𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 [𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡]

ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ 94

The next morning when she woke up it felt lighter. Alia found it easier to breathe since Arman knew the truth but what she did not expect was him to behave like nothing happened.

The house was hustling and bustling with family members and guests around them. It was difficult to find a quiet corner in the house is specially when she was bride. She was the centre of attention and it was almost as if no one wanted at a go of the opportunity of introducing themselves to her.

"I had done this was a love marriage," a woman probably by the age of her mother asked Alia, "is it true?"

Without any shame Alia nodded. "Yes, it is. Now if you'll excuse me," Alia patted the women's shoulder before booking a way to find Armaan.

It was the time for branch. The breakfast was carried on until the early hours of afternoon. Everyone was outside in the gardens and Aliya went inside the house when she could not find Armaan outside.

Just as she entered the house from the French windows that led to the garden Alia looked around the living room but did not find him.

The next thing was moving upstairs to wear his room was. When she knocked on his door no one answered so it was obvious that he was not there as well.

But is more doubt creeped inside her mind. What if he was inside his room but was not opening the door for her?

She gulped twisting the lock open and opening the door only to find an empty room. So, he really isn't here. . . .

But Alia had no intention to walk downstairs again and into the crowd of people that were excited to take a bite out of her skin. She was never a person that wanted to be with people and being in a house filled with at least a hundred, irritated her to the bone.

She randomly walked inside the room only to stop in front of his desk before she turned around and looked at the room. It was certainly a big room and that was for sure. It was bigger than the guest room that she had been allotted.

Alia wondered if Armaan had been given the master bedroom of the house because this one also came with its own sofa set. But then again, people had a whole business Empire to themselves so they might as well have converted some of the bedrooms two master bedrooms just for their convenience.

She sighed and looked down at the table. She was bored out of my mind but did not want to go downstairs again which is why she touched a few papers before something caught her eye.

Central Jail . . Her eye twiched. What—

"Young Mistress?" The head servant, butler, appeared in the doorway and made her jump at the sudden intrusion. "The dress fitting people are here."

Alia stared at him before nodding. Yes, they were supposed to come too. After all she was getting married in the next two days.

Two days. Two days all she had until she got married into a family.

"You go," Alia told him softly, feeling slightly shaken by the realisation of the reality. "I will be right behind you."

As the butler of the family moved out of the room, Alia followed him after closing the door to the room that she was soon going to move into.

She walked behind him and they entered room that was in the floor above Armaan's bedroom. This was a small tea room that they had converted into a changing room for Alia where to dresses for decided.

"There you are!" Laksha cried out from where she was standing and clapped her hands in excitement. "Come on, try the dress. We will do the last tinkering today. After that the dress has to be packed away until the wedding day."

There was a small makeshift platform in the middle of the room. Aliya was handed of the dress and with the small curtained area on the side she changed from her kurta pajama into the lehenga.

It was awfully heavy and she had to hold it by her hands to make sure that she did not trample over it.

Alia made her way to the makeshift platform and stood there before letting go of the skirt. She then raised her eyes to everyone in the room. There were only women and a few designer men that had come with the company.

Everybody was looking at her and Laksha had tears in her eyes. The shiny and bright eyes made earlier feel a little bit like crying to.

"You are such a beautiful bride, my child," she whispered as she came close to Alia and held her hands. "You make the most beautiful bride."

At her words Alia felt her lip to tremble as she kept in the cry. It was almost as if Alia had been wanting to hear the words from a mother just so she could imagine her own mother said that.

"I . ." She choked on the sob unable to talk when Laksha understood what she wanted to say and pulled Alia into a hug.

"Come here," she had and hugged the little girl tightly. "Don't you worry, okay?" 

Alia nodded but somehow there was a constant feeling inside her that told her to worry.