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Chapter Thirteen :

Wedding Preparations:

The holidays had come to an end and Jazmine and Zayn came home to some ecstatic parents. Upon their arrival, all they could hear was wedding dates and clothes, parties and the vows. Should the wedding be traditional style or should they have it in a church? It was all Jazmine could do to not scream. Zayn however, was taking it pretty well. So far.

The group of parents had decided to have a more... traditional wedding. This meant that there was an even bigger commotion, as these kinds if weddings took longer and they had more events which translated to more clothes which meant jewellery had to be bought.

It was all a big fuss really. Somewhere, along the way, Jazmine had forgotten that this was arranged. She had forgotten that she wasn't supposed to want to marry Zayn. She had forgotten that there was even going to be a wedding.

It came as a huge shock when she returned from Spain, to be swept into preparations. She couldn't go two minutes without hearing -

'Maybe the dress should be red. How about pink?'

Or -

'Zayn shouldn't wear white, perhaps black would be better?!'

There was a huge debate about the flowers. Pink? White ? Zayn couldn't see why this was important. If he was marrying the one he loved, who cared what colour the flowers. But then again, he wasn't marrying the one he loved. He was being wed to Jazmine. Who was... beautiful and cute and funny and... not the one he loved. He simply hadn't known her long enough.

Deep down, it bothered him. The fact that he had agreed to this. Why? He could be recording a new song. Or meeting his friends. Instead, he was patiently sitting as several women came and pinched his cheeks. Women who would exclaim -

'You've grown so much! Last time I saw you, you were only this tall.' They would gesture to their waists, or knees.

This was enough for him, as he ran up the stairs to the study's balcony.

Reaching into his pockets, he pulled out a cigarette, lit it and brought it to his lips. Inhale. Exhale. The smoldering cigarette lay limp in his hands as he breathed in the smoky fumes.

A shuffle and an intake of breath later:

'Zayn. What are you doing?'

'I don't know Mum. I... really don't know.' There was a clogging in his throat and he found himself incapable of speech.

He looked at his Mom, and in a second, there was something she had seen in his face. Something in his eyes. A desperate look. The look of someone who needed to be loved. The woman threw away the cigarette, it's embers licking the tips of her fingers.

'Zayn, what's wrong?'

The boy didn't answer, though his eyes welled up slightly at the sight of his mother, cradling him in her arms, like she did when he was a child.

'Everything's just going wrong. I'm.... I... I don't think I'm ready to get married. It's becoming too much. I'm lonely... Mum. I don't want to be lonely anymore.'

It was an overwhelming sight, the pair. His mother caressed his cheeks and fingered his hair. Brushing away the stray hairs on his face, she spoke to him.

'At one point in my life, I was as sad as you are now. I thought that there was no hope left. Nothing to live for. Then came your Dad. He made me smile, look forward to getting up in the morning. That's what you need. Someone to make your days that little bit brighter. Trust me dear, a mother knows best. Stay with Jazmine. She will make you happy. I can see it in her eyes.'

Zayn was confused, how was it that his mother could see something in Jazmine's eyes. And most importantly, what.

Meanwhile, Jaz was being peered at intently by all of Zayn's family. Well. The female side of it.

One Aunt might say-

'Well. I see Trisha has done a good job choosing you for Zayn.'

Another-

'A bit on the dark side though. Although I've heard that this new cream does wonders to a dark complexion.'

Jazmine was getting fed up. Any minute now and she would burst into tears. She had never imagined that this would be what an arranged marriage entailed. It was terrible. She was going to be bound to a man she barely knew. It was unfair, yet it was her own fault for agreeing to this. Her own stupid fault.

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Not much happened so...

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I was thinking about changing the name of this book. Maube something like.... Bound By a Bond... if you have any title ideas then please do share them! Thank you soooo much!

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