Zara's POV

What on earth is Zaid doing in my bedroom at this time?! And how did he get here? He couldn't have knocked on the front door, so how?!

'Hi, Zara,' he greets me, grinning at me and showing off his perfect pearly whites. His smile is dazzling.

"Z-Zaid? What are you doing here?! You shouldn't be here, you know you can't see me now before the day of our wedding! And how did you even get up here?!" I ask, dumbfounded. I have so many questions, which make him chuckle. The sound of his laughter gives me a weird, jittery feeling in the pit of my stomach. I'm seeing him today after over a week, and it feels like I haven't seen him in forever. My heart is racing at a thousand beats per second, and I almost feel like placing a hand on my chest to control my racing heart.

He walks towards me, glancing at what I'm wearing. Then he smirks again, amusement clear in his eyes.

I look down at what I'm wearing, and my eyes widen in shock once more. I'm wearing one of my old loose shirts and leggings. I blush, covering my face with my hands and groaning.

Zaid laughs. 'You look beautiful, Zara. You always have so many questions for me. But I'll answer them for you. I'm here because I couldn't wait two more weeks to see you. I needed to see you now, so I came here. How did I get up here? It was difficult, I won't lie. It took me forever, climbing up the drainpipes and bricks. I fell several times, too. Thank god for the grass, otherwise it would have hurt.'

Again, my eyes are about to pop out of their sockets. "You...climbed up the pipes?! You're lying."

He chuckles, taking a step towards me. 'Look at the state of my trousers. My knees are all damp and muddy.' Sure enough, they are.

I can't believe this guy.

"Did you seriously climb up the pipes, just to see me?" Even my blush has half disappeared for the time being, because I'm so shocked.

He nods, seriously.

I frown at him, taking a seat at the edge of my bed. I pour a glass of water and hand it to him. "I should probably give you some water, so here. Even though you really shouldn't be here right now. Are you crazy?! I can't believe you."

He chuckles, walking over to me. He takes a seat on my couch, opposite me. I feel his gaze on me again, and I realise what I'm wearing. I stand up and go over to my closet, taking out a black nightgown. I put it on, making him smirk.

He drinks the water in one go, then places the empty glass on my bedside table.

'I missed you, Zara,' he says, seriously.

I blush from head to toe. "You could have told me that over text or something."

He shakes his head. 'I needed to see you.'

Why can't I control my damn blush around him?! "Okay, you've seen me. You can go now. How are you planning on going? Are you planning to climb out of my window and down the wall? You're not Spiderman!" Thank god my bedroom is at the back of the house.

He nods. 'I want to talk to you.'

"I'm tired, I need to sleep. You have to leave." Lies. I'm not at all tired anymore. I was a couple of minutes ago, but all the tiredness has somehow vanished.

'I love making you blush,' he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

My eyes widen slightly and I swallow. "Zaid, if you don't leave right now, I will push you out of my window."

He laughs loudly. I run over to him and cover his mouth with my hand to stifle his laughter. Is he seriously this crazy?! He will wake up the entire house. And there are over thirty people in my house right now.

'Zaid, you'll wake everyone up!' I mutter, glaring at him.

He looks into my eyes, smiling at me. I give him a questioning look.

"You look so beautiful today," he murmurs, gazing lovingly at me.

Lovingly?

My cheeks heat up, and I smack him lightly on his arm. He smiles.

'Get your eyesight checked, Zaid. I know I look like crap right now.'

He shakes his head. "You're beautiful, you don't need makeup or fancy clothes to make you look beautiful. You're stunning in whatever you wear. Be that a fancy dress or your pyjamas."

His words warm my heart. I give him a small, shy smile.

'Thank you, you're not too bad yourself. I mean, you're not too good either, but now that I have to marry you, I guess you'll do,' I reply, teasing. I'm lying again, because he's the most handsome guy in the entire world for me. No one can match him. Not even Ryan Gosling or Channing Tatum.

