It's your father

You struggle to open your eyes as Ghaffar stands before your bed-space. Luckily, your naked body is covered by your blankets. That could have been awkward.

"Amira, habibti. It's time for me to go." You're still rubbing your eyes as he kneels down and kisses you on the forehead. "I wanted to say my goodbyes before I left."

A yawn escapes your lips. You're still half asleep. "Huh...? Is it time already? Five more minutes..."

Ghaffar chuckles, causing you to jolt awake. "Relax... I just wanted to say my goodbyes. I am trusting you to take care of the family whilst I am away. Do you understand?"

"Yes father, of course."

"Good. You have grown into a beautiful young woman, much like your mother... it is time we gave you some more responsibility. When I come back from Pakistan we shall see about arranging a marriage for you."

Gulp. It feels as if your entire body is covered in goosebumps "Marriage? With whom?"

"Don't fret about it. Your mother and I will sort everything." Sensing the uneasiness in your voice and eyes, your father takes on a softer tone than you're used to. "But this is a discussion for when I get back, just know we will only pair you with a good quality man."

Not long after, your father leaves you. You struggle to sleep, after that. Stuck within your thoughts. I might be getting married in 6 months...?