Unspoken Attractions by Failia Baighaan (read after txt) 📗

35- My Confusing Emotions

“Do you, Zain Bukhari, Take Hoorain Ahmed as your lawfully wedded wife?”

Zain stared at her eyes intensely, smiling wholeheartedly, “I do.”

“Do you, Hoorain Ahmed, Take Zain Bukhari as your lawfully wedded husband?”

A tear rolled down her cheek in gratification, nodding, “I do.” 

“I pronounce you as husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!” 

With the declaration, cheers of echo moved in the air as Zain lifted her veil, staring intensely into her eyes.

Hoorain’s heart began to race abnormally, averting her eyes shyly but smirking at her reaction, he lifted her chin.

“You are officially mine now.” With this tempting whisper, he pressed his lips slowly, sweetly upon hers.

Her heartbeats moved in sync with his, pressing her palm on his chest, closing her eyes to melt entirely in the sensation of his lips upon hers, taking her to the depths of euphoria.

Smiling into the kiss, he moved his lips softly, not making it a rough display of desperation but sweet and gentle where their breaths, their souls intertwined in immaculate rhythm.

A sensation to remember forever. And with a grin, they both pulled away slowly, inexplicably ecstatic.

“Thank you for coming into my life.” She whispered, kissing his knuckles but he laughed, giving her a side hug.

They turned to the crowd, receiving blessings from everyone, losing in the blithe, going for their reception.

Everyone settled down as Rayan raised, cleared his throat and grabbed a mic to gain everyone’s attention.

Zain smirked knowing this is going to be hard but he will indulge in this moment.

“I know Hoorain is my sister and I am from her side but I have decided to change sides and here I am, Best man for my childhood friend.” Rayan began to say.

Taking out the paper where he wrote his best man’s speech. Clearing his throat, he continued, 

“Zain is the first friend of my life, he was always there to support me, to guide me. Very practical and ambitious and to be honest, I am a bit nervous because my little sister is the complete opposite of him.” 

Rayan chuckled, not knowing what to say.

“But, He is a man of virtue who values and understands his duties. I know if there is anyone who could handle this headache, it has to be him.” 

Hoorain frowned but Zain smiled, shaking his head.

“And I give you my precious, Zain and I trust you fully that you are the best choice so rest assured Hoorain. You have got the best man.”

Rayan said sincerely ,sharing the perspective he holds in his mind for Zain.

“After Emraz Bhai, of course. We have high expectations from you.” Rayan added, making everyone laugh at his comment.

Emraz faked a cough and looked away sheepishly as the reception ceremony started and Hoorain considered it a fairytale.

Losing her heart in the moment where her fingers were intertwined with his and nothing else matters before it. 

After a series of traditions and tiresome days, filled with greetings and blessings. 

“I can’t believe it.” Hoorain whispered when Isra helped her to relax. 

Hoorain was in Zain’s room, realizing she had only seen it rarely but she was inside it for the first time.

“Believe it. Your husband is about to come.” Isra winked, giggling at her nervousness.

“Oh, Lord.” Breathing out, she sat on the bed, contemplating the beautifully embellished room with roses and a sweet scene.

“Bless you. Zain is very considerate, tell him if you are not okay with anything, okay?” Isra asked softly.

But how could she stop when her darkest desire is becoming a reality?

“Okay.” She nodded slowly and Isra left to call Zain.

“This is true.” She gulped, gripping the sheets tightly, scanning his room. 

There was a king sized bed in the middle along with the necessary furniture and everything was so organized unlike her room which was always a mess.

On the outside, Zain was using his phone, humming to himself and when he saw Isra came out. 

He got up immediately to enter but Isra smirked and stood in the middle.

“What now?” Zain asked with a frown.

“Ah, look at your eagerness.” Her smirk grew wider, putting her hand on the frame.

“Move, Isra.”

“Pay the toll to enter, Mister.” She grinned, offering her hand to give her money if he wanted to.

“You guys just took it at the other traditions.” He said, not liking this culture where they are only ripping him off.

“I paid you girls ten thousand for a glass of milk!” He argued, folding his arm.

“And this is another one so if you have to see your bride. You have to go through me.” She laughed, not letting him go.

“Either you pay or stay.” She giggled, being the only sister and taking advantage of it.

“Fine.” He sighed deeply, giving her the money to which she cheered, kissing his cheek and ran away.

“This woman.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, shaking his head.

He stood outside the room, cleared his throat, set his dress and hairs.

“You can do this. Calm down.” 

Inhaling deeply to control his raging heartbeats and overwhelming feelings before entering the room with loud footsteps.

Gasping, Hoorain got up from the bed immediately, tensed in his authoritative presence.

Oh my God, Oh my God. She thought.

Her heart was about to leap out of her chest, body becoming numb by his approaching steps.

“Z-Zain?” She stuttered, taking loud and hurried breaths when he stood in front of her.

“Why are you startled?” He asked huskily, smirking at her innocent reactions.

To enhance its intensity, his eyes traveled down to her angelic form and back to her abashed eyes.

“I.. We.. I n-never thought.. This d-day.. Where I..” She stammered, unable to collect enough words.

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