three times as well.

After the little ceremony, the bride and groom were taken to a marriage hall in a private car. The whole way to the hall was quiet for Anisa and Ali. Both of them having no clue how and what to think or feel.

I couldn't believe this was really happening. Anisa, as my wife? Never even dreamed of it. But, of course I was relieved that it was her. Thank God it wasn't a total stranger. And besides, Anisa may be the only girl I could accept as a part of my life romantically. Even though, it wasn't very pleasing to think about.

I got out of the car once it reached there. Anisa also stepped out. We both made our way inside. Sitting on the sofa put on stage for us, I started feeling sleepy. And to think this moment would change my whole life.

The weird thing was Anisa didn't say a word all that time. She was quietly looking at her hands. Then suddenly, a woman in her late thirties walked towards Anisa. She and Anisa looked so similar. Her mother?

"My baby sister! It's been so long!" The woman exclaimed. Anisa's​ face lit up as she saw the woman. I blinked in surprise. They had such a huge age gap. Then it made sense why Mr. Malik was so old.

"Asma Baji (sister)!" Anisa exclaimed hugging her. Then, Asma Baji turned to look at me. I got stiff under her stare. Was she studying me or something? "I can't believe it! Father actually has good taste!" Asma Baji said. I couldn't help but smirk. She saw that. "So young man, I heard you both go to the same school. Any high school lovestory for me to hear?" She asked, winking at both of us.

Anisa rolled her eyes. "Hah! I wish!" She said bitterly. Asma Baji looked at her. "A bride isn't supposed to talk like that, dear." She told Anisa. I decided to take the chance. "Yes, Anisa. Why do you always have to be so loud?" I teased her, smirking. Asma Baji turned to me. "And a groom isn't supposed to tease his bride either, pretty boy." She scolded me playfully, pinching my cheeks and pulling them.

Anisa laughed at me. "Good one, Baji!" She said. Asma Baji stopped pulling my cheeks, which made my hands go up to my cheeks automatically. "Ouch. That hurt." I stated. "Both you sisters have the strength of a hundred men."

Asma Baji looked at Anisa. "Did you hit him or something, Anisa?" She questioned, staring at her as if it was normal for her to do that. Anisa looked away. I decided to jump in. "Oh yes. Although I don't keep a grudge against her for it." Asma Baji glared at Anisa. "I am not saying anything because you're the bride." She told her.

Anisa glared at me. "He threw food on my head and poured cold water over me which made me catch a cold!" Anisa defended herself.

And that's how my night was spent at the hall. For a moment, I had forgotten about the whole wedding thing. And then, I was taking Anisa home. Thinking that I would be alone in a room with her, did make me nervous. Not that I haven't been in a room alone with her before. But, this time it would be my bedroom.

I got out of the car when we reached home. I walked to the main door of the mansion. Anisa got off ​the car and struggled to keep her balance. Her dress was really heavy. Even though I didn't really

care, I couldn't help but look at her sneakily. She was looking hot today. Hot wouldn't be the best word. She looked beautiful. Yeah, beautiful.

"Can't you help me walk, jerk?" Came her annoyed voice from behind. I stopped in my tracks and hesitated. She noticed that I was planning to tease her or something. "Come on. Give a girl some help." Her tone lowered and it seemed that she really needed some help.

I didn't know what got into me, but I automatically went to her, took her little hands in mine and led her upstairs to my room. It felt as if someone was controlling me, even though I was set on not helping her.

She sat down on the bed. "First thing's first. I am taking these stupid heels off!" She stated and did that. I saw her relax after taking them off. "Oh Allah. That felt great." She said. "Well, you get comfortable. I'm going to get a glass of water." I told her and went out of the room.

Coming back, I saw that she was in the washroom. Probably changing her dress. Then it hit me. I would finally see her hair. She would not have to cover up in front of me. Call me desperate or whatever, but I was honestly excited.

I decided to change my tux right there. She was taking a whole hour. I had successfully changed, when I decided to go through my notifications. Taking my mobile from my pocket, I sat down on the bed to relax. My friends or anyone from school did not know a thing about Anisa and me.

And both of us intended to keep it that way.

"Where are you, dude?! I have been banging on ur door for almost an hour!" One of my friends had texted me along with many more. Never would they have thought that I was attending my own wedding.

The door of the bathroom suddenly clicked open and I felt Anisa walking out. But, I was too busy on my phone to even spare her a glance. Of course she would never mind. She hated my guts!

"Hey, Ali! Help me get these pins off my hair!" Anisa ordered. Annoyed that she disturbed me, I looked up. What I saw kept me staring for at least an hour. She had brown hair. But I could not see the length of her hair because they were still tied up. "Hey! You listening?! I said help me!" She demanded again.

I got off the bed and walked to her. God! Was she breathtaking or what?! I had seen many girls but never a girl as beautiful as her. "Help me already, Ali. And try not to pull my hair. It hurts." She snapped me out of my fantasy. I pulled my arms and got hold of a pin on her hair.

Carefully, I pulled it out. "Ouch! Watch it!" She grumbled. God. She was so noisy. Touching her hair felt like touching those silky fabrics. They were so long and silky.

Finally done with her hair, she turned to look at me. "I can't believe I am saying this, but thanks for helping me out." She smiled. She wore a shirt with a pair of loose trousers. "What a transition," I thought to myself.

Her beauty was one thing but I didn't know how I would be able to get used to her. She hated me. And I never tried to make her like me because I had no idea I would freaking get MARRIED to her.

Oh God.

What was going on?