All Chapters of THE WRONG WEDDING: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Zaira is getting married to Harris."  Gramps' words made his breath hitch in his throat. His hands working on the fork and knife, suspended all movement. For a few moments, he could only stare at the plate infront of him with blank eyes. Even without realising it, he had taken a trip down the memory lane; coming

Looking down at the laptop screen; brooding and sighing while scrolling down the webpages, occasionally switching to phone to check for messages. This was my current activity. Mind you, it was late at midnight when everyone was fast asleep, safe for the owls, maybe. The reason as to why I was up this late? Well it's simple. I am getting married. 

I had only just now left the cafe and was still on the road, driving aimlessly; knowing anything is better then going to what's waiting for me at home. Plus, I needed to let off some steam.  As I was contemplating this, I got a call from Saira. Why am I even surprised? Knowing all too well what she was about to give me a lecture on, I didn't bother attending the call. When I did this, she started bombarding me with text messages, one of them saying this,

While Mum and Dad went along to see them off, I stood in my place, awaiting their return. Sorta unsure of my feelings; kinda numb I guess. Before I could snap out of it, Mum and Dad came back into the room and became silent. I watched them as they glared at me. Sensing my retreat, they began. "What was the meaning of that? Would you mind explaining?" Dad seethed, his eyes blazing coals. I stopped myself from taking the step which I had almost taken and let go of the big dress which I was holding with my both hands; hoping to not trip over it in my 6 inches h

"Hmm." I stole a quick glance at Dad. His eyes were fixed at the wall in front of him since the past 10 minutes while his facial expressions were solid and grim. Turning away from him I quickly gave a look over to Mum. Her fingers were frozen around the spoon which now laid abandoned on her plate but her gaze was hooked on Dad; mimicking his expression. With a sigh, I averted my gaze to my plate and became busy playing with my food.

I nuzzled his neck, tightening my grip on his jacket. I heard him inhale deeply as he held me in his embrace, making my heart beat faster with every passing second. I could feel the heat rising up my cheeks.  Bloody hell. I am falling in love.

*knock*knock* My face remained glued to the steering wheel but my eyes snapped open in surprise. Unconsciously, I took a gulp and slowly raised my head to the window to my side.

I could see her body shaking with rage as she glared at me with a murderous intent. My eyes didn't leave her face. Even as she stomped towards me. Or when she pushed me down with a single shove. My eyes followed her, with every breath in me. 

12:35 am Seeing the time on my phone, I turned and tossed in my bed for the zillionth time. When that didn't work, I sat up and fluffed my pillows. Lying back and feeling slightly satisfied, I closed my eyes and pulled the covers to my chin. However, instantly, as if on cue, the memories from the dance a few hours before came back; gnawing at the back of my mind.

"—Now we have to listen to these driver maids slander us as well."  I paused at the voice, outside the drawing room. My finger hovering over the message screen, as I blankly stared at my phone. "They are just servants. This is what they do. You don't need to pay any mind to these small people." Her dad interjected and I looked up from my phone to the door, wondering whether to wait here outside the door or quietly leave from the main door.