He Found Me. (Complete)

PART 15

HOOR POV:

I looked at myself in the mirror, all set for my wedding. But the question lingered, was I truly ready? Wearing my bridal dress, I stared at my reflection, feeling a mix of emotions.

I was having mixed feelings, unsure of what to do next. Standing in front of the mirror with a blank face, memories of my past flashed before my eyes. I took a deep breath, shaking my head to clear my thoughts. "Think positive," I reminded myself, trying to put on a smile despite the inner turmoil.

Glancing at the clock, I sighed. I had been asked to wait in the room without explanation. The door opened suddenly, and there he was, looking handsome in his suit. My heart raced as our eyes met. His intense gaze made me look away, unable to hold his stare.

He closed the door behind him and took a step towards me, causing me to step back instinctively. Rubbing my hands nervously, I waited for him to speak. "You are looking breathtaking," his husky voice broke the silence, sending shivers down my spine.

I nodded, feeling my face flush with warmth. The room filled with a tense silence as his eyes remained on me, yet I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze, overwhelmed by a rush of emotions.

"We should go, everyone is waiting," he said, urging me to move. Before I could react, he took a step toward me and grabbed my hand, leading me out of the room. His touch startled me, and I tried to pull my hand away, but his grip was firm, refusing to let go. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them back, determined not to show my vulnerability.

As we reached the entrance of the hall, I looked at him in shock, then at our intertwined hands. "Are we going to hold hands while walking to the stage?" I wondered silently, as I suddenly felt a little panic.

The cameraman appeared, capturing our every step as we made our way toward the stage. Sikander squeezed my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. For a moment, I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady myself. When I opened them again, I resolved, "I am gonna survive this."

With a strong heart, I gave myself thousand of pep talk and walked alongside Sikander,

We took our seats, yet his grip on my hand remained steadfast. I attempted once more to free myself, but his hold remained unyielding. Our eyes met as I looked at him, silently conveying my desire for him to release my hand. I managed a smile, hoping to ease the tension, but he met my gaze with an amused raised eyebrow.

"Major, let go of my hand right now," I whispered softly, aware of the cameras capturing our every move. His response was playful yet firm, "And what if I don't do that, Mrs. Sikander?" A small smile played on his lips, adding to my frustration.

I glanced at his hand holding mine, then back at him. In a moment of annoyance, I dug my nails into his hand, hoping to convey my seriousness. However, to my dismay, he merely looked at me with amusement, unfazed by my attempt to break free.

Frowning, I turned my face away, silently venting my frustration. 'I am trying to talk to him nicely, and he still won't let go of my hand,' I thought, feeling a mix of irritation and helplessness.

As the food was served and the cameraman left us alone, I turned to Sikander with irritation evident in my voice. "Can you please let go of my hand so I can eat?" I requested, hoping for a moment of respite from his playful antics. His response, however, was unexpected. "No," he simply stated, his gaze shifting between me and the food.

I stared at him, dumbfounded by his stubbornness. Before I could protest further, he took matters into his own hands, quite literally. "I can feed you, now open your mouth," he declared, presenting a spoonful of rice in front of me. My initial instinct was to refuse, but before I could utter a word, he swiftly fed me the rice.

Wide-eyed, I glanced around, half expecting curious eyes to be watching our exchange. Fortunately, everyone seemed engrossed in their meals, oblivious to our little drama. Slowly swallowing the food, I shot him a glare, only to find him eating his own meal calmly as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Despite my irritation, I couldn't deny the flutter of emotions his actions stirred within me. Butterflies danced in my stomach, and a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I looked down, trying to conceal my reaction.

From then on, he continued to feed me, even when I insisted I was full. I didn't protest further, knowing his stubborn nature all too well.

'Such a stubborn person,'

The remaining time passed swiftly, and soon it was time for Ruksati. A knot formed in my throat as I swallowed in fear. My parents approached me, enveloping me in a hug and showering me with blessings. Lastly, my brother came to me, smiling despite my puffy eyes. He wrapped his arms around me, comforting me with his words.

"You are going to be fine. He knows enough, and you should be thankful that after learning about you and your past, he considers you his responsibility till his last breath," my brother's words puzzled me, and I broke the hug, looking at him with confusion. "What do you mean?" I asked, unsure of what he was implying.

His mention of Sikander knowing about my past left me unsettled and curious. I glanced towards Sikander, who was now standing beside my father, engaged in conversation with his hands in his pant pockets. Thoughts swirled in my mind as I observed him, trying to decipher what my brother's cryptic words meant.

As we sat in the car, ready to head to Sikander's house, I closed my eyes, feeling exhausted from the day's events. The relief was palpable as I slipped off my heels, sighing with comfort. "Are you okay?" Sikander's voice interrupted my thoughts, and I turned to see him looking at me with concern. I blinked, then nodded slowly, not wanting to delve into the complexities of my emotions at that moment.

He returned his focus to driving, but I couldn't help stealing glances at him. The question lingered in my mind, burning with curiosity about what he knew about my past. "I know I am handsome, no need to stare at me like that. You have your whole life to look at me," his playful smirk brought a shake of my head, and I turned to gaze out of the window, pondering his enigmatic demeanor.

'He is so full of himself,'

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