Arranged Love (Zayn Malik Arranged Marriage)

Emotional

Pray's p.o.v

Sitting for what seems like forever really hurts your butt. The worst part is that you can't do anything about it, even if you want to. You try, but fail every single time. I've tried for like, ten times already. Being the bride does brings you a lot of attention, but sucks at the same time.

"Mum, I'm thirsty. And seeing that your hands are filled with henna, I'll get it myself" I said. Silently praying that she would let me. But when I tried to get up, I was pulled back down. Again.

"No dear, let someone get it for you" she called a girl that I have never seen before, told her to bring me water. This was one of my many fail attempts to stand up and at least walk a bit, I'm not even thirsty.

The sad part is, I don't get to look at Zayn anymore. All the gentleman went outside, in the backyard to chat so the ladies could have a little fun. And by "fun", I mean dance, talk, sing, talk, and more talk. Oh, and try to embarrass me.

Now that I've mentioned dancing and talking. Some girls have started dancing to a bollywood song that I think I've heard before, there are just so many bollywood songs that you get confused. I think it's a song related to marriage. Of course.

I must say that I'm actually enjoying this, it's really fun to watch. Plus, it's a bonus when all your family members are present. Only when they are good, and by "good", I mean not judgy, vain, self centered, attention seeking, arrogant, annoying, stupid, loud, emotional, and other stupid stuff. I'm sure all of the Muslim people would know how annoying relatives can be. Especially if your a girl.

I see Salina making her way through the crowd, coming my way. Let the war begin.

"Sup whore?" she greeted, oh, so, formally. That's what she usually calls me, and not to metion her nickname for me since primary.

"Sup bitch?" I replied. Totally suits her, am I right?

We glared at each other for a while, then burst out laughing and giggling. Making the crowd which was around me laugh as well. I don't know why all the girl's want to sit right next to me, they are literally surrounding me. It's really getting hars to breathe. We have the entire living room to ourselves, but no. And all the sweets they make you eat, gives you a strong headache and leaves you full. No more space for real food.

"The colour is really dark Pray" she said as he admired the work of art on my hands. I was really scared about how the outcome would be after I washed off the henna, but to my surprise, the colour what darker than than I expected. Usually when I went to weddings and wore henna, the colour would be a light shade of orange. Now, it's dark brown, nearly black. No signs of orange at all. I think mines is the darkest of all the women and girls around here.

"I know" I said, smiling. It means my soon-to-be husband loves me. Zayn loves me a lot, our love is the strongest of all. And that's all I need, his love.

"You know what that means?" Salina said smugly, making the "seem" longer tham usual.

"What?" I asked being a dumb bitch that I am.

"It means you'll have babies soon. Im sure Aunt Nisha's going to receive a call the next day of your honeymoon, reporting that her lovely Pray is pregnant with Zayn's baby" she spoke dramatically. The living went silent, if you drop a pin, it would be like someone fired a shotgun.

"That's not how it works Einstein" I said as a matter of factly, with a dramatic eye roll.

"Oh, honey. For you it does, you have no idea. The looks at you, it's like a Lion looking at his predator"

"Go die" I muttered. The room lit up again, laughter filling my ears. I couldn't help but smile a little myself seeing Salina hoot with giggles. I'm going to miss her so much, because I'm sure that after marriage, Zayn and I won't be here for long. We'll move to london, leaving all this behind. Leaving my parents behind, my friends behind, the kind old lady who lives the next door behind, my dance crew behind. My life behind.

I came out of my thoughts when I felt a warm hand on my cheek, that's when I realised the hand was wiping the tears away that were flowing on my cheeks. And the hand belonged to Salina.

"Why are you crying Pray?" she asked. Worry was clear on her face as her eyebrows were knit together, face in a frown. She never called me by my name, whenever she did, she would correct herself a second later by calling me "whore". It felt weird hearing my name from her plumped lips.

Without any further ado, I hugged her. Clenching onto her like my life depended on it. I will really miss her.

"I'll miss you too babe" she whispered, knowing what all this was about. That's why she's my bestfriend, she's like a sister I never had. I wish I could take her with me, I even talked to Zayn about this once. He said it was ok, being his charming self. But the one not okay with it was Salina. When I asked her, she hesitated a bit, but said no. She needed to continue on with her studies and her family is also here. It pains me, but I want the best for her. It's her choice anyways.

She pulled away from the sad hug and smiled, but you could still see her watery eyes.

"Niw you've made me all emotional you whore" she said, trying to light up the mood. And it did.

Her smile was dashing, hed dimples making it look more cute. This was one of the things that we had in common, our dimples. But I had one while she had on the either sides. Her smile could light up a whole room, make it look alive. I poked her dimples, making her scowl at me. Another thing in common, niether of us liked it when someone poked our beloved dimples. Zayn does, a lot. Whenever I smile or laughed, he would poke it. No matter how many times I would ask him to stop, even not talk to him after he would do it, on purpose. But he would always find a way to make me forgive him. By treating me ice-cream or taking me somewhere really romantic.

"Is that food I smell?" Salina asked. I chuckled at her childish behavior, speaking of food. Im not hungry anymore, not after the number of sweets I had to swallow. Nope, not hungry. More like in a mood to puke. I just hope I won't gain anymore weight, beacuse I've already gained a lot by eating the delicious wedding food these past few days. I can't even go out for a jog. Yes, I'm that busy.

Typical weddings.

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What's uuuuuuuupp?

I'm so happy and stress free. I got so irritated by exams that I literally counted the days and calculated the time till my freedom.

Now, I'm finally free.

HAKUNA MATATA!

Pray x :>