*
"What are you talking about?" Fareed c****d his head. He knew very well what Kabeer was insinuating, but he dared not hope.
The latter leaned forward, his eyes alight with a strange enthusiasm.
"If you truly love her, then the next logical step is marriage, of course," he said. "Or does she perhaps have some flaw which I do not know of?"
"Of course not," Fareed replied. "She's perfect."
"Then why do you hesitate?" he asked.
Fareed stared down at the cup on the table, his mind clouded with nothing but self doubt. Truth be told, even he didn't know why he hesitated. He wanted her, that much was very clear to him; clear as the light of day. But at what cost, really? Could she ever truly love him after what he'd done? To her and her family?
"Fareed,"
"You know what I've done,
