Todos los capítulos de THE WRONG WEDDING: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

It had been a few minutes since he had left for his room. I hadn't still mustered the strength to get up. I didn't mean to cry but his apology took me by surprise and even more than that his last words. If I didn't feel overwhelmed by his apology, I would've smacked him for his so called solution.  

I stood in the kitchen in a daze, trying to prepare breakfast. Without realising it, I had been staring at the wall in front of me for a while now. "Zaira—what should I do? I am so madly in love with you." Once again, his words rang in my ear and I felt myself blush furiously. With a shake of head, I looked aw

"There's no such thing as love—you're mistaking physical attraction for it—" There was no mistaking the coldness in her voice. I knew in that moment that she actually believed this. Even though, I had lost all right to her trust—it seemed impossible for me to stop loving her. It was driving me insane. Zaira, was driving me insane and I felt I'll soon lose all control. Her face was still turned away from me and all I could see was her bare neck—with her hair pulled up into a bun.

I opened my eyes to his sleeping figure. His breath came out in shallow gasps; brushing against my face which was only inches away from his. It took me a moment to realise that he was holding me against his chest. His both hands were tightly wrapped around my waist and my one leg was sandwiched between his. I felt a smile breaking against the corner of my lips at his display of possessiveness. It made me blush and I tried to gently pry away my arms that were bundled against his chest but couldn't do much except freeing one hand slightly. Unconsciously, I bro

The sound of alarm ringing for Fajr, pulled me out of my deep slumber. Slowly and carefully, I loosened my hold on her and switched off the alarm. After turning on the lamp, I went back to face her. Her hair was covering half of her face, while she let out short and even breaths.  'Even in sleep, she looks like an angel.' I thought, my eyes wandering to her hand clutching at the front of my shirt, absentmindedly in sleep. For the past month, we had been sleeping together in my room; eversince the last time she had come here to sleep.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him. The place where his hand touched my hips was burning and yet somehow, I felt cold shudders running through my entire body. After making me sit on the cold slab he came and stood between my legs. I could only gape at him bewitched, whose face was only inches away from mine. Staring unblinking, into his hazel green eyes that had dilated to a dark shade of green, until he blinked to brush away the hair falling on my face. 

I distractedly chewed on my lower lip while doing last minute preparation for the anniversary celebration later tonight. Very much lost in thought, I tugged the table cloth at the ends, one by one; never feeling satisfied by the unevenness. I never could have for the life of me thought, that someone could exist in this world who would feel grateful towards Allah for making me a part of their life. For the last few years, I had always only complained to Allah for giving me so many hardships. Every time thinking that Allah blessed everyone with happiness. Whereas for me, Allah had only kept the toughest trials. Never once, did I give thanks to Allah for anything. Always found something to complain about. I didn't have faith like Rayyan. He made so many mistakes and turned to Allah i

2 Months later "Don't leave me. Please?" I heard his plea with my cheek pressed against his chest. My hands clutched the back of his shirt while he rested his chin atop my head; holding me tightly in his embrace for the past 5 minutes. By now, I had stopped caring about the people passing by and giving us looks.

I sniffed through tears while watching the screen blink with his contact information. When I called him a few minutes after that, he didn't pick up.  'I can't believe it. Every passing minute of the last week, I've only had thoughts filled with nothing but him.' 

"—if we can get Zaira's testimony that they manipulated her words, then maybe we can get hold of your shares back—Rayyan, are you even listening?" I could hear Ismail's words falling on my ears but my attention was faraway, in the tear filled eyes of Zaira. "I am not having Zaira make rounds of Courts. I don't want the shares, Ismail. I don't have any need for them. Just clear her name from the fraud case they've framed her for—" I exclaimed in a small and tired voice, while fiddling with the phone in my hands. For a moment the lock screen blinked with her w