"Daada.." she slurred, and gave him a flummoxed look. "You mean the Sadeeq I know? You can't do this to me, Daada, would you? He's just 19 years old, for crying out loud. Who will take care of who? Uhm..Daada?" She wanted to bellow the words, but they came out as a whisper, as tears washed down her face. How could Daada do this to her? She thought it was all a threat. She's afraid, Daada too is adamant in his own ways.
"Yes, he is. And he's the only guy I could trust with you, I know he would take good care of you. Besides, what's there in marrying him? Isn't he a man?" Daada inquired, his sturdy and adamant self taking over the benevolent and obsequious self.
"There is, it's just a one year gap between us. And he isn't a man in my eyes, I see him like a ten years old boy, how would he become my husband?" She reprimanded and broke into tears. Her heart was beating vigorously, the room started spinning around her, as her eyes became glued to everywhere but Daada's face. The Love story Of Ihsan And Sadeeq