He smirks, holding me gently by my arm. I feel the current travel up my arm and flow through my entire body. Just his one touch makes me feel all sorts of things. Jittery, nervous, excited...

"I can't wait to see you on our wedding day," he whispers, staring into my eyes.

'You should have waited until then to see me, but no. Mr Malik is always so...impatient,' I say, raising an eyebrow at him.

He nods, his lips twitching. "Yes, Zara. You're right. I'm very impatient, I can't wait until our wedding day."

I blush deep scarlet. His words somehow make me nervous. 'O-okay. Just over two weeks are left now.'

"I know. 15 days. It will be difficult, not being able to see you before then. But the next time I see you, we will be married."

My cheeks are now bright red. He's right. The next time I see him, we will be married. It still sounds crazy and unbelievable, but I'm kind of getting used to it now. To the fact that I will be married in just over two weeks, and that too, to Zaid. To the guy I've married several times in my dreams.

'Yeah,' I whisper, looking into my lap.

"Zara, you have no idea how long I've waited for our wedding day. I feel like I'm having the best dream ever, it doesn't feel real. I can't believe it. I'm the luckiest guy in the world, that's for sure," he says, sincerely. I feel my heart constrict at his words.

I look up to meet his eyes. He gives me a small, genuine smile.

'Is your sherwani ready yet?' I ask him quietly. I'm quite enjoying his company, I don't want him to leave just yet. I know he has to, though.

He nods, smiling. "Yes, I collected it two days ago. How about your lehenga? Is it ready?"

I shake my head. 'Not quite. I had a fitting a couple of days ago, and I will have my final fitting soon. It's nearly completely ready.' I feel so excited thinking about my lehenga. It's the most beautiful dress I've ever seen, and I love it so much.

"I know you will look absolutely beautiful in it. You'll make the most beautiful bride."

I blush at his words, giving him a small smile.

"You haven't shown me a picture of it yet," he says, pouting at me. Zaid pouting is the cutest sight ever.

'And I won't show you. You'll see it on the wedding day,' I say, blushing even harder.

He chuckles, nodding. "Yes, I will. And I can't wait."

I smack him lightly on his arm, and he looks at me with mischief filled eyes.

'You need to leave now, I'm tired,' I say, faking a yawn.

He laughs, shaking his head. "You're not tired, not with me here."

I glare at him, knowing very well that he's right. I won't admit it, though.

I'm about to answer him, when there is a knock on my bedroom door. Who's knocking on my door at this time?

My head shoots over to Zaid, my eyes widening in shock. Where am I supposed to hide him?!

'Zara? Are you awake? Please open your door for a minute.' It's Mum.

Oh, no.

"Hide. Hide somewhere," I whisper to Zaid, looking around my room, panicking and trying to find a place for him to hide.

He smirks. 'Where am I supposed to hide?' He whispers in reply.

I look around before finally pushing him behind my bed. There's some space behind my bed, so I push him there and head over to the door. I hear an 'ouch' from him, but I ignore it.

"Mum, I was nearly asleep. What's wrong?" I call, reaching the door.

I quickly throw a glance behind me, to Zaid's hiding place. I can't see him from here. I realise that I could have told him to hide in my en suite bathroom, but my mind wasn't working properly when Mum knocked on the door.

I quickly glance at my bed again, before opening the door.

Mum smiles at me, entering my room. "What's up, Mum? Is something wrong? You're still awake," I say, my voice shaky.

'Nothing is wrong, Zara, but why do you seem so nervous? Is everything okay?' She asks, worriedly.

"No, no. I mean yeah, everything's fine. I was just falling asleep," I reply, faking a yawn.

'Oh, I'm sorry dear. I just remembered that there are only two weeks left until the wedding, and I miss you already,' she says quietly, her voice laced with emotion.

