His Hidden Crush

Chapter 11

Zahran POV:
           
If someone would've told me that I'd be so impulsive at some point in my life, I swear I'd have punched him like I did Rauf. I didn't not know how the hell everything happened today.
           
Ayat taking so long in returning, me again and again thinking something wrong is about to happen and me following her, me finding her being harassed by that bastard Rauf, me punching him and defending Ayat and the cherry on top me declaring marrying Ayat.
        
What the fuck had I done?!
I fucked up soooo bad.

I wanted to marry her. I always wanted to marry her but not like this.
I wanted to talk to Ayat first. She was supposed to marry me. I wanted her approval first but what had I done!!!
Closing my eyes, I cursed myself for being so impulsive.
Fuck!!!

Currently I was standing in the corner of the room of Ayat. She had been laying on the bed unconscious for the last two hours. Doctor examined her and told us nothing was serious. She just passed out due to stress.

Her room was so classy yet elegant just matching exactly with her style. Baby pink colored walls and a single bed in the center of the room and a couch in front of the bed and a set of chairs on the right side of the room. Her room had a dressing table parallel to the bed and she has a walk-in closet and an attached bathroom in her room.

Everything in this room was fucking pink.

Most importantly, she had a beautiful bookshelf of the mixture of pink and gray in color full of books that she read. It was located beside the dressing table. The only thing I knew about her books was they were in English and she was quite possessive of them. Only God knew what type of books she read.

My eyes were on her continuously, not once roamed here or there. I just wanted her safe and healthy. The fear of losing her was so strong that it shook me completely. I couldn't imagine a life without her. I wanted her beside me. Always. I couldn't stand the chance of her being a little bit hurt.

I'd rather prefer myself being shot in the chest twice instead of seeing her hurt. I am sure it'd be less painful. Only I know how I managed to bring her home and called the doctor calmly.

Ami and chachi were sitting beside Ayat on her bed. Chachi was crying continuously holding Ayat's hand on hers and ami was comforting her. Abu and chachu were sitting on the chairs placed some distance from the bed. Both of them were worried for her.

Everyone was worried for her. She was the apple of the eye of the whole family.
Perks of being the youngest.

I brought my right hand to my forehead in an attempt to massage it. My head was throbbing and I was having a severe migraine. Probably due to all the drama today. I winced in pain due to my bruised knuckles. I guess I just punched that asshole with a little more force than needed. That motherfucker deserved that though.

Bloodied lips, bloodied knuckles and my bloodied shirt, I am looking like a shit. It all hurts like a bitch.
My head, my hand and my fucking heart. For Ayat. For my butterfly

But not more than what had Ayat felt. I promised myself I'll not sit down calmly until I'd make him pay for what he did and I plan to do exactly that.

Phupo and that fucker came to home but none of us talked to them. Phupo retreated to her room and that coward might be clinging to his mother for protection. For sure he did wrong with Ayat and phupo defended him. Like how could she!!!

But I had decided now, I will marry Ayat. They had talked badly about her character. The girl I loved. I still love. The girl I had been obsessed with for years. I didn't care what anyone thinks. I will marry her. The only one whose opinion matters was Ayat.
I will talk to her. Make her understand. She has to marry me. And she will. I will make sure of that.