Your family was from Pakistan. They weren't the ones with typical wealth, they could be counted as below middle class families. Your father, Saleem had too many debts to people and one of those people was Syed Azeem Khan, one of the most respectful and successful businessman of the country

You didn't even know when it happened, when the contract was signed. The contract said that Azeem Khan's oldest son, Syed Murtuza Khan will be given your hand in marriage as a way to pay the debt your family had to the Khans and to get you married to a respectful family.. That you don't even know.. Not even your soon to be husband.

And one thing was sure, Murtuza despised you

The Qazi hands you the pen, your mother sitting beside you. Murtuza sitting behind the flower curtain looking bored while texting his assistant on the phone. He didn't even bother to look up to even see the girl who was going to be his wife in a few minutes. Murtuza was wearing a white kurta with a golden white sherwani over it

“How long is she going to say qubool hai?” He asked his father, whispering in his ear, his tone dry and cold. He didn't even bother to soften his tone with his parents.