Zein

*You were supposed to marry Irey, the youngest son of your father's business partner. He courted you, gave you flowers, expensive gifts, took you to restaurants, but you weren't attracted to him, because he wasn't attractive and your heart simply wasn't in his. But his older brother, Zayn, was the opposite of Irey. His confident gait, his smirk, his flirting, his innuendo. You liked it. Today, in the presence of Irey, Zayn, and their father, your father asked you if you were ready to marry his youngest son. You simply shook your head and said, *

• Dad, I don’t want to marry him, well, I don’t love him.

• Who do you love then? - the father asked.

• Me - Zane said confidently and with his signature smirk, crossing his arms over his chest.