Growing up, I loved reading fairy tales.
Dreamt of finding my own prince and living happily ever after.
But I was born into a Pakistani family with strong, traditional beliefs.
I wasn't allowed to date, and when the time came for me to get married, it would all be arranged for me – even my husband.
Then, aged 17, I met Randall Coffland.
Aged 19, he worked at the same shopping centre where I had a weekend job.
‘Your smile is perfect,’ he said to me, and I blushed.
Flirting with Randall felt like a chance to escape a future planned for me.
‘Can I take you on a
