• WHO KNEW THAT THE DELIVERY GUY WILL BE LOSING HIS HEART TO A THE BLOGGER GIRL •

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#NextDay!

"All Set?"

"Yeah, All Se-NOTHING IS SET! OH GOD! MY HEART'S ISN'T IN ITS PLACE!"

"Mars, Stop panicking! Everything is perfectly in its place and completely done! You better know what's the only thing left." Zaryaab stated crossing his hands against his chest gazing at his panic-stricken buddy.

"Yes Zamar Bhai! Loook! I even got Zaryan in the theme attire! White and Greys!" Zaarnish excitedly said clapping Zaryan's tiny palms as he cutely giggled moreover looking cuter in his white tee and grey bottom.

"Bonus! I'm going to capture and devour every precious moment for a lifetime!" Zaira exclaimed grinning as she clicked another picture of the decorated hallway.

The mood-lit spacy hotel hallway was ready for an life-changing event with its false ceiling glowing it's luminous tiny off white lamps .

As the walls are specially cladded into dimmy bright white fairy lights hanging graciously on either sides while single red and white roses sticked on between them.

A thick grey confined carpet placed against their feet along the floor that mimic natural light filtering to add an extravagance touch, just how Zamar wanted.

Simple And Decorative With Tingey Wingey Shades Of Grey To White.

Little Zaryan liked it when the few grey-black balloons attached at the roof-ceiling of the hallway with its ribbon elegantly falling down at a perfectly average height.

"But Zamar Bhai! Isn't Grey-White theme a turn down?"

"She likes it that way?" Zamar nervously answered Zaarnish, who mischievously smiled and winked in encouragement gesturing a thumps up.

"Zaira.. You informed Zaviyaar, did you?"

"I did Zamar Bhai, just how we planned, Don't worry! Well, for now we just need to inform him that we're ready in positions and will be waiting for his move."

"Alright.......Uh..Zaryaab.. I dont think proposing her in a hallway is good idea! Who even proposes like this!? UGH."

"You.. The Delivery Guy, Zamar Alyan." Zaryaab shrugged as he replied his best friend, who was finally proposing someone he likes since the time he didn't even realised, until now.

Zawal Iyad.

Zamar, The Fatih couple and Zaira were currently standing in the decorative hallway Zaryaab planned for his best friend's proposal.

Once Zaryaab made Zamar realise his true feelings for Zawal, he laid out his plan ever since they joined the duo in Dallas. The Proposal.

"The main point is, Zamar.. Do uncle and aunty knows about this?"

"Obviously they do! I would never do it without their permission." Zamar answered followed by Zaryaab. "Perfect."

"Can we discuss the summary! I forgot about it due to my excitement, Yeeeet!"

Zaarnish squeaked squishing Zaryan in excitement to which Zaryaab's eye's widen with frown adorned resulting him to take their child in his protective arms and begun explaining-

"Okay, so here's the plan.
The siblings are going to leave for a 'short sibling walk' and as soon as the door opens which according to the plan Zaviyaar will let her, take the door while she'll be having no idea about our appearance on the other side of the door.

So Yeah, As soon as the door reveals her, Zamar's gonna go on and propose her in what ever he planned with his words or I don't know what's in that special box he brought. That's surprise for us too. Plus, they're 87 percent chances of her answer being a ye-"

"Ah! My confidence is drained by that 87 percent of yours! As easy as the plan sounds, it's not!" Zamar whined with a already defeated face to which Zaryaab face palmed.

"Bro, you're masters in reading minds. Just gaze right through those iris and read her mind, Simple."

"Huh... I don't invade privacy and I'll be lost in those specific amber green eyes.."

"Her eyes are amber green? Wow Maa'Sha'Allah! I never notice that. I was always confused between amber and gree-Okay Sorry."

Zaarnish zipped her lips when Zaryaab short glare at her because he was being impatient as he says it's already late for his buddy to propose.

"What are we waiting for!?" Zaryaab threw handa on the air as Zamar just glanced at him and went back biting his nails in nervousness while Zaira raised her phone and replied-

"We're waiting for Zaviyaar's text."

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M E A N W H I L E
ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR.

"Agh! I can't do this to my sister and best friend!"

Zaviyaar mumbled to himself as he threw his phone on the other end of the sofe and brought his clasped fingers under his chin.

