Zayan POV
By the time we reached home...
Everyone was exhausted.
Even Rayyan.
Which was probably the most shocking thing that happened all day.
Shopping bags covered half the living room.
Mumma immediately started giving instructions.
The staff began carrying boxes upstairs.
Hania and Daniyal were still arguing about something.
And I had one goal.
My room.
Peace.
Silence.
Sleep.
I walked upstairs without looking back.
Unfortunately...
The universe had other plans.
When I entered the room, several shopping bags had already been placed inside.
Including one very large garment bag.
The reception dress.
I loosened my tie slightly and sat down on the sofa near the window.
Finally.
Quiet.
For approximately thirty seconds.
The door opened.
Roohi stepped inside carrying another bag.
She looked exhausted.
Her dupatta was slightly out of place. her cheeks flushed
A few strands of hair had escaped.
And somehow... she look beauti- i mean
She looked relieved to be home.
She stopped when she noticed me.
"Oh."
I raised an eyebrow. unimpressed or i just try to look
"Oh?"
"I thought you would still be downstairs."
"I escaped."
That earned a small laugh.
"Smart."
"I know."
For a second she looked surprised by the response.
Then smiled.
The room fell silent again.
Comfortable.
Not awkward.
Just quiet.
Roohi's gaze shifted toward the garment bag.
Then back to it again.
Like she was debating something.
Finally—
"I want to see it one more time."
"The dress?"
She nodded.
A little sheepishly.
"As if you haven't seen it fifty times already." i say cooly
Her eyes widened.
"It was not fifty."
"It felt like fifty."
That made her laugh.
A real laugh.
And before I could stop myself...
The corner of my mouth twitched.
Again.
Dangerous habit and i clench my jaw again
Roohi immediately turned toward the garment bag before she noticed.
Fortunately.
She carefully unzipped it.
The ivory reception dress appeared.
Even hanging on the rack...
It looked impressive.
For a moment she simply stared at it.
Almost like she still couldn't believe it belonged to her.
Then she looked toward me.
A hesitant expression crossing her face.
"Does it really look okay?"
I blinked.
There it was again.
That uncertainty.
As if she expected the dress to be beautiful on its own but not on her.
I didn't understand it.
And for some reason...
I didn't like it.
"It looks fine."
She made a face.
"Fine?"
I sighed.
Wrong answer.
Apparently.
After a moment I added,
"Its pretty" or maybe she make the dress look pretty i thought
The words came out before I could reconsider them.
Roohi froze.
Just slightly.
Then looked down.
A small smile appearing on her face.
"Thank you."
Silence returned.
Strangely...
I didn't mind it.
Roohi carefully touched the embroidery on the sleeve.
Her honey-hazel eyes studying every detail.
There was something almost childlike about the way she admired things.
Simple.
Honest.
Unfiltered.
The complete opposite of most people.
A few seconds later she gathered the dress again.
"Okay."
I looked up from my phone.
"Okay?"
"Now I've checked it."
"And?"
"And now I can stop worrying."
I shook my head.
A smile threatened again.
Annoying.
Very annoying.
Roohi placed the dress safely back into its cover.
Then turned toward the wardrobe.
Completely unaware that I was still watching her.
Completely unaware that somewhere between wedding chaos, shopping trips, and family dinners...
The room had stopped feeling empty.
And that realization was far more unsettling than any reception preparation could ever be.
For the first time in a long time...
The silence didn't feel quite so lonely....... (so here is they chapter guys like it💗)
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