Not exactly were they forced upon each other.
Not exactly they were compelled to tolerate each other.
Not exactly did they relished each other.
Nor do they repell each other.
Then why are they even together, as a ringed couple ?
A bewitching tale o...
Hello Sweets! Just to inform you that from this chapter onwards the story will be in first person's p.o.v. It will be mentioned on the top. Just so you get deeper insight of the characters mind. That's it. Thank you so much to everyone who's reading this. Plz don't forget to comment and vote as they would mean the world to me.
Zayn
This is not helping. Me, rummaging through old memories, it's certainly not helping. All I can ever remember is their epic love story. Harry and Diana. The most popular couple of school. And then there was me. A nobody. The boy who's never noticed by anyone. But the one who is taking note of everyone. Okay, not exactly everyone. But Diana and her boyfriend. But let's talk about my stalking skills at some other time. A time when I'm not too busy making out what was the trouble that landed in paradise. A trouble which actually turned a paradise into hell.
It must be pretty bad if it turned a girl as sunshiny as Diana to a dark depressing one. It saddens me to see her this way, really. In school days, She was the most chirpy, twinkly star. So outspoken, so confident, with a nice dash of humour. And was she beautiful ? Boy! She can bring Victoria's secret models to their knees. A slightly better version of Alexandra Daddario if you ask me with that blue eyes and perfect nose.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
There was not a single time when I saw her alone. She was always surrounded by group of exclusive students. And by exclusive I mean all those popular students. The ball players in their custom made jerseys, the filthy rich in their designer clothes, the cheerleaders in their kinky skirts, all in their own rich world.
A world where missing Kylie Jenner's insta stories is a melancholy. Where girls discuss about buying Jaoer's limited edition lipsticks like a cup of coffee and guys hash out over the latest Rolls Royce model. A world where students like me can never fit. No matter how hard we slave. It's just not meant for us. Unless we become billionaire overnight. And that still won't be nuff, because then we'd have to be up to date with every new overpriced useless things launching every second over the universe. Tweet every little detail about Selena Gomez and Justin Bieber's patch up, break up and again patch up. Know as to why Taylor Swift's Reputation is all about Kayne West and Kim Kardashian? What exactly did they do to make it in her list of bad people? Highly impossible if you ask me.
Because unlike them, we have to cram. Cram here in big bold letters. If I want to get admission in the best college, I will need a scholarship, that's only possible with good grades. My late father left me with as little as he could afford. A small house and some money in the bank account. Which can diminish any time soon, if not for my part time job in the boutique. Whatever I earn from the boutique are gone in my daily expenses, like paying bills, groceries, some really important books which you can't just sit in the library and read. You basically need them. The amount in the bank has been saved for bigger things. If I get an admission in the fashion designing college I'm cramming for, even with their scholarships, I will need the money for expenses that followed. Like to design my own clothing line later. But that's in far future. A boy can dream right? Working with big designers and getting featured in glossy magazines. Those were my only dreams. My goals, to be precise. And I have to work arduously to get there.
Rumours were Diana was mesmerized with Harry. Harry Styles, the only son of famous business tycoon Edward Styles's second wife. No siblings of his own but one step brother and two step sisters. His killer jaw line, hypnotizing green eyes, dimples to die for, tall lean physique and tempting curls. No wonder all girls were going ga-ga over him. Diana included. But Harry being Harry was not interested in a committed relationship.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
One night stands and friends with benefits were his type. An untamed creature he was. Which was later then tamed by Diana. I don't know how it happened but before we knew it, they were in a steady relationship. The bad boy turned good for Diana, by Diana. Maybe it was Diana's true emotions towards him or her irresistible looks. Or maybe both. But whatever.
The most handsome boy and the most stunning girl of school together, in a relationship was a major news. They looked remarkably ecstatic together. Certainly made for each other. Feast for everyone's eyes. Lunch break not only became food for tummy time, but an exhilarating sight for eyes too. And they never disappointed the viewers by doing nothing. They were always touching, holding hands, playing with each other's hair, deeply engrossed in each other's eyes. And on a lucky day also kissing vigorously. A model couple for everyone.
Not once did any of us witness them fighting or mistreating. Or even a slightest disagreement. After the high school we went different ways and I never heard about them. Just a random news that they were getting married.
A year after their marriage, that's when I met Mr. Jordan. Back then I was working as a side assistant to Ryan Designs, a small designing destination. His eyes scrutinised me, making me suddenly conscious about myself. I gave him a small smile and that's where the small talk got weaving.
" I'm sorry if I'm causing you discomfort by my obvious glances but you significantly resemble someone I used to know. " He enunciated in his plummy voice.
"That's highly out of the question, Sir. " I retorted. " Because barely anyone here knows me. Or anywhere. I'm an orphan, just to elaborate". And that was true. I didn't have any relatives for that matter.
He looked disappointed for a second, but was adamant. "No No No! This face is....... " He waited for a correct word. But it didn't struck him or so because he went quite for a while.
I was just about to take turn when he insisted, " Do you by any chance know.......? Never mind, Just please tell me your full name. If you don't mind. "
"Zayn Malik, Sir."
"Zayn Javadd Malik?" He jabbered. And left me stunned. He definitely knew my father's name. But how ?
"Yes! How do you know that? " I stuttered, my voice barely a whisper. After my aunt who brought me up, this man was the first who announced my father's name out and loud. Hearing that name after so long, coming from a stranger's lips suddenly left me weak, being hit by all kinds of emotions. It's not everyday you hear your deceased father's name. It has been years since I last heard his name. It hits me hard, the missing parents figure in my life, the jinxed me who never had a chance to play with my parents, the realization of me being an orphan struck me hard. I suddenly yearn for him, crave for his presence beside me. Something I'll never have, never had. Why, oh why do I have to meet this stranger? He's making me grieve for the loss of something I never had in the first place.