His fingers travelled up to his hair as he held them as he thought of last night, as it was a mess for his mind as solving puzzles and jigsaws, the moments of few hours earlier witnessed by moon was rushing bashing in his mind.

From the point where, His Supportive Brother like Bestest Friend Zamar Alyan confessed those preciously pleasing and dauntly dangerous feelings for, His Little Baby Girl.

His First Ever Child.
His Little Sister.
His Sunset.

The fact he couldn't be more happier towards the feeling of his best friend's endurance;

But what pulled him back were the obnoxious wrapped words exchanged with his sister on the hotel rooftop when the sibling had a personal talk.

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FLASH OF SIBLING CONVERSATION FROM A NIGHT BEFORE ON DINNER.

"What happened Sunset? That's uncivilized to excuse from a dinner for a personal conversation. Couldn't it wait?"

"Ah C'mon Brave! This isn't a formal meeting of yours, they're like family, they'll understand. Anyways, Yes.. Its something that can't wait or its me who impatient. I already waited long enough for you and I couldn't hold back any longer."

Zawal breathed out her hastful impatient words for her brother and took another deep breath turning to a view of delightful bright city lights of Dallas.

The confusion all over Zaviyaar's mind was as thick as the bliss blanket of black to navy clouds, the moonlight glistened bright as if it already had an idea of the upcoming silent serene storm as the sparkly smiling stars twinkle around.

An ethereal glow of nearly midnight moonlight fell upon the siblings features enhancing their outer beauty when Zaviyaar's dark hair and Zawal's hijab sway with the slight windy weather.

"I... I Truly Like Someone, Zaviyaar Bhai."

She finally blurted out with tinge of crimson over her cheeks thankful that its wasn't exactly visible like her current nervous self when her eyes pinched closed waiting for a reaction from her brother.

Confessing in front of Brother is harder than confessing directly to a Lover.

"And who is it?"

Zawal's head snapped sideways toward her brother when she found out Zaviyaar was entirely calmed on her confession and was just watching her with keen eyes which made her gulp.

"Why do I feel you already knew that I like someone, do you?"

"Yes, By the moment you took time for confessing, I knew... Figured that out through your nervous body language..... And before you ask.. I do know how to read a person through their gestures."

"Wha-Are you guys serious? Wow, I still couldn't get over the fact that The Delivery Guy could read minds and now you-Read people through their gestures? Is there anymore talent or anything that Zaryaab Bhai have?"

"He catches Lies... Just few tricks and hacks of a business world.
Anyways tell me who is it? Do I know him?"

"Oh.. Yes you do know him, really well and..... Umm.. I don't want to tell his name to you right now cause-I don't know, I just don't want too! You'll know soon!"

"Uh... Okay.. I understand.. But.. Just clear this.. Is he here with us?"

"Mhmm? The same building and hotel? YES!"

"Oh.... Okay. But does he likes you back?"

"...He does......I guess."

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-P R E S E N T-

"Ah! Who might it be?...I just hope it's not someone I'm thinking it is."

"I got three questions. One, Whom are you talking about? Two, Why do you hope it's someone you think? Three, What are you doing, Brave? Talking to yourself?"

Zaviyaar rose his eyes to see Zawal standing on other side of the centre table of the the suite, her hands crossed over her grey shirt dress while and confusingly curious expression dancing on her facial features.

"I'm stress-y talking to myself because I couldn't take out the garbage information you stuffed in my mind last night and I think it's someone I hope its not."

"Brave! You're referring my feelings as garbage? Sorry Then!My Bad! I came to you-"

"Okay Okay! I'm Sorry! I jus-I just thought too much like always... And I know I didn't make sense but it's just a concerned brother-self talking to hims-Nevermind, I still doesn't make sense. Let's go? Yeah?"

"Oh'kay.. Yeah. Let's go." Zawal said unsure about it as Zaviyaar currently looks blown and stressed out due to his over thinking habit.

Quickly taking a last glace at the her reflection on the television black screen as she fixed her hijab and hung a sling bag on her shoulder ushering the cell phone inside.

While Zaviyaar ran his hand throughout his charming face grabbing the hotel suite card and bend to pick his phone up and paused as something crossed his mind.

