Alhamdulillah!

Zayn ferried out of the mosque, hearing so many series of congratulations from relatives, family friends, coworkers, clients, investors and many more. He is officially married! He is a married man, damn, that's hard to accept but he manage to get everything into his head in a month. He, Zayn Khattab Borkan, is married to Nana Aisha Talib Aliero and instead of feeling the way he felt before, he felt sated and complete, like everything is just falling into place all over again in his life. Like she's just the star he needs to shine his dark night.

He's willing to give his all to this marriage, he'll make it work. Just because that didn't happen in the past, doesn't mean he'll still hold himself hanged around everything. He wants her to feel loved, to make sure she is happy and fall for each other so that even when she regains her memory, she'll not fall apart nor give up her life knowing there is someone out there waiting for her, like the doctor had said. He wants to love again and want to feel loved, he wants assurance and giving from what he could see in Nana, she is just the one with no question.

His star.

She'll stay with him, live with him and love him -he'll make sure of that. He is very sure that she is attracted to him or in other words, his looks but with time, she'll get attached to his heart and there is no turning back after that. He wants to be there for her in every step of the way so when she regains her memory, she won't be as shattered as the doctor said. Not only did he want to love her, he also wants to be loved and that person is Nana. Damn, he can't wait to see her again. She made him promise something hard, his wife didn't want to talk to him till after marriage. And that was a hard task, staying away from her even though he doesn't know her, he felt the connection the very first time. It's feasible.

"Hey, man. The photographer is waiting for you and you're already daydreaming. What are you thinking about, bro?" His best friend asked whilst wiggling his eyebrows on his forehead and grinning like a Cheshire cat.

His best friend, Mashhub Magama is the exact replica of Zayn. They're both talkatives and like witty remarks. They met at Oxford University where they were both majoring in business management and then click right when the teacher ask them to leave his class that they're an hour late. He was there for him through all the tough times he's went through. The time when everything was falling apart. He was always there to tell him not to do that but no, he's already determined. Mashhub is a great friend and good influence, he has played a good role in helping him come out from his formless life.

He is also the CEO of his father's company for a long time and knew how to do the business just well. He closes deals like he open pages in a book. At the age of twenty nine, the guy is still a flirt and a player. He said when the right one comes, there is nothing that will not happen so he'll wait for her and she'll come. He won't stress himself and his parents are not ready to arrange his marriage.

"Shut up, your mind is always dirty. Let's go." Zayn glare at him before dragging him to where he saw the photographer last.

"Whatever! Our minds are both dirty." He shrugged before skewing away to hide behind the old men.

Zayn shook his head and went to stand next to his father and his friends. After taking endless pictures with the older men and his friends, Zayn was asked to go to the hall the Walimah will take place at. He went there with so many bunch of friends, mostly his coworkers and investors. The Walimah was fast and then everything was in a blur before he was asked to go to his bride and see her. To say he was elated would be an understatement, he can't wait to meet his wife. Oh God, that sounds very passionate.

"I know you can't wait to see your bride but common, close your mouth before fly decide to dance in there." Mashhub rolled his eyes and the others roared with deep laughter.

"True that." His other close friend, Ashraf mumbled, before a deep laughter roar again from their lips.

"I don't have your time, guys. I want to see my bride and that's it. You all should stay single and see where life will take you to." Zayn ejaculated before walking out of the huge decorated hall which was in white. He wants to extricate as soon as possible from his stupid friends.

"Uh-oh. He's already possessive, I can't wait to see this wife of yours. I'll make her wrap you around her fingers more." His other close friend, Kamal winked.

"And stop been presumptuous, she may not like it." Mashhub chuckled.

Zayn only shook his head sideways before opening the driver side of his Diesel- 2016 Mercedes Benz GL-class. He eased himself in before closing the door only for the passenger door to be opened by Mashhub who grinned at him before easing himself, same destiny goes to the back seat, his other three friends occupied the seats -Ashraf, Ashram -Ashraf's twin brother- and Kamal. Are they not supposed to drive the groom? Then why the hell are they acting nonchalant about it. His friends are very stupid.

