Amor Revenge

Zainab and Hazel eyes

"Hello !! little bird come to me I'm waiting for you " I woke up due to suffocation I felt that someone block my nose .
This was not for the first time that I got up like this . Mostly every morning I wake up like this , I never get to know why I always saw these hazel eyes in my dream when ever I'm near to catch them I woke up!! This is sooo distracting because when ever I saw these eyes my whole day spent in thinking about them .
Ahhhhhhhhh.......
I get off from my bed and rub my hands over my face to relax myself it was very necessary right now.
I start getting ready with all my effort because today Mohair was coming... Mohair is my fiancé...
Ohhhh I forget to tell you about my self ..
" hi! I'm Zainab ,Zainab Shafi . I'm the only daughter of Dr. Munib Shafi and Prof. Aliya Shafi and only sister of 3 elder brothers ( Faheem, Haseeb, Zohaib) but I'm more connected with Haseeb bhai.. he is the best .. And Mohair and I are the childhood fiancé,we both got engaged when I was 12 and Mohair was 15 . Then he went to London for his study when he was 16. His and mine fathers are-very close friends . And then one day his parents ask my parents for me in starting my parents were little confused as I was too young but then they thought its better to engage me as society is moving toward the wrong path. Then one day a very small party was arranged in our house between two of us families. When Mohair put a ring in my hand I got a goosebump at that moment but it was temporary at that time but then as I grow up the feeling of engaged with someone give me a shiver in my spine or I ever think about Mohair I don't know how but always make me a bit pink . But a there is always a thing that make me a bit nervous about our relationship that Mohair never talk to me never . In start I thought that he must think that we are to young or too small for this relationship. But when ever anyone of my family member met him in London they always say that he asked about me although he never even message me happy birthday or wish me on any occasion that was weird . But somewhere in my heart I have a soft corner for him , and finally he is coming after 10 years , I know its a long time . But his family is great his mother always sent me gifts and there is no reason behind those. He lives there with his family his fathers company has a branch in London also so after completing his education now he is taking over that branch. Although it is the age of technology but still I haven't seen him or any of his picture in these 10 years. It sounds weird but its true. "
Knock knock...
This drifted my thoughts "Zainab baby !!everyone is calling you in hall" a servant came to my room. I nodded her and say her that I'm coming.
I was quiet nervous because I was seeing him after soo long .
I was wearing a white knee length kurta with golden plazo pants I was not a make up person so only apply a light lip shade and wear earings . Although it was just a lunch but my mother asked me to get ready like this . He was coming straight from airport to our house .
I stepped towards hall. As I open the door Everyone look up at me it was quiet weird situation . I don't look straight towards Mohair it was not appropriate I greeted everybody loudly . And move toward his mother I sit next to her as Mohair was in front if me I can feel he saw me once than he start again talking with Haseeb bhai . I start talking with his mother but soon she start talking with my mother . I start focusing over Mohair and I got disappointed as I notice his eyes were brown not hazel I never know how but I always think that these are Mohairs eyes which come in my dreams. He was wearing a black polo t-shirt and black jeans with white shoes . His tan muscles were looking soo hot ...
He his face towards me because of my constant gazing he raised an eyebrow and smile this took me out of my thoughts and I blush very hard. He turn his face again towards haseeb bhai . But then I can feel his eyes over me time by time and this make me more nervous. And I excuse myself for helping in kitchen.