"Wait! Please charge my phone, we'll leave once it it get charged, Promise." He stated as he advanced towards Zawal, who held the door handle about to enclose it but paused turning towards her brother.

Zaviyaar shove his cell phone in her hands and pleasingly squinted his eyes while she rose an eyebrow in doubt.

"Brave....its fifty three percent, would smoothly run for more than five hours and it would take that long for us to get back.. I'll charge it once we're back?"

"Uh-Yeah I know buty phone's battery is messing alot lately, it automatically drains to four or six percent infact I've to send an important email in few minutes."

"Seriously? Why didn't you do it instead of overthinking?"

"I Was Typing It And If You Got Some Serious Problem Charging It Then Please Give It Back I'll Do It Myself." Zaviyaar fake sternly said as he showcased his palm for her to drop the phone.

"No! I mean I don't have any problem charging it right now but it's you said we'll late.. Is that fine?"

"It's totally fine, thank you! Now, will you?" She nodded at her brother with frown adorned by her forehead and confusing walked away whild he yelled behind her retreating back to listen-

"Don't Plug Out, Until I Call You Out!"

On the other side of the door the crew got in position as Zamar prepared himself as soon as the he heard Zaviyaar on the opposite side.

"Uh-No Zamar, Straight up.... Please.." Zaviyaar clearly stated in a unknown tone as he held the confusing Zamar by his shoulder when he was about to crouch down on his knees.

"What? What is it, Zaviyaar?"

"Haan, Kya hogaya? Hum kabse intezaar hi karahe the aaplog ka aur Zawal kaha hai?" Zaira continued after Zamar as she stepped further to doubt.

(Yes, what happened? We've been waiting for you guys forever and where's Zawal?)

"I got her engaged into something.. Zamar, Bro.. I advice you to hide that box you got for now.." Zaviyaar replied his spouse and later pointed at the brown box package Zamar held.

"What is it, Zaviyaar Bhai?"

Zaarnish asked as she looked back and forth between him and Zamar, who looked keenly at Zaviyaar followed by nodding as he kept the box under the basket of Zaryan's stroller.

"Ah.. Its jus-......I do not know how to sa-"

"Alright, Zaviyaar...Can you get this clear cut please? Stop beating around the bush and say already what exactly you want to and look into my eyes when you let out what's the matter."

Zamar commanded when Zaviyaar seemed uneasy and spoke everything without meeting his eyes that's when The Delivery Guy felt it his heart trembling in anxiousness and and unknown emotion.

Zaviyaar dugged his palmed deeper in his pockets as he blurted his next clear words staring right into Zamar's grey hues with the permit to read his messed mind.

"Because Zawal Said She Likes SomeOne Else!"

Just when the trembling heart of The Delivery Guy shattered into broken sharp glass pieces which still pierced less hurtful than his best friend's bitter truth words.

Just when Zamar was about to confess the art of liking to the artist, she shattered the masterpiece into pieces.

Just when Zamar thought he'll buy the joke of his mischievous friendship, the truth in his best friend eyes ogled that his buddy was actually stating the truth.

"Uh-.. I know Zamar. It's kinda insane to say it right now but-You gotta drop this proposal plan for now, because as I said It's complicated as she likes someon-"

"Who is it?" Zamar tried his best not to grit his teeth yet let his expression stay neutral as he said while Zaviyaar hopelessly sigh and shook his head.

"I-I don't know.. She didn't say who it yet she said I know hi-"

"Zaib, isn't it?"

"What?"

"That person has to be that fucking cousin of yours, Zaib Umer! Because as far as I know about you and your 'sister', it's only us and that Zaib, she mingles with! Also adds, he's her one and only best freaking friend!

It's easy to fix the puzzle, that someone she likes is none other than her fucking best friend! He always interrupted like an annoying reminder in phones!

Isn't it crazy? That a random person can make you feel things and tinglings, you thought you ever will? And that random person doesn't even fucking reciprocate it and makes you doubt your existence?! Wow!

Alright, Well Played! People and Feelings! Both!" Zamar sarcastically clapped as his jaw threatened to snap at any moment by the way its clenched.

"Zamar, try to understand, Even I don't know who it is-"

"How in the fucking world Zaviyaar, you doesn't know the fucking person your sister likes!?"

