Arranged Marriage

Chapter 3

3rd Person POV~
Latika's hands were in her face, expection the worst, while Zayns' were in mid-air, swinging fast on her. Smack. Smack. Smack. It was you could hear in the room. Latika couldn't scream, or everyone would come in, and ask for details. Details Latika cried for everynight, the reason for her fake smiles. Zayn had teary eyes, not believing he had just done that. AGAIN. 

Its was different though. He wasn't crying from his anger. He was crying, because he hurt the love of his life. What he lived for. She was his everything, but in her eyes...she was just a subject to let all the anger of a soul out. She was worthless, but she was his everything. 

Latika's POV~ 
Zayn stopped hitting me, and i slowly took my hands out of my face. "Im not going to hit you..." He said it so fast, and insecure of himself. He was scared, he was ashamed, he was all sorts of emotions all over his face. I got up, and went to the bathroom, to see the bruises he has made, once again on my body. 

I slowly lifted my shirt up, and saw how the bruises were slowly forming. Fast. I heard a knock at the door, i knew it was him. I didn't open it or answer. "Latika, open the door. Im so sorry...let me just see..." I dont know why he would do such a thing. I've never done anything to him. 

I saw the door open, i was shocked because i thought i had locked it, i quickly put my shirt down and started to walk out of the bathroom. He firmly grabbed my wrist and pulled me back, picking me up and sitting me down on the high countertop. He caressed my cheek, i flinched because instead of a caring caress, i felt pain. "It's ok...Im not going to hit you." I dont trust him anymore though. I've done that mistake before. I'm not going to do it again. 

"Ok..." i stuttered that out of my mouth, scared out of my mind. He slowly lifted my shirt up, to see the bruises he had done earlier, keeping eye contact. he roamed the bruises with his finger prints. I whimpered in pain, but not even for long because he covered my mouth. "It's ok babe... I'll treat them, just tell me where the first aid kit it." I stayed silent. He opened the cabinent ontop of the toilet, finding the first aid kit.  He put the gel like liquid on the cotton ball, pressing them firmly but slowly on my bruises, as the teats flowed down my checks. 

"Latika, Zayn! Come downstairs for Dinner!" I heard My dad yell. "Coming sir!" Zayn said, loud enough but not screaming. "Come on, just put your hair on your neck." He said, fixing my hair. "Ok..." I walked infront of him, to open and close the door but he walked out, grabing my hand, our fingers crossing with one another. We walked downstairs, and when they saw our hands holding they all gasped and started to 'Awe' I got aggrivated a but, but...you know... I don't have a say in this. Whatsoever. 

"What's for dinner" Donyia asked, braking the akward silence in the room. 
"Pizza!" Safaa suggested. "Pizza it is." My mom said, clapping her hands and motioning my dad to call for Pizza. As he went to make the call. I looked over at my furure inlaws. Would i have to call them mom and dad once we're married? Would he want kids? How many? Would we visit our families weekly? Monthly? Where would we leave? I didn't realize i had ungripped Zayn's hand, and everyone saw. I quickly grabbed it again, smiling. They all gave us a nice look, and Zayn looked pleased with it. 

~Ding

My mom went to answer the door, coming in with pizza boxes in her hand. I was sitted next to Zayn, and Waliyah, next to him was Safaa, then Doniya, Trisha, my mom, my dad, Yaser. "So, what did you 2 get to know about each other?" Trisha asked, directly at me. I was sitting there, dumfounded. I drank some wine to get it through, thinking it was beer, i took a big gulp. I had gotten Spagettii, since i was not a little kid anymore. I was raised to be certain in every little thing. "I learned quite a few things from Zayn." I tried not to make eye contact but i felt like it made it look so obvious that we didn't talk up there, so i looked at him, only to find him already looking at me. He smiled at me, looking at me straight in the eyes, and then my lips. I smiled back, i just noticed how beautiful he was.