Destacar Lover | Zarry

Chapter : 18

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Seated at the dining table, I found myself surrounded by the familiar warmth of family. To my right was Harry, engaged in conversation with my mom, while on my left sat Zoya, trying to avoid as many vegetables she can. 

Meanwhile, mom and Zara faced us from across the table, their laughter filling the air.

The hot pot simmered with delightful aromas, I couldn't resist taking a sip of the flavorful soup. 

"Mhm...ma, this is perfect. I missed your cooking, love the tasteful spices." I expressed with a satisfied smile. 

My mother beamed in response, a silent acknowledgment of the shared joy in that simple moment.

"You always did have a keen liking for spicy food like your father, didn't you?" she remarked, her eyes twinkling with maternal pride. 

I chuckled in agreement, acknowledging the truth in her words.

Zara, chimed in from across the table, "Yet, Zayn is married to such a sweet guy. Bro, your husband is literally a human version of candy." 

Laughter echoed around the table, merging with the clinking of utensils.

In that shared laughter and the flavors of home-cooked dishes, the bonds of family were strengthened, creating a tapestry of moments to be cherished.

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Harry chuckled beside me, "Zayn just loves spicy food, but he's actually sweet." I shot him a playful look.

Zara, busy dipping noodles into the hot pot, shook her head with a mischievous grin. "Not sweeter than you. You're the best brother-in-law; you got me those makeup kits I've been eyeing for so long, but they were too expensive for us."

The atmosphere shifted slightly as me and mom exchanged a knowing glance. Zara's words seemed to stir something in mom, and the air crackled with a subtle tension. 

Harry shrugged nonchalantly. "Exclusive just for you, Zara. Let me know if you want something else."

Zara couldn't contain her excitement, squealing, "Okay, Harry! I want a Louis Vuitton sling bag, a pair of Louboutin sandals, Prada eyewear, and a Versace leather jacket like the one Zayn was wearing." 

Her wish list hung in the air, and I exchanged a glance with mom, who seemed less than pleased.

Harry, maintaining his composure, teased. "Anything else, Zara?" He scooped out some chicken stew from the hot pot, taking a bite.

The atmosphere shifted as Zara widened her eyes and exclaimed, "Oh my god, Harry! One more thing, I want nail paints from Pleasing." 

The request hung in the air, and an uneasy feeling settled in my stomach as I glanced at Harry, who had paused mid-bite, nervously swirling his noodles with the fork.

Attempting to divert attention, my mom casually dropped some vegetables onto Zoya's plate, earning a pout from her. 

Mom chimed in, "You already have a full collection of nail paints." 

However, Zara, undeterred, took a sip of soup before explaining, "Mom, it's not ordinary nail paint. It's Harry's brand. The girls in my class are dying to grab those exclusive nail paints, but I am so lucky that the one and only Harry Styles is my brother-in-law, and I get those expensive nail paints for free." Zara laughed, her excitement evident.