"Zamar, Be calm for a second. You know how and what shit you blurt, when you loose you mind andy out also know you regret it later."

Zaryaab stated as he kept his hand over Zamar shoulder and slowly made him understand with his eyes, he looked over his spouse-

"Nish, why don't you, Zaira Bhabhi and Zaryan go over Zawal's, and keep her busy incase she walks out any moment, Mhm?"

Zaarnish nodded at him and took Zaryan in her arms as she pushed the vacant stroller in their room beside, followed by obeying her spouse with Zaira.

The trio best friend stood in silence until the ladies and Zaryan left while Zaryaab sighed as he peer over the decors and later at Zaviyaar.

Whereas Zamar had his hand rustling in his hair to calm himself as he breath heavy.
It was like a part of him being fading slowly.

"Zaviyaar, when did Zawal confessed about her feelings to you?" Zaryaab enquired at Zaviyaar to clear out the things as Zamar was now pacing slow steps back and forth.

"Last Night.. At the dinner when she wanted talk privately to me."

"Okay and when did Zamar?"

Zaviyaar gazed over his hurt best friend as he pinched and nose lowering his eyes to ground and sighed deeply.

"Yesterday night, around 12 or something........ After Zawal did."

"That What It Is, Zaviyaar Iyad! What hurts me more is that you didn't declare the fact of your sister liking someone at the time I let out my feelings for her!

You knew that time! You knew it all the damn time! You knew it even when I confessed for her to you! You Fucking Knew! Though you lead me to a point where I'll be proposing!

I understand it's my fault that I took your smiling silence in a positive way! I confessed, you bro hugged and I thought you were happy! All My Damn Fault!

What was that hug and smile for? Sympathy? To bring me down in rejection-"

"Hear this out, Zamar Alyan. Wallahi, I was way more happier when you confessed! Why wouldn't I!? Seriously? I always wish to see my sister in safe hands! Who keeps her happy, and I knew it could be you.

If I can, I would have spat the truth on your face last night to hurt you feelings! But I didn't do that cause I just couldn't bear to you being heartbroken.

And neither do I want my sister to be one. I'm crushed. Between my sister's and best friend's choice. I want both of you to be happy and content!

Today when early morning Zaryaab informed the laid out plan for this proposal, I gave in because I couldn't deny, to none of you.

Top of that, all my guess of Zawal's choice was over you, Zamar. Because she mentioned that the one she likes, lives in the same hotel as ours, also that I know him really well plus the fact that the person she likes, likes her back... and I thought it has to be you! It's actually you..

Until, Zaib ringed me up right after Zaryaab left, He said he's living same hotel as ours and will be meeting me in few hours. That arose a doubt in my overthinking stressed mind and he sounded dedicated about something.

Which Irks Me Since All Day Along Through Which I Couldn't Gather The Courage To Deny-"

"That's it Zaviyaar. It .....A-lright.. I guess I understand-"

"GUYYYSSSS! AM I LATE? PLEASE TELL ME I'M NOT!" The trio heads turned towards the specialized vacant hall way leading to the elevator door, which slid open to reveal a Zaib, hot on his heels.

"Again? Is he here to rub ice on my undone wounds? If Yes. Bro.. Imma break his face in pieces for the sake of my peace." Zamar muttered with those smokey grey orbs still on the known intruder.

Zaib breath heavily as he reached them, bending with his palm on knee while the other rest on Zamar's shoulder, who made sure to ease that breath and said-

"If you want me I can make you breathe easier, by stopping it when I murder you with my own hands, should I?"

Zaib stared at The Delivery Guy in horror and stepped backwards to stick to the wall defensively as hs frowned and looked over the other duo.

"........Did she say a clear No as in N O? Is the proposal done?"

"No.....not yet."

"What!? What do you mean by not yet! BRO DO IT!"

Zamar stared at his best friend's cousin with half confused narrow eyes and he crossed his hands over his chest as Zaib had an expression which said 'What are you waiting for?'

"You want me to do it? So that you see me live getting rejected on my face-"

"Dude! What's the wound you're whining over?"

"What?"

"Tch, I mean what's wrong with you? You seemed to be in a terrible mood even though you didn't propo-"

"I asked him not to.... Woah, Wait how did you know he's going to propose and all?" Zaviyaar stated as he enquired to Zaib, who also had an overly confused face like the rest.

