After they both started working, their life was back on track.
They were doing great, they both earned enough to wallow in their lives and didn’t need anyone’s help.
“We are doing great, Hoor api.” Hoorain said, talking to Hoor.
“If you say so.” She hummed, if her sister was delighted then she considered it the best to not question.
With a groan, Zain entered and smirked at his wife, talking over the phone and crawled up to her.
“I will talk to you later, Zain’s home.” She said, blushing at his action, turning her head to the side.
“Yea-”
“Zain-” She gasped when he kissed her neck and cut the call immediately as Hoor chuckled.
“Welcome Home.” She giggled, poking his cheek.
“Argh…” Groaning again, he fell on the bed.
“What happened?” She asked, leaning on top of his, tracing her index finger on his chest.
“My shift has changed to night. I will leave at nine tomorrow.” He mumbled in sadness.
“Aw…” She sighed, opening a few buttons of his shirt.
“Do you wanna go out?” He asked, plopping on his elbows.
“Right now?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.
“Yeah.” He hummed, nodding.
“You look tired. You just came.” She asked, pulling away a little.
“So what, Dear? Now, I am with you, I am no longer tired so get up.” He grinned, getting up, taking her hand.
“And besides, you will leave for your work when I will be home. We will barely have time.” He said, displeased with the idea of how he will rarely see her.
“Okay. Okay.” Giggle, she got up as he went to freshen up and change into something casual while she was getting ready.
Coming closer, he did what he loves the most, hugging her from behind and putting his chin on her shoulder.
“The more I stare at you, the more your grace increases, the more my heart races, the more I get lost in you.” He murmured in her ears, biting them slowly.
“You know what I think when I look at you?” She smirked, turning to him.
“What?” He asked.
“Never wake up. Whether it’s a dream of reality. Live into this forever.” She winked in a tempting voice, holding his collar.
They both laughed a little and went to an ice-parlor after having some pani puri especially after Hoorain’s constant whining and pouting.
They were having their ice-cream but he stared at her in mesmerization.
“What?” She asked, perplexed at his response.
“I am so lucky to have you in my life.” He whispered.
“Why do you keep saying it? What did I ever do?” She asked, not apprehending why.
“You taught me how to love, I swear, I have never gone through a swirl of emotions like this before.” He laughed a little, taking a bite.
“Really?” She asked in disbelief.
“Yeah. I was angry and confused at first, then more bewildered by the urge to make you happy, jealous to see you talking with another male-” He continued to tell her what he felt over the time.
“You were?”
“Of course, when I saw you falling on his chest. I can’t tell how much it infuriated it.” He said in a dramatic way, speaking non-stop, expressing his emotions to her.
“Now I know why you were angry.” She mumbled, remembering that day.
“Later, I began to feel attracted, to see your smiles, like your shyness, especially the fact you are like this for me and no one else.” He smirked in the end, proud that he was her first.
“You always were.” She smiled, looking down shyly.
“And I began to lose myself in the moments, in words I never spoke, in you. A lot changed after our engagement, my perspective, my emotions, my actions. All of them.”
Voice going deeper, he tugged her hair behind her ear, staring intensely at her.
“And you are the culprit for it, Dear.” He winked before pulling away.
“Zain…” Hoorain called with crimson shade on her cheeks, looking away.
“Hmm?” He hummed.
“Do you know why Father proposed the idea of engagement?” She asked hesitantly, fearing his reaction.
“Because you begged Rayan and he proposed this idea for your sake. He told me that day.” He shrugged nonchalantly.
“I am sorry.” She said sincerely.
“For what?” He asked.
“For being selfish.”
“All I could say, love makes you selfish, something we couldn’t control and get swayed along with. It’s complicated.” He tried to explain, to find words.
“I mean, look. I won’t lie, I didn’t want to marry you before becoming a top-notch chef but look at us.” He said, hoping he could share precisely what goes through his mind and ended up sighing.
“We do things, we have no control over them.” He breathed out.
Accepting that you cannot control what to feel.
“But, what I did was not right.” She reasoned out of vexation.
“I am not saying it is. I know it was wrong to think of me as a chattel you want to possess.” He reasoned in the same, he knew this was not right-
“But the thing is. Rayan told me and yet I agreed. If I wanted, I would have ended this relationship.” -Yet he accepted.
“What?” She blinked.
“I told you, Hoorain. This whole engagement, this marriage, all of it happened all because I allowed it. I honestly don’t know why, how but my mind, my words didn’t allow me.”
He confessed in a gentle tone, taking her hand in his.
“I can’t believe it.” She breathed out.
“Let’s just say I have a weird taste in stalker girls, it tempted me.” He teased, laughing to himself.
“I didn’t stalk you!” She whisper-yelled her white lie.
“Oh, you joined the institute for me, Dear?” He retorted triumphantly knowing it’s a white lie..
“Are you going to taunt me about it?” She asked, narrowing her eyes.
“Well, occasionally but don’t worry, I won’t tell our kids.” He said, putting his hand in the air.
“You better don’t.” She ordered.
“Yes, Madam.” She chuckled and after spending a beautiful day outside before getting busy in their lives, they returned home.
“Hoorain!” Zain called, running to her.
“What?!” She gasped, almost dropping the plate in her hand by his sudden cheer.
“I received a call for an online interview.” He grinned.
“Where?” She asked, putting the plate down and drying her hands after turning off the tap.
“Crimson, Dubai!” He cheered, holding her shoulders, speaking of the five-star hotel where he applied for in Dubai.
“What!?” She gasped in disbelief.
“Yes. Let’s just hope it goes well.” He laughed and hugged.
“It will be, don’t worry. Right, Ma?” She grinned, turning to Aima.
“Of course! Bless you, My Kids.” She grinned.
Hugging him back, she prayed from the bottom of her heart.
“I will pray for your success.”