||~Promise~|| ¤ZM Love Story¤

Chapter 08- Twist

(Pic Is Of Safaa Malik's)

*Azra's P.O.V*

¤ Two Weeks Later ¤

Have you ever know how it feels like to finish a job with total perfection and satisfaction on both the sides? I do. Im currently feeling it. Planning Doniya's wedding was exhausting, but the outcome was unexpectedly marvellous. Most of all, the satisfied looks on Doniya's and her family's face, just made my day. The compliments I recieved, the times with Waliyha, some motherly love from Mrs. Malik, was more than what anyone could ever ask for. Thankfully, everything ended with a happy ending and now Doniya and her husband have gone for Paris in order to celebrate their honeymoon. And what else, me and Waliyha still talk to each other and have became really closer over these past weeks. We even had some video calls whenever we had time and thats how I knew that she's got a younger sister named Safaa and she was as beautiful as the rest of the family. She is well, not much of a social animal, according to the information I got from Waliyha, she always shut herself up and never opens up. She doesnt talk much and she used to spend her days inside her room, locked up. Nobody knows the reason behind her behaviour. What shocks everyone is that she only talks to one person, she opens up about herself for only one certain person and that person is none other than her brother, Zayn Malik.

Speaking of devil, to be honest, after our 'little encounter' in the wedding hall, I didnt even hear a single thing about him these past few weeks and he never did any creepy things to me. I told everything that happened to Afra and for the first time in her life, she seemed satisfied on what I did. And I even told her how he signalled that 'he is watching me', and she told me not to care about it as he was just scaring me. First, I was scared, but as the days passed, I was convinced that he forgot the slap and is continuing to rock his business. If Im being honest, guilt was eating me alive whenever I think about the slap and I cant help it. But anyways, everything is settled, Im happy, my family is happy, and thats all that is matters and nothing else.

So, Im currently in the kitchen, sitting on the counter with Afra beside me while my dad is cooking. Its not like I dont know how to cook, my dad doesnt like us, as in Afra and I, handle the kitchen. So yeah, its useless arguing with dad, here we are, creating another memory inside the kitchen as dad was sharing one of his moment with our mom, before their marriage, "But dad, why would you do that to her?", Afra asked Dad and in return he chuckled as he was cutting the onions, "Well, she was a stubborn one those days and I did what I did because someone had to stop her", my dad replied shaking his head at his memory. Well he was talking about how my mom wanted my dad to convince his mom, as in my grandma, to approve their relationship.

But, clearly our grandma didnt approve which is why mom wanted him to convince her one way or another and my dad scolded her for the first time, "And you call that a memory dad?", I asked him as he was claiming a 'scolding scene', as a memory,"Im not finished ladies, main part is yet to come", dad said as he was washing his hands, "Dad we was waiting for that certain main part since one hour", Afra complained making my dad to chuckle and for me to nod, "Yes dad, and you seem to say everything but that main part", I told him and his chuckle turned into a hearty laughter, "Okay then, since my impatient young ladies wants to know the 'main part', here it comes", my dad started, and we sat up straight, "Well, I scolded her and her being the angry bird..", he paused to chuckle and we encouraged him to continue, "being the angry bird, she slapped me", he told before chuckling and my eyes widen at the mention of my mom, slapping my dad. I mean, the scene is dangerously familiar for me, as you all may know. To make things worse the brat aka Afra winked at me, even she sensed it, "But you know whats special about it?", my dad asked and we looked at him, "What is it dad?", Afra asked as my mouth seemed to be shut at the moment, "That was the first ever time she raised her hands on someone, first ever time", my dad stated and with that my heart dropped. Afra looked like she was going to burst by controlling her laughter and I was in no mood to confront her or glare at her. I slowly looked at my dad, "D-dad, did th-this seriously happened between you two? I mean the slapping part?", I asked and he nodded smiling, "Why would I lie? Infact, this one is my favourite memory of all", my dad chuckled and I just didnt know how to respond and I looked at Afra who was busy swallowing her laughter and I sighed looking at my dad and smiled at him, "Okay dad, Im going to my room upstairs", I told him and he nodded making me get off of the kitchen counter and make my way towards my room upstairs and went straight to my bed, sitting cross-legged and threw a pillow on my lap, resting my elbows on it and started staring at the couch infront of me. Why do I feel like today its not going to end well? Why do I feel like a storm is about to occur today? Why does my dad had to have a memory just like how it happened to me few weeks before? Why do I have numerous butterflies flying in my stomach as if theres no tomorrow? Why is my heart beating so faster? Why do I have a nostalgic feeling in the pit of my stomach? Why? Why? WHY?!, I sighed, Im getting worked up over nothing, nothing is going to happen. I heard the click of my door, indicating someone stepped inside and that is Afra. Great, last thing I need is her to give me a second round of what happened downstairs...