"Zaviyaar...... Zaib specifically is the one who helped me with these decorations.. I needed help with all this and I called him because I knew lover boy didn't seem to do any."

"Tujhe saari duniya me se yehi mila tha sath decoration karne ke liye? Yeh?" Zamar dumbfounded stated to Zaryaab, who finally bugged in to clear out the confused mess.

(Out of all the world, you needed him to help with you for the decorations? Him?)

Zaib pokerfaced stood as Zamar pointed his index at him while speaking to Zaryaab as his best friend rolled his eyes shaking his head.

"Kya matlab Zaib me madad ki?" Zaviyaar pointed and turned his attention towards Zaib. "Does that also means you don't like her?" (What do you mean by Zaib helping you?)

Zaib, being the guy he is, gasped dramatically and stepped back and pointed at himself. "WHY WOULD I LIKE HER?"

"WHY WOULDN'T YOU? SHE'S PERFECT! Wait.. I shouldn't be saying this to yo-" Zamar was interrupted by Zaviyaar, who firmly held Zaib by his shoulders and looked straight at eyes.

"Zaib... Tell me 'Cleary', Do you like her?"

"NO, Zaviyaar Bhai! I do not like your sister!"

"Do you think they're any sorts of signs that she likes 'you' or did she mention anything related to it?"

"Ah, Any sane person can like a perso-Okay! No, they aren't any signs and they never will be because we've condition like policy in our friendship that we cannot like each other and will be only best friends."

"Stupid conditions can't stop a person from falling for the other." Zamar quoted crossing his hands against his chest to which Zaib rolled his eyes.

"If thats what you think, Alyan. I wouldn't have helped Mr. Zaryaab with the decorations for your proposal for my best friend then."

"THAT MEANS SHE DOESN'T LIKE HIM OR ANY GUY! Or is there someone else too, Pluto?" Zamar got back his hope and excitement and nervousness he still isn't aware.

Zaviyaar took a deep and came towards his best friend and smiled softly, and titled his head towards the door ushering him to follow his heart with the proposal.

A huge smile broke down on Zamar's lip as he embraces his buddy in a secure bro hug and whispered his apologies for his insane behavior.

"What if..... She rejects me, Guys? Remember, we still know she likes someone and do not know who is it." Zamar anxiously doubted once he broke the bro hug.

Zaryaab groaned banging his head on the nearest wall while Zaviyaar encouraging placed his hand on Zamar's. "I won't let my overthinking skills make you regret in future, make the move now. Mars, It's Now Or... Never."

"Make it forever and propose already!" Zaryaab said handling The Delivery Guy all of his proposal necessaries slash deliveries, which he quickly got once they had their bromantic hug and apologies, just when Zamar again stated-

"I'll be back in few minutes."

"UGHHHH, Whatever it is make it fast you dumbass lover guy."

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"Okay! Let's get this done!"

Zamar encouraged himself and made a stern note to accept whatever her answer is, even if it's a rejection.

"Here you are! Kaha marne gaya tha?" (Where were to die?)

"Yaar, bass kuch bhul gaya tha."
(Bro, It's just I forgot something.)

"Araha hai nazar kya 'bhul' gaya tha. Chal abb jaldi kaar, aur intezaar na karwa mujhe."
(I can see what you 'forgot'. Hurry up now, and don't make me wait.)

Zamar sheepishly scratched the nape of his neck as slight shade of crimson spread out at his cheeks when Zaryaab teased him with pointing at the huge bunch of rosy roses he held and gestured him towards the door.

Zamar nodded looking at his pals, who viewed up a thumbs up as he looked over Zaviyaar and gulped taking a deep breath.

His knuckles made its way up to the door as he finally knocked and closed his eyes to prepare himself.

The nervousness and anxiousness bottling up inside him aorse a million negative thoughts in his flooded mind while tingy wingy slide of positives took place in his havoc-tic heart.

The grip onto the proposal possession got tighter around as he heard the clunk sound of door from the other side indicating him to be ready for the moment he's been waiting for.

Zamar frowned when the door wasn't completely open and just had an ajar space, he rolled his eyes and warmly smiled when Zaryan's tiny head popped him followed by his Mama's curious eyes above his head.

Zaryaab face palmed at his adorable child and his childish spouse, who did an eyebrow jump. "Is it happening!?"

