Enna Sona [Ziam]

One

"Rab raakha.. Rab raakha.. Rab raakha.."

Liam never thought he would say this. But right now he hates Deewan. That stupid tall drink of water in his shiny new turban and the constant smile on his face is blasting Bollywood songs after Bollywood songs; all Liam's favourite. How can Liam not hate his friend for playing such soothing songs when all Liam wants to do is freak out and yell at someone! He can't jam to Rab Raakha right now! And it's definitely not a "Khushi ka samaa!"

Liam glared at his reflection in the long mirror while doing his last button painstakingly slow. He can't believe how perfect the Kurta fits him.

Nothing was supposed to be perfect. But everything was. From the songs Deewan is playing to the Kurta Harry brought him at such short notice. And even the Dhoti is perfect. He can't even whine about how it's itching him, because God dammit the material is soft! One might think he would want everything to be perfect for his own wedding but no! Not when..

*Knock knock*

Niall walks in with the turban Liam is supposed to wear. Now that's something Liam can complain about!

"Absolutely no Niall!"

"Good evening to you too handsome. Damn if only I was gay!"

Liam would've blushed if he wasn't already stressed out. Niall has been Liam's best friend since 8th grade. And he's always full of compliments and appreciation for Liam. But right now Liam just can't take Niall's sweet words. Nop. Not today! He needs to stop obsessing over Game of Thrones! Liam frowned at his own thought.

"Niall, honestly, I can't wear that mate! It's ridiculous. Who wears those anymore?" Liam thought if he whines some more Niall might actually give in. But all Niall did was smile bright that Irish smile.

"Apparently every male in your family! Even Roo is wearing it. She looks good, but don't tell her I said that!"

Roo was certainly the darling of the family. No other girl in the family would have dared to wear a turban with lehanga.

"But it will ruin my quiff mate!" Liam pouted.

Niall grinned wider.

"You just sounded like-"

"Don't even go there Niall!"

"You guys are crazy! You're getting married, but can't stand the mention of each other's name!"

Somehow Niall finds the whole thing amusing. Liam sighs.

"You know the circumstances.."

"I know Liam.. But right now we don't have much time, so please wear this or else Aunty K would have my head for dessert!"

"I'd look so odd with this on Bro! I bet you, He won't be wearing this! No one is allowed to go anywhere near his hair. And a turban like this? Never in a million years!"

Liam shook his head. He knew. He just knew.

"Ah Payno, he will wear it. Liv is with him. She will manage!"

The door bursted open startling both the lads. A furious looking Olivia walks in. Her blonde hair in a messy bun, dark green lehanga too heavy for her to manage but it's the redness of her face that grabs their attention.

"I can't! I just can't manage that arrogant son of a bitch!"

Liv sits down on the couch. Grabs the water bottle on the side table and gulps down half of it. She doesn't even bother to wipe the water from her chin before jumping into the angry rant Niall was preparing himself for.

"He threw the Pagri at me! He fucking threw that heavy, expensive, handmade, designer turban at me and yelled 'Don't you fucking dare touch my hair!' And his so called fucking best friend laughed! It almost hit me in the nose and that fucking hedgehog laughed!"

Liv took a deep breath. Niall looked at her with calculating eyes. He was not sure if it's the right time to touch her or get in the 2 meter radius within her. But Liam was sighing in relief.

"See! Told you he wouldn't wear that. Which means I don't have to wear this either!"

He would've tossed the turban to the couch if it wasn't for Niall's whispered "wrong move mate!" Liam only had 5 seconds before realizing Olivia has snapped.

"Liam James Payne! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU? YOU THINK IT'S A JOKE? I MADE THESE TURBANS AT SUCH SHORT NOTICE FOR BOTH OF YOU AND YOU'RE BEING SUCH UNGRATEFUL BASTARDS! YOU THINK YOU'RE GONNA GET AWAY WITH THROWING MY TURBAN AWAY? YOU'RE WEARING IT THE WHOLE NIGHT OR GOD HELP ME-"

Liam flinched. He was not used to being shout at, well except from Him, but that's another story. No one shouted at Liam. No one can. He is the sweetheart of the whole society. Everyone's darling son. Every uncle, every aunt, every neighbour.. Everyone loved Liam. Well, one can blame the puppy eyes, but it's also just how Liam is. Never disappoints anyone. Never says no. And if he says no, he turns that into a yes within seconds if the other person is upset. And that's why he took the turban back and tried putting on his head.

"Oh God Liam! I'm sorry! I've been stuck with those two assholes for more than an hour and I just took it out all on you!"

Liv felt guilty now. She looked at Niall for help.

"Hence the cursing! Honestly, the amount of swear words you used in the past 5 minutes! They're such a great influence!"

All three of them laughed. Well, Liam was laughing through the Payne, but no one needs to know that.

"Well? Help me with this then. I don't know how to put this on!"

Liv was glad to help. If she had a choice she would've chosen to help only Liam. But apparently the other groom needed help and Niall nominated Liv without her permission. Someone might know how uncomfortable the new couch is tonight.

"Ow! I'm gonna have a headache from this just turban by the end of the night! And it's not even close to the headache I'm getting married to!"

Liv and Niall laughed at that. They felt for Liam. Really, they did. But there's nothing they could do to help him out of this mess.

"That reminded me, who's helping him with the turban then?"

Liam was curious.

"Guess who?"

Liv smirked.

"Oh no! Poor Harry! He will kill the poor thing just by his sass!"

Harry worked with Liv in fashion. He is such a cupcake. Really a curly version of Liam himself. And of course that would make Him hate the guy.

Liv just laughed. She knew He wouldn't dare insult Harry when His partner-in-crime turns to mush when the boy walks in. Niall seemed to agree to that as well.

"No buddy. Louis might even try avocado if Harry looked at him long enough. Your fiancé wouldn't dare throw the turban at Styles. He'll be alright."

And Liam knew that. Everyone would be alright, except for himself. How can he be alright when he's getting married to the Devil himself? Maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration. But Liam would have never imagined a week ago, that he will be getting married to his arch-nemesis Zayn Javadd Malik.

How did he get here!?