My eyes start to water, seeing Mum emotional. "Yes, and we will have so much fun in these two weeks, Mum. Why are you getting emotional?! I'm going to come here all the time, you know! Just because I'm getting married, it doesn't mean you can get rid of me so quickly," I joke, chuckling.

A tear slips out of her eyes and she hugs me close. 'Zara, you'll always be our daughter. You must come to see us all the time, I'll tell Zaid too. I'm going to miss your stubbornness, your playful arguments with your sister, I'm going to miss pampering you.'

I chuckle as a tear slips out of my eye and runs down my face. I quickly wipe it away and break the hug, grinning at Mum. I don't want her to see me upset, because that would make her even more sad. "I'm going to visit all the time, Mum. Everything will be the same as always, nothing will change! I can't believe how quickly the time has passed, though." For a brief second, I forget that Zaid is hiding behind my bed.

'Come, Zara. I'll tuck you in, you need to sleep well. I also can't believe how quickly time has passed. It feels like just yesterday that Zaid proposed to you. That was a crazy day! The guy loves you so much, it's obvious. He's lovely, he's the perfect guy for you,' Mum says, smiling. I'm glad she's cheered up.

I blush, making Mum laugh softly. "Yeah, it was definitely a crazy day."

She smiles, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. I take off my nightgown and get into bed. She tucks me in, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

'I also wanted to talk to you about something else,' Mum whispers, her cheeks reddening slightly.

Zaid is right behind us, behind the head of the bed.

"Yes? What's that?" I ask, smiling.

'As your wedding day is very soon, just two weeks away, I thought to say something about..your wedding night. I feel so weird saying this, but-' she starts, but I break her off straight away.

My cheeks are deep scarlet. I know exactly what she's about to say, and I don't want to hear it. Firstly, as close as I am to Mum and as close as I am to her, I really don't want her to say anything to me about my wedding night because it's really awkward. And secondly, Zaid is only about a metre away from us, and there's no way in hell that I'll talk on this topic with him here.

"No! Please, no. Mum, don't say anything. This is so weird!" I say, laughing slightly.

She chuckles. 'But it's important, Zara. You know how painful it can-'

"Mum! I don't want to hear anything!" I groan, laughing with embarrassment and covering my ears with my hands. Zaid is right here, and I can't believe how embarrassing this is.

He won't stop teasing me after this.

'Are you sure?' She asks, her cheeks pink.

I nod furiously. "One hundred percent."

She smiles apologetically. 'I'm sorry Zara, I know how awkward you must be feeling.'

"It's okay, Mum. I love you. Just don't..mention that ever again," I tell her, giving her a small smile.

'I love you too, Zara. Now get some sleep, and don't worry, sleep as long as you want.'

I grin, nodding. "Thanks, Mum. You sleep too, it's late."

She kisses me on my forehead again. 'Goodnight, beta,' she whispers before leaving my room.

When I hear her footsteps disappear, I jump up and run to the door, locking it. "You can come out now," I mutter.

Zaid stands up from his hiding place behind my bed and smirks at me. My cheeks redden, and I walk up to him and grab his arm. "That was...interesting," he murmurs, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

'You're leaving now.'

He chuckles, staring into my eyes. "Do I have to?" He whispers, his voice teasing but filled with care.

I nod. 'Of course you have to. Now please go, somehow, and don't break your arm or leg. Don't break anything, because we won't be able to get married then.' I blush when I realise I said the last part out loud.

"I would marry you even if I had a broken leg, Zara," he says, smirking.

'Oh, really?' I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

He nods seriously. "Nothing and no one can stop us from getting married, love."

Love.

Oh, god.

My cheeks warm up and I hit him playfully. I know I'm so bad, but I don't want him to leave. He has to, though.

"I'll get going then," he says, walking over to my window.

It sucks to see him leave. I suddenly start to feel a little emotional, realising that I won't see him at all for the next two weeks. I will miss him deeply.

'Zaid?' I call, quietly. He turns to gaze at me, his mouth curving into a beautiful smile.