"Aye, I knew you'll be here first that's the reason I didn't start the recording. Now, go and send the one the event it arranged for and Yes Darli'in, it's happening." Zaryaab emphasized and ushered his wife to be quick, which she gladly did.

Zaviyaar and Zaib chortled at the couple while Zamar punched Zaryaab's arm. "Kamine Insaan, record kyu karaha hai? Woh reject kargayi toh?" ( Mean Person, why are recording it? What if she rejects?)

"Wah accept kargayi toh? Moment store na karru mai, huh? (What if she accepts? I shouldn't store the moment, huh?)

Zamar rolled his eyes and thought about the fact of she accepting as he bit his lips and gave a look over the proposal possession in his hands.

For a final recheck he whiffed a extremely lovely smells of roses and closed his eyes to devour it for a second.

The door flew open that made him glanced up from the bouquet held in his left hand and a medium size package in other hand.

Her wide amber orbs with glint of green specks shone a different brightest glint that can make up to any gloomy weather in few seconds.

Those amber eyes met his smokey grey ashes that lit up hues of fire flame which holds the power to warm any stormy nights.

Their eyes clashed against each other freezing every moment around them, the air gushed at the floor spreading the wind that flew within the hold of different people, emotions, stories, feelings, a moment which was now completely known.

She openly gawked The Delivery Guy wearing a jet black knitted warm sweater with grey trackpants beneath, paired with Nike flipflops and a black band stylish wrapped in his right wrist.

A huge sense of Deja Vu crossed across their mind as the moment their first time met played in their mind.

Eyeballs moving from decor to the possessions in his hands, She wasn't a dumb or blind person, who doesn't know what's about happen.

The surprise realization trapped against her mind while a series of palpitations accelerated.

Her amber green eyes rooted to stay on his smokey grey swirling across emotions and the victim of emotions swaying around the iris.

❛Don't Worry, I won't charge you extra for gawking me like that.❜

❛Sadly, I don't have any brand new shoe to hit your head with.❜

Zamar sighed out a laugh and stood staring at her breathtaking face with that black hijab.

Perfectly wrapped around her head which she paired with grey shirt dress and black jeans, they were twinning.

Just like the first time they met.
Just How He Wanted.

Zamar wanted it to be that way, he planned up her outfit with Zaira, she made asure to make her sister-in-law wear the specific special outfit.

“The Delivery Guy At Your Service Ma'am. Here's Your Package.”

Zawal bit her lip melting down at the soft voice he used, she could swear nothing compares the softness of his eyes making her lose herself into grey storms.

Her sweaty palms gently grasp the patiently held out package, the package she ordered, the package she never asked for, a package which was a surprise complimentary gift.

Meanwhile the audience admired the awe sight of that just started. Zaira moved over her loving spouse, who's expression reflected as if he could break down any minute for his sister.

She wrapped her arm around is and rested her head on his shoulder, Zaviyaar charmingly smiled at her as he silently kissed the top of her hijab:ed head before resting his on her.

Whereas, Zaryaab widely smiled and gently pulled his spouse and little kid to himself. At this point, he knew Zaarnish will burst into happy tears being a emotional woman she is.

Zaib took over the camera from Zaryaab and gestured him to continue his family moment. He contently looked over his best friend, she was finally being asked for a proposal. Something she had been ranting all her life to him.

“NO! Urrm.. I mean. D-don't unpack until I say you.”

Zawal bit her lip in embarrassment when Zamar slowly and cheekily pointed at the package, she nervously nodded and stared at the box in her soft trembling hands.

Her eyes frequently flew to meet her brothers, who tilted his head in reassurance with the love in his eyes for his little sister.

Her breathing was slow and controlled as the wind around her hearten to know what's inside it.

The slow and controllably calm breath jumped out of the window when Zamar audibly gulped running his tongue of his lips to marinate his words.

Her limbs went cold as she felt her heart hammering wild beats against her chest as his smokey grey confidently pierced her soul through her iris.

Zawal's amber glinted green eyes widen when he crouched down to sit crossed legs on the hallway floor, a place of The Delivery Guy.

His grey smokes rose up to beautifully peer over her magnificent, his thick eyelashes touching his eyelids as he hair went messier as he glanced up to beholder of the beauty.

