His Hidden Crush

Chapter 15 (I)

Hii. I am here with another update. Finally Zahran and Ayat got married in this chapter. 🎉
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I have started a new story 'The forbidden vow' It's a mafia dark forbidden romance. If you are interested in it, you can read it. I have posted characters and prologue and will start the story soon. In sha Allah.

Zahran POV:

"Zahran Sheikh wald Hassan Sheikh apko Ayat Sheikh wald Ahmed Sheikh bima 1 crore ruppey haq meher k sath apny nikah mei di jati hai kya apko qubool hai?" After taking the consent of Ayat, Qazi sahab asked me for my consent which I gave him immediately. Repeating the 'qubool hai' thrice, I became Ayat's forever.

A chorus of congratulations could be heard and the distribution of sweets among all people could be seen then dua was made.

Adorned in a black sherwani, I was pondering about the events that happened last week. It was the time when abu announced my marriage to Ayat on the same day as my sister and friends' walima.

To say I was happy would be an understatement because I was feeling euphoric. Today she had become Ayat Zahran Sheikh from Ayat Ahmed Sheikh, giving me full rights to her, becoming mine while I became hers. She was mine from the moment my heart got feelings for her and I was hers from the exact moment. It's just a formality for everyone else.

I saw her coming out of the bridal room with the help of Zara. She was wearing a red lehnga by 'Faiza Saqlain', her favorite designer and was looking gorgeous. It was difficult to arrange a dress in such a short notice but it just took a few more lacs for me to get my girl a dress from her dream designer. Anything for my butterfly. If she'll ask me for stars and moon, I will bring them to her without any second thoughts.

She was looking breathtakingly beautiful that I unconsciously raised from my seat, seeing her coming towards me on the stage. My gaze refused to acknowledge anyone else in the place.

She stopped in front of the stage struggling with her lehnga so I gave her a hand for help and with the other lifted her lehnga so she could walk properly. My cousins and Waqas hooted at my action and some even captured the moment which made me blush.

God, only this gorgeous girl beside me could make The workaholic CEO Zahran Hassan Sheikh blush.

Carefully, I made Ayat sit beside me and I saw Zara took the seat beside Waqas. Ami, abu, chachu and chachi along with Waqas parents were sitting a few chairs away from us.

We became ready to head back home only when Zara finished all her rituals including 'doodh pilai' rasam. She said and I quote "I came from Ayat's side not yours.. but for this rasam only, since I am her sister, cousin, friend and everything." and got fifteen thousand rupees for the damn ritual. Traitor sister!! Which sister does this rasam with her own brother? Obviously mine.

I was leading her to the car and she was going to the same damn house even after marriage, yet she was crying hugging chachu and chachi!
Why, though? It's not like I was kidnapping her or something. She's my wife now. She herself agreed to be mine.

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When I entered my room, I was stopped dead in my tracks. The first thing I saw was the decoration. My whole room was decorated with the white and red flowers, giving full romantic vibes.
Fuck!! I prohibited Waqas from doing this shit because I knew it'd make Ayat uncomfortable and nervous but the fucker still did it.

I am going to beat him to the pulp.

Entering further inside, I saw Ayat sitting with her face covered with her dupatta as a veil in the middle of the bed. Her shoulders were stiff and she had her hands fisted on her lehnga. She looked tense.

Slowly, I walked towards the bed and sat in front of her cautiously, fearing I'd trigger her trauma but luckily none happened. She sucked in a breath and she fisted her hands more on her lehnga.
Fucking fuck!! Was I making her uncomfortable?!

"Ayat!" I called her which came out as a whisper. She shifted in her place a little and mumbled, "Yes."

Taking a deep breath, I took her hands in mine and squeezed them in an attempt to convey her my unsaid words. "Relax, butterfly. I am not going to eat you."

When I saw her a little relaxed, I lifted her veil and was once again enchanted by her beauty. She was looking breathtaking and my heart immediately skipped countless beats and immediately said 'MashaAllah'.

She kept her gaze on her lap so I called her name to get her attention. She hesitantly raised her beautiful dark brown orbs and looked in my eyes with nervousness.

"Are you ok, butterfly?" My voice softened and I asked her in a gentle voice. She nodded her head rather than replying. "Here take this." I reached the side table drawer and took out the pink box which had the intricate 18k gold diamond ring which was pink in color I bought for her as her 'moun dikhai' and forwarded it in her direction.

"What is this?" Her gaze settled on the box for a second then she glanced at me with her question-filled eyes. "Your moun dikhai." I replied nonchalantly.

She opened the box and the next thing she did was gasped in surprise. I smiled, satisfied with my gift. I was glad she liked it. "Oh god, it looks so expensive." You shouldn't have spent so much on me were her silent words.

She commented and she was right. It cost a total of 1.5 crores but it was worth it. Anyone could see the ring from afar and could know that she's taken. No one will dare to lay their nasty eyes on her and if they did, I know what I'd do.

"Nothing is too expensive for you, butterfly." I replied to her unasked question which was on display in her eyes. I had noticed she had an habit of thinking too much but I was here to clear her all doubts and to make her realize she's worthy of all the love she deserved.

"Thank you." All I was able to hear was a damn thanks. I kept staring at her while she kept staring at her lap.
Was it normal to feel jealous of her lap for getting all her attention? Probably not. Did I want her full attention on me? Fuck yes.

After a few minutes of silence, I cleared my throat to gain her attention. "Ayat, I think you should change your clothes. This lehnga must be so uncomfortable. No?" I was expecting a 'yes' as an answer but what she said shook me to core.

"You are not going to touch me tonight?" Standing in front of the bed, she struggled with the words and avoided making eye-contact while asking such question. Her question caught me off guard. What kind of sick bastard did she think I was? I loved her for her innocent soul, not for her beautiful body.

"Wo... Zara told me we- we were supposed to consummate our marriage tonight. It is a ritual." When I remained silent due to the shock she gave me, she explained.

Fuck this ritual. Nothing is more important than my butterfly's comfort. I am gonna kill my sister for doing this to her own best friend. She fucking knew what she went through yet she said that to her.

Getting off the bed, I walked closer to her and took her hands in mine and informed her. "You do not have to worry about such stupid ritual. I will take care of it. Just change your dress and go to sleep. Ok?" My voice was warm and assuring.

Nodding her head, she went inside the bathroom to change and I sat on the bed and I registered to confront the other couple, my friend and sister, in my mind. I am gonna kill them both. No doubt they were made for each other.

My chain of thoughts broke when I heard Ayat calling me. "Sunaein." She whispered with a hint of terror and I became alert immediately.
Was she ok? Did something happen? Did she get hurt somewhere? Did she not find her clothes? Did-

Before I could think of something else, she addressed me again and said something which made me freeze in my place.
Fucking hell!!!

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