Arranged Love (Zayn Malik Arranged Marriage)

You Need To Finish What You Started

Pray's p.o.v

"Pray could you please hurry up and get ready!?"

"Pray, hurry up!"

"Pray, where are your shoes?"

"Pray, you still haven't put your make up on yet?"

"PRAY!"

Pray this, Pray that! Oh my god. I have had enough of this crap.

Ever since this morning, my mum has been screaming my name continuously. It's been like this since 7 a.m.

It's my engagement ceremony today and I'm already freaked out. Just thinking about how Zayn's relatives are going to think about me is driving me crazy.

Plus my mum, she's been a pain in the arse since I woke up, and she's not helping at all.

My stupid, tight dress is really uncomfortable and heavy. Why do all Muslim girls have to wear these types of dresses in every fucking ceremony they go to?

My headache is even worse.

"Ugh! Gosh! Mum! Stop it! I've had enough!" as these words came out of my mouth, I ran outside from the hotel room and outside the hotel to get some fresh air.

Oh yeah, did I mention we're staying at a hotel? No? Well, we are.

We are here for my engagement ceremony. We just arrived a few days ago, and I haven't seen Zayn since.

Apparently, mine and Zayn's mum came and gave us both a lecture about not seeing each other till the wedding. After that, we are free and can do whatever we want. Tricia added a wink there, most embarrassing moment. Not to mention awkward for me and Zayn.

The good part was, you should've seen Zayn's face when she told us to stay away from each other. He looked like he was about to punch someone. God, he looked miserable.

I'm standing before the great view in front of me. This is the best thing about this hotel, the view is great.

Gazing at the beautiful sky, thinking about my parents. How they would be now, would they be proud of me? Or would they look down at me in disgrace? I don't even remember how they sounded like, just some faint whispers of their speaking comes in my mind whenever I try to remember.

I really miss them, and I know they must be watching my every move. I wonder what my mum would tell me if she was here.

Shaking my head, trying not to think about them anymore, I change my thoughts and bring them to reality.

I wonder how Zayn and I would be like after marriage. Forget that, I wonder what will happen on our wedding night. I'm really nervous, because I know what really happens, I'm not that dumb. I do watch movies and stuff.

I remember Salina telling me that its haram ("haram" is a thing that Muslims say when we can't do such thing. For example, we can't eat pork) if we don't do "that" on our wedding night. We need to do "it" or else our wedding would be haram.

Do you think Zayn knows about it? Well, obviously he does. He's a boy, a very perverted one. Plus, the dirty remarks he makes whenever we are alone, sometimes he whispers in my ear, making me go red in front of our families at dinner. Doniya always gives me a knowing look, I think she knows.

Will we really do "it" on our wedding night. I mean, Zayn 'did' talk about it.

Oh god, I'm turning red.

I remember what happened a few days ago, when I was home alone with Zayn.

*Few Days Ago*

I just finished washing the dishes, so now I'm finally free from all the housework.