Paasban

Chapter 7

Your one looks is all I need~

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The lights dimmed, and the soft glow from the chandeliers bathed the room in a warm, golden light. Maria stood at the entrance with her brothers, poised and radiant as she prepared to make her entrance. I could feel the excitement in the air as everyone gathered closer to the altar.

Arif, of course, grabbed my arm and dragged me over to where the men stood. I sighed, half-annoyed, half-amused, as I scanned the room for Zyra.

She hadn’t moved from her spot, still seated in that quiet corner. Her eyes were locked on Maria, focused as she opened her camera and started recording the moment.

I pulled out my phone, my fingers automatically hitting the record button, but my focus wasn’t on Maria. No, the difference was clear. She was capturing the bride… and I was capturing my bride. Wait. What?!

The thought jolted me, and I quickly shook my head, pretending it was just a fleeting slip. But as I zoomed in, my gaze drifted back to Zyra, who was recording everyone in the room, her camera slowly panning across the crowd. I held up my camera and recorded her.

And then it happened.

Her camera stopped, and I realized I was in her shot. Her eyes widened, clearly startled as she caught me, of all people, capturing her on my camera.

I froze for a second, caught red-handed. Her frown deepened, the annoyance evident in the way her brows knit together.

I lowered my phone immediately, staring at the video I’d just taken, a smirk tugging at my lips. I didn’t even bother deleting it. No way. That was staying.

When I looked back up, our gazes locked for a brief second before she huffed, turning away and focusing her attention back on Maria, who was now stepping onto the stage.

Zyra was visibly flustered, still frowning, and I could almost imagine her internal monologue cursing me out. The thought amused me more than it should have.

But I couldn't help it. She was fun to mess with.

Arif, nudged me hard in the ribs the second he saw Zyra's reaction. "Caught in the act, huh?" he whispered, barely containing his laughter. "Man, you’re bold, capturing the girl on video in front of everyone."

I shot him a glare, but his grin only widened. "So, what’s the plan? You gonna make her your bride for real, or just keep staring at her like a creep?" His voice dripped with teasing, and I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my cool.

"Shut up, Arif," I muttered, my voice low but not nearly as convincing as I’d hoped.

Arif leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a mock whisper. "So... is she really our future Bhabhi or what?" He nodded his head toward Zyra, who was still seated in her corner, now completely engrossed in Maria’s grand entrance.

I rolled my eyes, but my mind was already betraying me with the thought. Zyra… as my bride. Damn it, I needed to stop letting Arif’s words get to me.

"Bro, I’m serious," Arif continued, nudging me again. "You’ve got that look in your eyes, the same one Shaheen had for months before he finally made a move. Don’t deny it."