"Yes, Zara?" He replies, his voice caring and happy.

'Please be careful. You're such a crazy guy, coming to meet me in such a dangerous way! Be extra careful, please. I don't want you to get hurt,' I whisper, worried for him.

Why did he have to come up to see me? It's much more dangerous going back down. If he gets hurt, it'll all be my fault. And I can't see him hurt.

"Zara, don't worry about me. I would go to the ends of the world for you, and you're asking me why I put myself into a little trouble to see you? This is nothing. I'll be fine," he replies, grinning at me.

He turns to go out of my window, when I stop him again. I don't want him to go, but he has to.

'Zaid?' I whisper, my voice shy.

He turns to face me once more, giving me another one of his dazzling smiles which I love so much.

"Yes, Zara?" His voice is gentle and loving.

'I-I'm going to miss you,' I whisper, feeling slightly emotional. His face breaks into the most striking smile which takes my breath away. My heart races at the surprised but happy emotion on his face.

"Come here," he whispers, fully turning around to face me.

I slowly walk towards him, and he takes a step closer to me, enveloping me into a hug. I sigh, content. The feeling I get when I'm in his arms is indescribable. He holds me close but gently, and places a gentle kiss on the top of my head. 'I'm going to miss you too, Zara. So much.'

I can feel his warm, minty breath on the top of my head, and it relaxes me. A few seconds later, I break the hug and tenderly gaze into his eyes. Gosh, I love him so much that it hurts. If someone told me a year ago that I would love someone so deeply, with all my heart, I would laugh at them and call them crazy.

He slowly and gently caresses my cheek. I close my eyes, sighing contently.

Why does he have to leave?

In two weeks time, we will get married and we will stay together forever. We only have to endure two weeks of separation. After that, we will be together for the rest of our lives. And I can't wait for that.

I open my eyes, smiling up at him. His eyes are filled with so much love, it hurts my heart.

"Zara, I love-" he whispers, looking into my eyes, but I place a finger on his lips to stop him from completing his sentence. I know what he wants to say, and I know that he loves me.

'Not now, Zaid. Please. I know what you were about to say, and I want to hear it directly from you when we are married,' I whisper, trying to make him understand from the look in my eyes that I love him, too.

He smiles, nodding. "As you wish, love."

'Please be careful, okay? Promise me that you won't get hurt.' I grab his hand, looking into his eyes worriedly.

He grins at me and nods. "I promise that I'll be very careful, and I won't get hurt. I have to be perfect for our wedding, don't I?"

I chuckle, nodding. A blush creeps onto my cheeks, making Zaid smirk.

God, I love this smirk so much.

"Don't keep me waiting too long on the sixth, Miss Ahmed," Zaid says, winking at me.

I blush deeply. 'I'll be the one in red.'

His smile is contagious and blinding.

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Zara's POV

The next day, I'm in the best ever mood. Zaid got home safely last night, and he called me straight away, telling me that he'd reached without getting a single scratch. He then also told me the number of weeks, days, hours, minutes and even seconds left until the day of our wedding.

My parents and the girls are all very happy after seeing what a good mood I'm in. We go wedding shopping, and the whole time, my mind is on Zaid. I'm daydreaming about him for the whole day, and the girls know it. They tease me loads, but I don't even mind or say anything.

I can't believe that Zaid climbed up to see me last night.

I can't believe that he hid behind my bed, while Mum was about to embarrass me completely.

I can't believe that he loves me, and not any other girl in the entire world.

I can't believe how lucky I am.

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The next few days are extremely busy and tiring for everyone. I have salon bookings, dress fittings and shopping trips to the mall with the girls. Two days later, my mehndi and wedding dresses are ready, and the girls collect them for me from the boutique, as I'm exhausted that day.

I spend as much time as possible with my family and friends in the days leading up to the wedding week.