"Drive!" The three of them say in sync before bringing out their latest iPhone to busy themselves. He huffs before roaring the car to life and then driving off with two more cars behind them -his friends.

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Nana was awoken early in the morning on her wedding day. The skin care session took place for an hour before the henna designer designed her hands and legs -she beseeched her mother to let her do it on her wedding day and the others can do it the day before. A special henna designer was present after she came out of the bathroom, done with her skin care session for the whole wedding -she hopes.

The henna took three hours of their time because it's red and black. It looks very beautiful on her tan skin that made every female in the room jealous even if they didn't say it. The henna looks very dark reddish and almost maroon whilst the dark one stood out more. Her nails were manicured by the skin caretaker earlier and she didn't let them put the henna on it, she says it looks better without it. She herself knew she looks beautiful even if her so called cousins didn't praise her which they did.

She decide that she will give them a chance to see if they're trustworthy or even worthy of her time. She hates new people with passion but since they are her family, she'll have to see more of them now. She has an Aunt from her mothers side and Aunt and Uncle from her father's side. She also have a grandmother from her father's side, she liked the woman the moment she set her eyes on her, she's the definition of compassion. Now knowing that she has so many family members, Nana couldn't be happier but where were they hiding at? No one told her about them and her mother is trying her best to thwart away from the question.

"How I wish I'm the bride." Taima mumbled, looking at the bride from head to toe as her makeup artist started her job.

"You can come and sit here while I run away." Nana whispered, winking at the end. She's still astonished as to how she's getting so comfortable with new people.

She's also chatting with Maaysa -Zayn's sister- ever since her mother gave her a phone which Rukayyah said is the latest iPhone or what she didn't know. She's met his other sisters -Kaadira and Naazwa- and they're very cool not that they are talking much especially the Naazwa.

"Hahaha, as if you'll let me marry that handsome fellow." Taima pouted. Okay, how did she know Zayn? Has she ever seen him? Curiosity get the best of her.

"Have you seen him before?" She asked not keeping quite, that sounds possessive but she doesn't care. He'll soon be her husband after all.

"Social media, duh. Just go to your google and search, you'll see a lot about him." That only complicate things to her. Is everybody's story on google or is it only his? She's not getting it but decided to drop the topic.

She took a quaff of orange juice after taking an excuse from the makeup artist, she was thirsty. For the rest of the time she has, her cousins made sure she didn't drift away, thinking about married life.

Her mother ambled into the room around 11:30 to give her her clothes. Her daughter looks very beautiful sitting there in only a robe. Her face has beautiful bold makeup as she loves makeup and then her henna designed hands and legs that can catch even the blind's attention, a smile that lit up the entire room like she's the only one in there. Oh her goodness, her daughter is getting married in thirty minutes, no backing out. Then the waterworks, she made sure her daughter is comfortable with her for two years -since when she lost her memory. She manage to squeeze time for both of them and now she's very attached

"Mom, don't cry please. We've talked about this and you'll just ruin my makeup. Aunt Kaadira will not like this." Nana pouted when she saw her mother's tear filled eyes. Kaadira sent the makeup artist especially for her. She said she's one of the best students that graduated from her school and that isn't a lie.

"I can't help it. Now let's get you dressed." She beamed after saying dressed. Nana knew how much her mother fantasize about getting her dressed on her wedding and she'll let her do as she pleases.

"Sure thing." She stood up from the stool and everyone left the room, leaving the mother and daughter.

Uh-oh, time for the fight about husband's right again! Nana mentally facepalm.

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Salam!
We're married, hoho. How are you all doing. I like cliffhangers huh, worry not. This is not really a cliffhanger but I like explaining everything so... Don't forget to VOTE COMMENT and SHARE please.
QOTD: What do you think about Mashhub? Zayn's friends? His eagerness? The google stuff? Her calm demeanour? What do you think?!

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Aishatu.⭐