His words make my heart breaks into million pieces but I can't let him walk over me as always I have to speak.
"Zayn your not only one who is force into this i am as well but at least i am trying to make things perfect unlike you"
I shout at hi...
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Zayn POV
As I enter in Zayn room I look up at the sofa ya allaah I have to sleep in this again as when mom and dad was not their I would sleep in their room as sleeping in this thing is awful you can sit comfortably but when you sleep it give you reward as a back pain isn't it amazing.
I changed my clothes into nightwear and soon sleep overcome me.
The very next morning I feel little nervous as I have to spend the whole evening with the devil himself.
After changing clothes I make my way towards dinning area everyone is already sited there including zyan can't he just wake me up.
"So I have book the beautician for you they will arrive till 3:00 till you rest walima held on 7:00 it is in the hall which is an hour distance so we will leave till 6:30 "
I just nod as there is not much thing to say I look up at zyan he is staring at me I give him an confused he then averted his gaze.
It's soon 3:00 as zyan will get ready in mom and dad's room and I am in his as I can't call this room as mine because he didn't give me that right.
After changing and doing my make up its soon time to leave mom and dad is already downstairs waiting for us as they want Zayn to see me first then any others will there is a knock it means Zayn had came.
I look up and see him wearing traditional outfit for the first time to tell you truth he is looking outstanding handsome as well hot it is a neavy blue kurta with matching patiyala and a long scarf.
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He cleared his throat maybe I stare to long which cause me blush.
Zayn POV
I cleared my throat as I am getting uncomfortable in her gaze she makes me feel things which I don't want but sometimes my heart allow it and I can't argue.
I look up at her she is look dead drop gorgeous I can't control myself I just stare at her she looks as always beautiful without even trying that make me want her more but I know I can't.
