MR. BILLIONAIRE UNWANTED BRIDE

Samiya p.o.v Dear Diary... Assalamualaikum... I sit here, surrounded by the soothing sounds of the rain, and my heart feels at peace. I hope that everyone's life is going smoothly, but if it's not, I remind myself that Allah subhana wa ta'ala has promised that with every hardship, there is an ease. A gentle smile spreads across my face as I gaze out the window. The sky is a deep, foreboding grey, and the clouds seem to be moving in tandem with my thoughts. The raindrops begin to fall, gently tapping against the windowpane like a soothing melody. As the rain grows heavier, the sounds outside become more vibrant - people scurrying for cover, umbrellas opening, and the rhythmic beat of the raindrops on the roofs of the cars. The puddles on the ground begin to plink and plonk, creating a symphony of sounds that is both calming and invigorating. The rain murmurs against the window, a gentle hum that is reminiscent of the buzzing of angry bees. As I sit here, wrapped in the cozy warmth of my room, I feel my heart slowly letting go of its worries, and my soul rejuvenating with the soothing sounds of the rain. I gazed out the window, my eyes fixed on the raindrops as they fell from the sky. I couldn't help but feel a sense of serenity wash over me as I extended my hand out the window, letting the cool droplets land on my palm. A few stray drops sprinkled onto my face, and I couldn't help but smile. Just as I was getting lost in the peacefulness of the moment, Mannat burst into the room, looking like a storm cloud herself. "Not again with your rainy love," she grumbled, tossing her books onto the bed and plopping down on the edge with a scowl. I retreated my hand back inside, frowning at my little sister's behavior. "Now, who's spoiling my little sister's mood?" I asked, trying to sound cheerful as I gave her a side hug and a big smile. But Mannat was having none of it. She jerked away from me, and I felt a little hurt. I covered it up with a smile, not wanting to escalate the situation. "First of all, why do you love rain so much?" Mannat threw a tantrum. "I literally hate it! And Mom, seriously, why is she hell-bent on making my life hell?" I narrowed my eyes at Mannat, my voice stern. "Don't talk about Ammi like that." Mannat rolled her eyes, a look of annoyance on her face. "You would say that," she said, her voice dripping with mockness. "After all, you're her perfect daughter." I felt a sting from her words, but I didn't let it get to me. I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow. "What exactly happened?" I asked, my tone firm but calm. Mannat huffed, her expression petulant. "Mom doesn't want me to go to Shaista's birthday party. I'm 20, for God's sake, not a child!" She threw up her hands in frustration. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And when exactly is the party?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows. Mannat's confidence faltered for a moment, and she avoided my eyes. "Um... at... 12:00," she muttered. I raised an eyebrow, my voice incredulous. "P.M?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Mannat shook her head, her eyes still downcast. "A.M." I felt my eyes widen in shock. "What? Have you lost your mind, Mannat? You-" I started to rant, but Mannat quickly clamped her hand over my mouth, her eyes flashing with anger. "Will you tone it down? Dad could hear you," she hissed, her voice low and urgent. I realized my mistake and nodded, feeling a twinge of apology. "Sorry," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Mannat removed her hand from my mouth, and I continued, my voice still low. "But seriously, Mannat, what were you thinking?" " No wonder , she is not letting you go " Samiya was relieved that her mother made a good decision . " I hate you , I hate mom , I hate everyone " she yelled storming inside the washroom . I smiled to myself as I walked towards my mother's room, knowing that she must be in a bad mood after her argument with Mannat. As I entered the room, I heard my mother's frustrated voice. "This girl... I'm telling you, Asad, she's getting out of hand," she said, throwing a pile of clothes onto the table. My father, Asad, murmured something in response, but I couldn't quite catch what he said. My mother's eyes scowled, and she turned to my father. "What did you say?" she asked, her voice sharp. My father gulped, and I could sense his nervousness. He gave a fake yet bright smile. "Sweetheart, she's just a kid, will understand with time... and you said no, right?" He wrapped his hand around my mother's body, trying to calm her down, but it only seemed to ignite more anger within her. "KID??? SHE IS 20, ASAD, NOT A KID!" my mother yelled angrily. My father remained quiet, and I could sense his concern. My mother's anger slowly gave way to tears, and she whispered, "I have made so many mistakes, Asad, at a young age... I don't want my daughter to repeat the same." My father's expression changed, and he cupped my mother's face. "Noor, what happened?" he asked, his voice soft and concerned. My mother sniffed, putting her hand on my father's chest. "I am scared... I don't want her attitude to be the reason for her or anyone else's doom." Her eyes closed, and she seemed to find peace in my father's arms. My father's expression turned reassuring. "Don't worry, Mannat won't be misguided... you know why?" he asked. "Why?" my mother replied, her eyes still closed. "Because Allah, the guide, is with her, and He gave her a wise elder sister who won't let her get misguided," my father said, smiling. My mother's eyes opened, and she looked up at my father. "Don't you think it's unfair for Samiya to always worry about Mannat?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. My father sighed, putting his chin slightly on my mother's head, wrapping his arm securely around her. "Even if we don't want to, they are connected more than we can imagine," he said. I stood outside the room, listening to their conversation. I knew my mother was getting angrier by the minute, and I worried about Mannat's safety. My grandmother approached me, concern etched on her face. "Did Mannat sleep without eating?" she asked in a hushed tone. I closed my eyes, knowing that my mother's anger was about to escalate. "Did they have a fight again?" my grandmother asked. I nodded, worried about my sister and mother's equation. It seemed to be getting worse with each passing day. Even my father was worried. My mother's voice cut through the air. "Go and call her out." I nodded, knowing that I had to intervene. But as I entered Mannat's room, I was met with a surprise. A note on the bed caught my attention. "Will be back before 2 a.m. Please don't tell mom. Love you." The note slipped from my hands, and terror sucked the very breath from my mouth. "Mannat, what have you done?" I whispered, scared of my parents' reaction. _______________________________________