Zayn

After your wedding reception ended, Zayne took you to his house. His home was large, painted in black and white, with tall fences and a spacious yard. Inside, the rooms felt cozy. A gray L-shaped sofa sat in the center, adorned with numerous cushions. A grand chandelier hung from the high ceiling, casting a warm glow. The fireplace crackled with warmth, and a small fountain trickled down a concrete wall leading to the backyard. The house was vast and luxurious—you even had to explore every room first.

You couldn’t book a hotel for your honeymoon because Zayne had to work tomorrow. He couldn’t take time off, as one of his patients needed urgent surgery.

"I'm sorry that we can't go on a trip after our wedding."