Her eyes soften meeting his, her muscles made push down to mirror his actions as she oppositely sat crossed legs to him, making him deeply chuckle.

“Zawal Iyad.”

The bunch of rich roses travelled to right from left as her name raspily left his lips, the intensity his voice made her yearn to hear it over and over, and never get rid it.

Zamar unreadable eyes paused the trance when he heard a loud clearing of throat, purposely.
His lipped tighten a genuine smile looking over his best friend, who was directing to make the move already to which he replied nodding.

“Erm.... I... Uh–Have these token of my heart first..” Zamar mind went clueless to know what'l he going to do, nonetheless forwarded the dazzling roses.

SO FUCKING UNROMANTIC ZAMAR ALYAN. He thought to himself.

No Worries, this is meant to be real more than it's meant to be romantic. His smart heart corrected his stupid brain.

Her mesmerising eyes flickered. back and forth between the two of enthrall pieces, a nature form and another was a human form.

Finally grasping the bunch of beauty and she knew the red rosy roses, she was never fond of are now her favorite thing for her on the planet.

“I.. I really have no idea, why did I sat like this out of nowhere nor I know why my mind and tongue are out of words which I've been practicing since hours... Well, I guess–Uh.. You can unpack the package, now.”

Zamar breath heavy as his plams completely turning clammy as he frequently rubbed it against or rather had his hand messing with his hair in nervousness while the other gets the nail bitten.

The roar of hearts were clear connectedly as the feelings wander around the veins in numerous emotions.

Her shaky fingertips interacted with the package just like the elements and synonyms of nervousness spread out her bones.

The brown package wasn't a normal package The Delivery Guy delivers, she obviously knew that.

This one was a special one.
A package that can set off a cascade of complex emotions.

Zawal tore away the package as she unpack resulting the actual classy silver box to come a clear view to their excited fantasizing freaked eyes.

Her amber eyes rose again to clash to his smokey grey, which made her internally chuckle at the anxiousness and curiosity in his iris as if the box was mystery for him and he's the one waiting to know what's inside the it.

Flushed by her gaze he scratched his hair and looked away abashed as he bit his inner cheek  making his jaw prominent much to swoon.

Giving a last look at her brother she gently pulled out the tape and lifted the lid slowly only to reveal a set of  delightful Black Forest cupcakes with delicious frosting of Red Velvet adorned on top.

Her jaw dropped at the stunning and appealing sight of the mouthwatering cupcakes which made her eyes brimmed in unawared tears.

It made sense now.

Black Forest.
Red Velvet.
Rose.

Her heart fluttered when the rise of soft tinglings started dancing in her nerves as she sucked her bottom lip to stop herself from squealing loud and burst in tears.

The heavenly frosting wasn't an end for the cupcakes, the slice of golden flakes and white chocolate fondant cupcake toppers exquisite resting on top of the red velvet twirl frost.

'Do you, Wish To Be Mrs.Zamar Alyan? Yes. No.'

Zawal shallowly breath as read the lovely yet life knots words written on each of the cupcakes in a exclusive helvetica font unlike her crazy electrifying calligraphic mind.

"From My Whole Heart To My Whole Life, I Want You By My Side, Zawal Iyad.”

Zamar euphonious vocals got over her again, the soulful sound of his voice lighten her chest as Zawal breathed in tears pooled in her iris.

The genuine feeling of love, affection and joy of his heart and calmness of his mind twinkled against his smokes orbs, and of course thebtab bit of hope and combinations of anticipation and anxiouss.

Zamar visibly gulped as her brimmed eyes finally fell on the sticky note attached inside of the lid while she gave a glance at her brother, who had hidden petals of salty liquid at corner of his eyes.

Zawal's tongue ran over her chapped lips as she bit it and inaudibly gulped reading the note with voice of her mind.

'Bite A CupCake If It's A Yes.....
Throw It On My Face If It's a No'

♣︎♣︎♣︎

The Most
Unromantic Proposal
Ever Made In History.
(Couldn't blame the writer, it was her first time nor does she have any experience in it.)

Also, Yes I did copy past from the first chapter! I wanted it to exactly the saaaame!

I request you to please prepare yourself for the next chapter.

Thengs. (ʘᴗʘ✿)

-Maliha Mirza.