"This is Zain," Fajr announced to the girl who was staring in bewilderment. "He's been drooling over you for the past hour!"
"That is not true."
"Um...I'm Sura." She reached out her hand and Zain shook it slowly, feeling the softness of her skin and...
Zain had been pacing his bedroom floor for about half an hour. He stopped in his tracks when his mother knocked on the door and announced that they were going to be late. Late for his own wedding.
The groom's knees started shaking and the bed caught his fall. He had woken up to the sound of his alarm going off with a notification popping on his phone, reminding him that his countdown was over and the big day was here.
Finally, he had thought to himself with a smile.
Zain had made it through breakfast with his parents without fretting. Soon his nerves took over his excitement and his mind was flooded with self-doubt. Zain started feeding himself negative thoughts that took half an hour of pacing his bedroom floor to pull himself together.
It's all in your head, he assured himself. It's not real.
He tapped his phone screen and he stared at his wallpaper, a selfie that Sura had taken of them. Zain didn't like having his picture taken but that day he was in a good mood. It's the day he asked Sura to marry him.
"Zain," his mother called, knocking gently on the door. "I thought you said Sura doesn't like to be kept waiting." "No woman likes to be kept waiting." He heard his father's muffled voice and let outa low chuckle.
"Are you okay in there?" she continued with an undertone of trepidation.
"I explained to him many times that women don't like to be kept waiting," his father added with a grunt.
A smile pulled at his lips and Zain got to his feet and finished buttoning his shirt. "I'll be right down."
His parents decided to hover outside his bedroom door and converse in loud whispers about their son which Zain found entertaining. They talked about their son only loud enough for him to hear and he had decided to let them. This way he never got bored.
"I'm never tense," his father said carefully. "He gets this from you." Zain rolled his eyes and pictured his mother nudging his father in the chest.
"You two need to get a room of your own," Zain muttered under his breath as he walked towards the door.
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A/N: First chapter!!!! I missed doing this so much. Feels so good to *finally* be back
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