[𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗬𝗔 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗭𝗬𝗥𝗔𝗡]
When a business deal is struck, she finds herself in the confines of the only man she thinks is insufferable. She is to survive but will this just remain as it?
>Marriage of convinience
>Forced proximity
{𝐀𝐘𝐋...
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Fayra's POV:
Today is Amaya's Wedding. Unreal isn't it? Fake or not but we friends actually came up with the conclusion that Amaya will be the last one to get married considering the little to no history she has in the past with boys but one should know better.
As I make my way down the venue of where Zyran and Amaya's one-day wedding will take place, I am met with beautiful, thoroughly beautiful and detailed decoration of the ceremony hall I cant stifle a gasp even if I try to. "Magnificent." I breathe.
My hands which are occupied with my and girls' afterparty dresses as well as rose bouquet raise in pure adoration for the set up the decorators have done, fake or not Amaya will love her wedding's decor that's for sure. The thought brings me out of my trance as I gather all the dresses gracefully re-setting them on my arm and turn to move until a voice on my left stops me.
"Magnificent for sure isn't it?" Shehryar smiles craning his head down a bit to look at me as I open my mouth but no words escape them from utter surprise at finding him here. Shit, I forgot the boys are getting ready in the room right down the hall from us. "Yeah..It is." I reply awkwardly trying to hide my smile.
"Do you need help with them?" He asks softly motioning towards the dresses sprawled on my arm and the bouquet about to fall. I look down at them before shaking my head at him. "Oh nono, It's completely fine these aren't really heavy." I say as a matter of factly.
He nods in return as I slowly smile at him unable to hide it. I am surely attracted by this man, he hasn't left my mind since the time we had our little moment in the rain. The thought alone makes me shy in a weird way as I excuse myself. "Now If you'll excuse me."
He steps aside giving me way."As much as I want to keep you to myself, I suppose you have a best friend to ready as a bride." Okay, Damn. "You're right." I reply barely containing my smile as he places his arm beside my head. Moving past him as his voice follows me down the hall making my heart race so fast, I expect for it to explode any minute.
"Believe me I always am, Sweetheart."
I open the door of the dressing room and shut it behind me as I lean against its frame breathing nervously. "Okay, yeah she definitely met her hero." Ayla's voice causes me to open my eyes as all the girls pass me knowing looks. "I am telling you." I continue lacing the dresses on the chair beside me."That man literally spawns out of the freaking sky."
Mira laughs while Amaya passes me a smirking look. "Only when you're around, Babe." She says causing me to flip her off with a hard look and a small smile. "He seems nice, actually Fayra. I wouldn't blame you if you choose him." MIra shrugs while the makeup artist continues her work on Mira's eyes.
