You And I (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Epilogue.

18th August, 2018.

Zara's POV.

"Honey? Are you guys done?", I heard Mom as she walked into the room.

"No Mom. How does this makeup look on me? Is it too much?", I asked her.

I was just not satisfied with my makeup, which was done by the make up artist Mom had called home for me.

It's my wedding, I have to look good.

No not just good, the best. 

"Honey it's really good! Stop worrying about it! You look so pretty!", Mom cupped my face.

I shrugged and turned to face the mirror once again.

"Zara you look great! Trust me!", Anne said from the side.

"I don't know! Will Zayn like it?", I asked everyone.

"Of course sweetie!", Laura said to me.

"Okay.", I mumbled and sat back on the chair placed in front of the mirror.

"Come on cheer up! Come let's get you dressed.", Amy said as she pulled me up by my hand.

I stood up from my seat, and walked to where Mom was standing, holding my wedding lehnga.

Zayn being a muslim, and me being a christian, we decided the wedding will be organised in the muslim style, and the wedding reception will be organised according to us.

My lehenga was selected by Zayn himself. And I must say he has a really pretty choice.

It was dark green in color, with a tint of blue on the sides, with heavy embroidery all over it.

I quickly removed the bath robe and took the blouse from Mom's hands.

I put it on, and hooked it up in the front.

"Come step into it.", Mom said as she bent down to bring the lehnga to my feet.

I quickly pulled it up, and once it was done, Anne draped the dupatta on my side, and then up on my head.

I really liked this attire, and what made it really special was that it was really different from our wedding gowns.

"Okay honey you're done. Just wear those heels.", Amy flashed me a smile.

Once I was done, I walked to the dresser.

"Mom it's so heavy. How am I going to carry it?", I frowned.

The lehnga was very, very heavy. 

I hope I don't fall off today.

"I know sweetie. But it's gonna be fine okay?", Mom pecked my temple.

"Hmm.", I mumbled and brushed the side bangs off my face.

"Okay just one more thing left. The jewellery.", Laura picked up the jewellery box from the side, and picked up the necklace.

She quickly put on all the jewellery on me, and I felt even more heavy now.

How do brides handle all this stuff?

But it's fine. I'll do it. 

I'll do it for Zayn.

Zayn's POV.

"Bro you look so beautiful!", Niall chirped from the bed.

"Beautiful? Seriously?", I frowned.

"I mean  yeah you look really good. That sherwani suits you.", Niall laughed.

"I know.", I grinned.

Finally after five years, today is the day when Zara  will be mine, forever.

I am a bit nervous about how things will be carried out today.

But in the end, everything's gonna end well, I'm sure.

Zara had selected a black coloured sherwani for me. And I really liked it.

Of course I would, my to be wife has decided it.

Wife.

This word has so much meaning, so much more than just sharing our lives together.

Both of us will be one from now. One soul, and two different bodies.

And this day, is the happiest day of my life.

...

"Qubul hai."

"Qubul hai."

"Qubul hai."

I repeated it three times in front of everyone, as the maulvi ji told me to.

There was a thin curtain spread out between Zara and me, and I looked at her through that, feeling like the luckiest and the happiest man on this earth.

"Qubul hai."

"Qubul hai."

"Qubul hai."

Zara said just like me.

She looked up to me, and that's when I felt the fast pumping of my heart beneath.

I'll never leave your side Zara, never.

Zara's POV.

This was it.

The maulvi ji announced that we were husband and wife now, and I felt like I was on cloud nine right now.

Getting married to someone you love so much, is the best thing that can happen to anyone, and that same thing was happening to me today.

All of this, seemed to be a dream.

A beautiful never ending dream.

A dream where I will spend the rest of my life with the man who loves me to death.

A dream where we will share each and every moment of our lives with each other.

A dream where Zayn will take me into his own beautiful world.

A dream where he is the king, and I am his queen.

....

"Zara, will you like to spend the rest of your life with me?", Zayn said out loud, sounding really soft at the same time.

He had got down on his knees for me, and held a platinum ring in his fingers, facing me.

I quickly nodded as a sole tear went down my cheek.

The day I had been waiting for since so long.

The day I wished would come soon, was right here in front of me, and I still couldn't believe all this was actually happening.

Zayn got up to his feet, and quickly slipped the ring in my ring finger.

Anne handed me his ring, and I quickly slipped it into his ring finger.

I looked up at him, and a rush of emotions went inside me.

Saying I was happy, would actually be an understatement of what I actually felt inside me.

Zayn looked into my eyes and his lips pulled up into a smile.

"I love you Zara."

"I love you Zayn."

Zayn closed the gap between us,  and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his lips against mine.

I rested my hands on his chest and closed my eyes.

Everyone around the room clapped and cheered for us, as we both got completely lost into each other.

( ZAYRA GOT MARRIED 5 YEARS LATER!!  :D OMG SO HERE COMES THE END OF MY STORY:) HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT A BIT! I KNOW NOT MANY PEOPLE READ IT, BUT ALL THOSE WHO DID, THANKU SO VERY MUCH FOR GIVING ME YOUR TIME. IT REALLY MEANS A LOT TO ME.  I LOVE YOU GUYS!
SO BBYE FOR NOW! THANKU FOR STICKING AROUND:) HAPPY READING!! XX)