l'Amour sans Limites (A Zayn Malik Love story)

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She just hoped with all her might that the guy would reject her!

The party was over and now Devika had a very big handful of gifts!

The doorbell rang and in came a family. Her mum and dad straightened on the couch and she guessed it was the family who was gonna see her.

She rushed upstairs and wore a salwar kameez. She wore a red-pink colored salwar kameez which had golden stream on the edges. * Pic on side!*

She wore minimal make up. She never wore too much. She stuck a bindi between her eyebrows and just brushed through her hair. She heard her mum call her from downstairs, “Devika! Neeche aao! (Come down!)”

She yelled back “Yeah mum..! I’m coming!” She took one last look at the mirror and took her dupatta and properly covered the neck of her top. She looked like the traditional Indian girl!

She came downstairs to meet the most gorgeous pair of eyes she’s ever seen! They were a green-blue kinda color. She was on the last step when she passed the whole family a smile. The cute guy smiled, showing his two cute dimples. Didn’t seem like a bad idea at all!

On the couch sat the guest family. The man looked strong and bit old. He had the typical Muslim features to his face. The wife looked lovely and motherly. She smiled at Devika, which she returned. There was a young girl, maybe 12 or 13, with them and a guy of, maybe 23, with black hair and hazel eyes. Then, there was the cute dimpled guy who sat next to him, with an arm around the hazel eyed guy.

Devika finished her observation and greeted them. She joined her palms and greeted them, “Namastey” She smiled at all of them. She sat between her mum and dad on the other couch and her dad introduced the family.

“Devika, meet the Maliks..” Her dad said. She smiled at them once more.
“This is my best buddy ever, Yaser, and that’s his wife, Tricia, and that’s their son, Zayn. His friend, Harry Styles and Zayn’s youngest sister, Safaa” He finished

Devika smiled at them once again and nodded. The little girl waved energetically from her seat. Devika liked her already and flashed her, a big smile and waved back.

“And it’s gonna be Zayn, you’re gonna marry, dear” Her mum informed her, to which Devika shot her a confusing look. She wondered, So it’s not the dimpled guy? So much for great expectations! Psh!

She turned to look at Zayn who was inturn staring at her with a kind of awe.

Zayn’s POV

I don’t even wanna get married! But since it’s my grandpa’s last wish, I can’t say no. It’s the only thing I can do for him.  I miss him so much...Even after all these years

I met the girl’s family..They’re ok....kind and loving. I wondered what the girl would look like.

As if on cue, her mother called for her to come down. Moments later, he heard a “Yeah mum..! I’m coming!” from upstairs.

Two minutes later, a girl came down- clad in a red-pink salwar kameez. Modesty reflected off from all angles from the girl. I felt...proud? for a moment seeing the girl, but later questioned myself, why. She came and greeted us and her dad introduced us to her. She seemed pretty sweet. Maybe this marriage won’t be a pain in the ass!

 Kinda short, eh? Sorry! I just wanted to know if people like the plot or not! :D