ENAMOUR LOVE

Chapter 31.

AMYRAH.

We finally reached the destination but I'm not at all excited to enter. I feel like running away. The excitement from the past month and the wait thinking about today as if crushed my every dream.

Zayna, Zara di is looking far better than me, forget about them, even Ammi is looking better than me. What will Aaban think about me? What will his parents think? There will be people talking about me. I don't want to disappoint Aaban.

Lord what to do to avoid it? I tried to lean back in the seat but the car was packed, Zubair and Zayna are sitting on either side. They are doing it on purpose. The other car has space in it but they want to sit here and when I tried to sit in Abbu's car he glared at me.

I'm afraid that my dress might get creased by sitting in this position. They could have made me sit in the front seat or Zubair can sit but no they kept sweet trays there. Why the hell are they doing this to me?

We got down from the car and my heart beats started accelerating. Every inch of the palace is decorated. The palace is looking so much more beautiful than me. I stopped walking. Can't I run away? But what do I say to Aaban? That I ran away because I was feeling insecure about myself.

"Why are you standing? Come." Zara di ushered me inside. My hands were turning cold but it was even sweating. As we entered the gates we were greeted by Aaban's mother.

I scurried away a little to not gain her attention but who am I kidding? I was meant to be the spotlight of the day but here even the waitress has more make up than me.

"Where is Amyrah?" I heard her saying and my body started trembling.

"Amyrah." Ammi called me turning back, well in her sweet fake voice. I took a step looking at my heels. "Assalam ul alikum." I whispered but I was greeted back more warmly. She greeted me back with a hug then made me look at her.

Her eyes were evident of shock and I looked away looking at the surroundings. "Are you not ready yet?" She asked and my eyes were brimming with tears. Control Amyrah.

"It might have.. wiped off while coming here." I don't know what else to say. I heard her chuckling and it was getting more embarrassing.

"She doesn't like doing make up. Even after we insisted she didn't listen." It was Zayna and I felt like throwing up cause of my anxiety. It was getting hard to breathe here.

"I like her confidence, she is beautiful even without applying anything." Aunty softly patted my head with a smile but deep down I know she is disappointed in me. Who can't be?

"Come here, you have to meet someone. Excuse us." She politely took me away from those people who I call my family and I'm really thankful for it. I wasn't able to breathe in their presence.

As she was about to say something Zayna disturbed us by coming and walking on her other side. "I'll help you aunty." She became extra sweet and it was like some poison to me.

"Oh thank you sweetheart." She smiled at her and I felt a pang in my heart. What if she starts liking her? What if she gets in the favour of marrying her instead of me? Who will want me in the first place? I'm sure, if Aaban would've met her before me he would've married her not someone like me.

We were about to enter the house but aunty stopped and looked at Zayna. "Bete can you look at the guests, it would be so helpful." Zayna gave her the biggest smile and walked away.