Zamzam's Pov.
After few minutes of scolding myself, i slid my hands around his waist hugging him back but also nervous thinking we are at the doorstep, if anyone sees us then__.
'It feels good having someone of my own, well! romantic way.
"I missed you",
He says tightening his grip as his head rests on my neck.
'His voice it's slurry,
something i didn't fail to notice was hurt laced in his voice.
Did something happen?
"Azaad are you Ok?",
He snuggles his face on my neck making me slightly smile.
"I love you",
He says before pulling away staring at me with his most captivating piercing blue eyes.
"I love you",
I said before he pecked my forehead as my lips forgot the word stop smiling.
"Comeon let's go", I say breaking the staring contest we had.
"Wait!",
He stops me and takes my hand and intertwines my fingers with his long fingers.
"Now let's go",
He shows me his most genuine smile displaying his right dimple.
'He's all lovey dovey, i like it.
"Like this?", I curiously yet unsurely ask.
"Is there any problem?", He asks as i shake my head No.
"Let's go".
___¥
"Where is Zamzam i am go__",
Humaiza's sentence was cut off after seeing our intertwined hands.
"Ahaa! i got the best moment of Zamzam blushing", She yells as i look up at her grinning face.
Her hands holding her phone with a picture of me and azaad showing our intertwined hands
"Send it to my phone", Safirah squeals.
"Me too", So did Azrah.
"No humaiza delete it", I yelp as they chuckle.
"Done and sent it to our family group hah!", She proudly brags.
"Thankyou", Humaiza genuinely smiled at Azaad.
"Thank You for giving me a chance",
Azaad hugs Humaiza catching her off guard and left to Imraan guys.
"Woah! who thought Azaad could be this emotional", She nervously chuckles.
"You happy kid?", Sayaad asks eyeing me.
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RomanceIslamic story. Vote. Zamzam Maleek,a shy,introverted,independent 17 year old girl who has a very loving and wealthy family and has only one dream that is to have a love marriage and a spouse like her Dad and Poppi. ~ Azaad Zubeir,a devilishly handso...