The time flies by, and I'm feeling so many different things. I feel excited and happy that I will be marrying Zaid very soon, but I also feel sad, because I will be leaving my home, my sister and my parents. Mum and Dad are very sad these days, when I'm spending all day with them, but they try not to show me how they're feeling. They always try to make me laugh, and they laugh along with me but I can see the sadness in their eyes.

Today is the 31st of July, and I'm at home alone with Ayesha. Everyone has gone to the sangeet at Zaid's apartment this evening. They went yesterday, too, and everyone had lots of fun there. I feel kind of jealous, as they're all having so much fun. Yesterday, Layla stayed home with me and Ayesha went to the sangeet, but today Ayesha decided to stay back with me. It sucks how I can't go.

Well I can, but I chose not to go. Zaid's parents called me several times, telling me to go to their home for the sangeet, so did Hafsa, but I chose not to go. The next time I go to their home will be when it's also my home. When I'm married to Zaid.

I can hardly sleep these days. Well, I end up falling asleep well after 2am everyday and waking up late. No one wakes me up, as they want me to sleep as much as I want. Mum makes all my favourite foods and desserts these days, and everyone's so amazing to me. They're pampering me too much, but I love it.

When I do end up falling asleep, I dream of Zaid. Every single day. He has invaded my mind, my heart, my everything.

I watch Mean Girls with Ayesha, one of my favourite movies of all-time. No matter how many times I've watched this movie, I can never get bored of it. It's nearly 12am by the time the movie has finished, and about half an hour later, I tell Ayesha that I'm tired. She stays with me in my room, and we both decide to sleep on time.

Ayesha falls asleep about ten minutes later, and I'm nearly asleep too, when my phone vibrates from my bedside table. I pick it up and unlock it, seeing that I have a text message from Zaid. My heart starts to race and I have a silly grin on my face.

Zaid: Zara, what's the date today? X

I frown. What's the date? It's the 31st of July. Well, we are now into the early hours of the 1st of August. My wedding week has finally arrived! I smile, typing back a reply.

Zara: It's now the 1st of August. Did you have a good time at the sangeet?

He replies instantly.

Zaid: Yes, it was a lot of fun. Everyone was singing and dancing, they even made me sing. Zara, this time next week....

This time next week, I will be his wife. I will be married to him, and...it will be our wedding night. My cheeks heat up and my heart starts to race faster.

Zara: This time next week it will be our wedding day

Zaid: This time next week, our wedding day will be over. It will be our wedding night. x

I blush profusely, trying to calm my heart. He's right. It will be our wedding night this time next week. I wonder what I'm doing this time next week..

Zara: I'm super tired! I'm going to sleep, as tomorrow (well, on the 2nd) is my haldi. You should sleep too, as your haldi is tomorrow. You do remember that, right?

I change the topic.

Zaid: You have no idea how impatient I am now, Zara. Why is the time passing so slowly? And yes, I remember that tomorrow is my haldi. X

I giggle, biting my lip. This guy drives me insane.

I'm so damn lucky.

Zara: Slowly?! I was about to say, our wedding week has arrived so quickly!

Zaid: I wish our wedding day could arrive faster. I can't wait to see my blushing, beautiful bride.

This makes me blush harder.

Zara: Be patient, Mr Malik! Now I'm off to sleep. Goodnight!

Zaid: Goodnight, my beautiful Zara. x

I grin, blushing hard. He makes me so crazy. I can't believe how quickly our wedding week has arrived, but I can't wait to be Mrs Zaid Malik. Wow. I can't believe it.

I will be marrying the man I love so much in less than a week.

Of course, I can't sleep that night, because I'm too busy thinking about what I'll be doing this time next week, what our wedding will be like, what Zaid will look like as my groom, and so much more. I'm buzzing with excitement and happiness, all because of him. He makes me so happy. I will try to be the best wife for him, and I will do everything I can to always keep him happy.

Because he deserves all the happiness in the world and even more than that.

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