The next day, early in the morning Zayn woke up because today would be the most historic day in life for marrying the woman who had been adored and dreamed of being his wife.
Never even thought that the struggle would not be in vain and today paid off when the last love anchored in a place that was considered very appropriate.
Zayn, who had just finished taking a shower, already looked very fresh and he stood in front of the mirror to stare at the reflection of a bright and sparkling face with a smile etched there.
"I'm not dreaming." Zayn slapped him across the face, though it wasn't strong just to make sure everything was real.
Until it looks grimacing when it feels a mild pain due to a slap. "It hurts, it means I'm really not in a dream."
Realizing that the words are very ridiculous, now Zayn immediately laughs cursing at his own stupidity. "Jeez! If other people saw me like this, they would probably mock me for being crazy."
