His Comfort💗

Roohi POV

I couldn't stay there.

Not anymore.

The dining room felt suffocating.

The voices.

The tension.

The embarrassment.

Everything.

Before anyone could stop me, I stood up.

"Excuse me."

My voice came out smaller than I intended.

And then I walked away.

Fast.

Because if I stayed another second...

I knew I would cry.

The moment I reached the bedroom...

The tears came.

I closed the door behind me.

Leaning against it.

Trying to breathe.

Trying to calm down.

Trying to stop crying.

It didn't work.

I hated crying.

Especially in front of people.

Especially because of people.

But her words kept replaying in my head.

"Replacement bride."

"No better option."

"She doesn't belong here."

I pressed my hands over my eyes.

Maybe she was right.

Maybe I didn't belong.

Maybe—

A fresh wave of tears rolled down my cheeks.

"No."

I whispered.

But my heart wasn't listening.

I slowly sat on the edge of the bed.

The room blurred through my tears.

And for the first time since coming here...

I felt completely alone.

A soft knock interrupted my thoughts.

I immediately wiped my face.

Another knock.

Then the door opened.

Zayan stepped inside.

The second his eyes landed on me...

His expression changed.

Not dramatically.

Not obviously.

But enough for me to notice.

Because he knew.

I had been crying.

Great.

Exactly what I wanted.

I looked away immediately.

Embarrassed.

"I'm fine."

The lie sounded ridiculous.

Even to me.

Zayan closed the door quietly.

Then walked closer.

I kept my gaze fixed on the floor.

Because looking at him somehow felt harder.

A few moments passed.

Neither of us spoke.

Then—

"Roohi."

My name sounded different in his voice.

Softer.

And somehow...

That made the tears return.

Wonderful.

Absolutely wonderful.

I quickly looked away again.

"I said I'm fine."

Silence.

Then—

"No."

The single word made me pause.

I slowly looked up.

His gaze met mine.

Steady.

Certain.

"No, you're not."

The concern in his voice wasn't loud.

But it was there.

And somehow...

That hurt more.

Because it was kind.

I looked down again.

"I don't know why I'm crying."

I admitted quietly.

Another lie.

I knew exactly why.

The words had hurt.

More than I wanted them to.

Zayan stood there for a second.

Then sat down on the chair opposite me.

Not too close.

Giving me space.

Like he understood I needed it.

"She's wrong."

I blinked.

Slowly.

"What?"

His jaw tightened slightly.

"Everything she said."

For a moment...

I forgot about the tears.

Forgot about the embarrassment.

Forgot about everything.

Because Zayan never explained himself.

Never reassured anyone.

Yet here he was.

Doing exactly that.

I stared at him.

And he held my gaze.

"You belong here."

My breath caught.

The room became very quiet.

"I don't—"

"You do."

He interrupted.

Firm.

Certain.

Not angry.

Certain.

And somehow...

That made all the difference.

A tear slipped down my cheek.

Before I could wipe it away...

Zayan handed me a handkerchief.

Not elegantly.

Not dramatically.

Almost awkwardly.

As if he wasn't used to comforting people.

Which...

He probably wasn't.

Despite everything...

For the first time that day...

The heaviness in my chest eased.

Just a little.

And when I looked at him again...

I realized something.

The entire house had stayed silent.

But Zayan hadn't.

He had stood up for me.

And somehow...

That meant more than he would ever understand.

To Be Continued... 🖤💍✨

😭😭 Did you guyss melt here??

"You belong here." my fvrtt linee honestlyy

Because Roohi's biggest fear isn't just Phupho's insults—it's feeling like she doesn't belong. And Zayan is the one who quietly destroys that fear. 🖤💍 And sorry for late update guyss actually i am on my vacations on my nani's house😭 and you knoww whatt?! i write this chapter in train bcz my nano's house is in another city and you na when you are at your nani's house its a pure chaos and guess what? even my cats are travlling with me so double duty😌🐱 but i am giving you guys double updates today💖