Things can be really unpredictable in life. And that unpredictable-ness can either be judged good or bad and in Noor's case its worst.

" Uncle! How could you do this to me!" the grey orbs were soon filled with tears threatening to fall while her full lips quivers with her shaky voice that's holding her back from crying out loud after what she just heard from the news.

" I didn't have a choice! I needed to return back their money!" her uncle frustratingly explains with a heavy exhalation.

Needed to return the money? He could've told her! He could've asked her for help, advice, opinion... ANYTHING!

HOW could he just simply give her away without her knowing ? Its no different than being sold out!

Noor thinks how did this downfall has happened when few hours ago she was excited and blushing about Ahmed coming over to her house to ask her hand for marriage with his parents.

* Few hours ago *

Noor was doing her work as usual as a receptionist in a daycare at New York.

That's the only job she has gotten after applying everywhere to work as long as they pay her, but of course the job has to be also Halal since she is a Muslim.

" Looking good as always Miss. Hassan" a man in a light blue shirt and black pants approached her with a smile which always made Noor blush.

Noor was wearing a simple plain cream brown gown and scarf that matches her dress with no make up on because she loves to look natural rather than baking her face with heavy flour powders.

(A/N: Her dress pic will be shown at the end!)

Noor always thought he looks husband material because of the soft and humble aura that's emitting from him .

His grayish-black eyes has always been soft and his expression relaxed . He has a perfect straight nose on his white beige skin his almond and thick clean eyebrows taking most of the attention.

His lips looks rather bow-shaped for a guy and soft with light beard and mustache surrounding his lips.

Over all he looks like a delicate prince like in those novels who have perfect and calm postures and always talks polite with a smile.

But Noor knows better than to stare and admire this delicate Prince's soft handsomeness and appearance .

Astagfirullah Noor! Don't even day dream about it!

" Noor.... I am coming over to your house to ask your hand for marriage with my parents" Adam announced as Noor faced him with wide eyes in utter shockness.

Noor Hassan is just a 20 simple Muslim girl. She appreciates everything in life be it good or bad because she believes everything has a reason for its happenings.

Working at the day care wasnt hard for her but the pay was also not sufficient but she was always so ever grateful for it.

She was the only Muslim girl to work in the daycare because apparently the neighbour she is living in has not much people of her own.

Adam is one of them and she is happy there is someone of her own and can communicate with but the problem is she is a bit tad nervous when talking with men.

But her dear self overpowers it because it seemed that she has a liking towards this person but never has the courage to confess.

Adam also likes her and everytime he initiates to try to take her out on dates and get to know her better but Noor always refuses due to her religion reasons.

Adam understands so he takes the opportunity to get to know her during work break or before and after work and surprisingly they got close .

"W-What.?" Noor asks as if to re-confirm what she just hear in case she misheard something or misunderstands.

" You know I like you so I am going to ask for your hand in marriage this evening" Adam repeats confidently .

Marriage?? Is he proposing to her??! Is this too early?? I mean... they both like each other so whats the probelm in getting married??

" I'll see you at your home. Bye" He farewells politely with a huge smile his eyes filled with excitement as he walks away before Noor could say anything.

OMG!! Ya Allah! He wants to marry me!! Can you believe that?!

There are more prettier woman than me always surrounding him but why did he chose someone like me?

Right! He did told me he likes me so that's why he wants to marry me.

Noor was giggling at her inner thoughts like a highschooler who cant stop smiling after talking with their crush.

But an uneasy settling feeling was set in her and can't pin point what is it about so she just brushed that thought off and thought positively.

* present *

" Dear, we can think of something else let's please not do this" Noor's aunt, Salamh, tried to convince her husband with pity eyes and guilty face.

Nopr was holding on the hope that her aunt could convince her uncle but to her bad luck he was not convinced.

" I CAN'T BACK AWAY NOW! THEY ARE COMING TO TAKE HER AWAY ANY MOMENT!" he shouted making his wife and Noor flinch with the sudden outburst.

Noor's uncle, Omar Hafizi, was no rich man with unstable job, he has a 19 years daughter and had to take a loan to be able to admit her daughter into collage.

A sudden harsh knock on the door was heard and everyone was quiet.

" They are here" her uncle whispered walking to the door to open.

Noor's heart was beating heavily unsteady as she looks at ger uncle walking away from the living room.

Her throat was begining to dry up because of the begging and pleading. Her gray orvs was slowly filled with horror on the thought of being sold out by her own family member to God knows what type of people.

Now she can do nothing but pray to her God to help her in such difficult situation as she believes He will always be there for when needed or not.

Ya Allah, please protect and help me in this unpredicted unluck situation that's occuring with me right now.

She closes her eyes tears sliding down her cheeks as she wishes non of this were true and it was just a dream or sick joke someone is playing on her.

But unfortunately it was all nothing she was imagining when she saw two men enterung the living room and looled at her emotionless and uninterested.

" You are giving her away instead of money? Why?" One of the men asked annoyed and impatient .

" You wouldn't give me the time and I have no choice but to give her instead" Uncle Imar rwplied trying his best not to shake his voice while talking.

" Who is she to you?" The same men asked as his fingers presses against the bridge of his nose.

Noor looked at her uncle pleading with her eyes to not give her to them but her uncle avoided her pleading gaze and cleared his throat

" Adopted daughter of my late brother"

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A/N

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☆ Below is Noor's dress 👇

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