Coerced To Be His by Yarmia Tariq (top ten ebook reader .txt) 📗

Their Nikah started as the priest asked her.

"Do you accept Umer as your lawful husband in the presence of these witness?" He asked.

Cold sweats started to seep from her forehead and she couldn't help shivering. 
Her mother shook her arm lightly when she didn't replied after a minute. Everyone's eyes were focused on her. And it looked like that everyone's hopes were dependent on her. 
With a broken voice, she replied,

"I accept"

And everyone cheered. The priest asked her further three times and then they forwarded her the marriage certificate to sign. 
With trembling hands, tears soaked her artificial lashes and rolling down her cheeks, she signed the most difficult signature of her life. She herself signed the fate of her life. And gave him full access over her existence.
The priest then asked the same questions to Umer and he accepted her instantly as his wife. Then he signed the papers and everyone started to cheer again.
Their families exchanged sweets as a good gesture and even made them eat too. She took a bite with sour mouth as the taste of tears was more appealing to her tongue than the sweet taste of dessert. 
The only person who was not enjoying either of it was Ayleen and to her, it seemed like a celebration of death while she's breathing. 
And the only person who knew the reason of her agony and was solely responsible for it was Umer. 
 

They both were now sitting together on the same couch. 
In some hours, she will be in his home, his bed, encaged beneath him. And no one will save her. She felt like a puppet, who cannot speak or fight for her rights. It was a forced marriage but from her view only. 
Their families hugged each other and intermingled like one. 
She hated every single minute of it. She wanted to run away and leave everything behind but it was too late. She already submitted herself, her body, her life to the man beside her. And now she cannot do anything without his permission, without his notice.

The function ended in an hour, and it was the time for her departure. She don't know how many pictures were taken by the photographer, in which he told her to smile or lift her head. It all went in a blur. And now it was the time to step into lion's den, as he will lead the way to his prey himself. 
She don't know if her parents felt emotional or cried. She felt numb to everything. Without giving any last hug to her family she sat in the car. She gave them a last glance through the window, her eyes filled with miseries, pain visible in them but not a tear escaped. 
Her mother and father, watched everything in her eyes but didn't spoke a word.....