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"Oh god, pata nahi main kya karne wala hoon. Date. Aur wo bhi, iss stupid mamu ki bhanji ke saath? Barkat yaar, kaha phasa diya hai tumne mujhe", whined Zain in whispers under his bed sheet.
Thanks to his dear sister, he was stuck in a situation now. It was hardly a few weeks since he gave a thought about friendship with her, and now he has to take her to a cafe, buy her latte, and maaro gappe.
Oh how much he hated all of this. Couldn't his sister give him something more reasonable as a punishment?
Usually, his dates would be with these hot chics whom he met in London.
And this one was probably the stupidest thing in his life, ever.
But, is she that bad?
He sat up, nervous, tensed, vexed, and what not. What was he going to do with her? How was he going to make sure that she finds all of it real, while it was all a plan?
Amidst all those silly worries, something caught his eyes.
Her.
She was probably in her third dream or something by now. The gentle breeze let those brown locks of hair gently balm her rosy cheeks. A tiny smile played on her face.
Her lips, were so delicate.
Her eyes, were dangerously attractive.
Her smile, was a contagious disease.
And she, was perfect.
Suddenly, Zain felt his insides gently rumble.
Beneath everything, there lied excitement.
Aaliya sat in front of her mirror. The mirror, which loved drowning in her beauty.
She smoothed her voluminous hair and positioned it just the way she always did. A thin line of eyeliner and a dash of blue eyeshadow, that matched her grand, powder-blue, embroidered anarkali, made her eyes look extravagant.
As she positioned her neck piece, Zain burst out of the washroom, hoping that he wasn't late. He quickly glanced at the clock, to be relieved that it was only 8:30.
"Ye kaun hai?", Zain mumbled to himself, with his eyes wide open, in utter disbelief, just like a 17 year old guy's eyes falling on an ultra-glamorous girl in college.
It was really hard to believe that mamu ki bhanji was so beautiful and goddess-like. Even the minutest detail on her face contributed to her ravishing looks. Her svelte figure let her clothes hug those curves perfectly.
Toned stomach, petite arms, radiant face. Was this a dream? Because Aaliya Ghulam Haider, no wait, Aaliya Zain Abdullah, was a perfect mantrap.
After stroking her hair one last time,
"Toh chale?"
She turned towards her so-called-husband.
"Allah!", she screeched, shutting her eyes closed, and turned away.
"Ab kya hua mamu ki bhanji, ye shirt tumne hi select ki thi, kamaal karti ho."
Aaliya sighed and tried to accept the fact that Zain was genuinely, stupid.
Tapping her long fingers on her knees, "Aaj kal toh fashion bohot advanced ho gaya hai na? Itne saare new styles. Lekin.."
"Har baat ko itni drag karna zaroori hai kya? Seedhi seedhi bolo, warna main akele chale jaunga date par."
"Aaj kal boxers mein hi bahar ghoomna nayi trend hai na?Jao jao, jab log tumhe aankhe phaad-phaad ke dekhenge na, tab mujhe zaroor yaad karna", she said, breaking into soft giggles.
After stroking her hair one last time,
"Toh chale?"
She turned towards her so-called-husband.
"Allah!", she screeched, shutting her eyes closed, and turned away.
"Ab kya hua mamu ki bhanji, ye shirt tumne hi select ki thi, kamaal karti ho."
Aaliya sighed and tried to accept the fact that Zain was genuinely, stupid.
Tapping her long fingers on her knees, "Aaj kal toh fashion bohot advanced ho gaya hai na? Itne saare new styles. Lekin.."
"Har baat ko itni drag karna zaroori hai kya? Seedhi seedhi bolo, warna main akele chale jaunga date par."
"Aaj kal boxers mein hi bahar ghoomna nayi trend hai na?Jao jao, jab log tumhe aankhe phaad-phaad ke dekhenge na, tab mujhe zaroor yaad karna", she said, breaking into soft giggles.
"Oh shit."
Zain felt his cheeks rapidly change colours. From red to blue to orange. Rainbow much?
He barged into the washroom and banged the door.
Aaliya laughed to her heart's content, with tears brimming in her eyes. After settling down a bit, she took a deep breath and sighed, with a wide smile still playing on her face.
Sometimes, Zain's childlike nature was more captivating than anything.
...
The cafe was a stunning place. Dimly-lit, spacious, beautiful wall bearings, french chandeliers, and with a nice orchestra performing in the background, the purpose of it was complete.
There were a few additional surprises, which usually wouldn't be found in other cafe's.
Someone had just announced that soon, there would be a dance for all the couples that have gathered.
Zain and Aaliya would be the last ones to think about it.
It was turning out to be a rather boring date. All they did was fought, like always, on what to drink or eat. If he said coffee, she said tea.
If she said pizza, he said lasagna.
"Isse date kehte hai?", said Zain.
"Fight hamesha tum start karte ho", she sternly replied, and rolled her eyes.
Where was she stuck. In the middle of nowhere, with a person who doesn't even know the A of date.
Both of them tried not to argue more, and sipped on their cold coffees.
Zain restlessly looked around and spotted a sultry woman in a sleeveless top and short skirt, approaching their table. His eyes instantly hit her, and gazed at her with his jaw dropped and eyes popped.
Aaliya stopped drinking her coffee and wiggled her eyebrows.
"Hey there, would you like to dance with me?" the woman said, with her seductive voice.
Zain closed his mouth and blinked his eyes fast.
Aaliyafelt her heart dropping. Tears rushed to her eyes.
Just as he was going to respond to the woman, Aaliya stood up and briskly walked away, paying no heed to where she was headed.
Zain looked on, with a devilish smirk on his face, like his mission had just been accomplished.
Did he plan all of this?
She tried to suppress the sudden gush of tears and emotions that were bombarding her, while walking aimlessly.
And stopped. In an area open to the sky, with a few spotlights here and there. Maybe this place is meant for outdoor performances, she thought.
She crossed her hands and pressed her lips into a thin line.
Zain was always flamboyant. He had always been a casanova.
Flirting was like breathing for him.
But, what happened today? Why did she get angry? What right did she even have on him, to be angry? How did her heart begin to shatter into a million little pieces when she saw the woman walking towards Zain?
Aaliya got her answer.
Zain felt his cheeks rapidly change colours. From red to blue to orange. Rainbow much?
He barged into the washroom and banged the door.
Aaliya laughed to her heart's content, with tears brimming in her eyes. After settling down a bit, she took a deep breath and sighed, with a wide smile still playing on her face.
Sometimes, Zain's childlike nature was more captivating than anything.
...
The cafe was a stunning place. Dimly-lit, spacious, beautiful wall bearings, french chandeliers, and with a nice orchestra performing in the background, the purpose of it was complete.
There were a few additional surprises, which usually wouldn't be found in other cafe's.
Someone had just announced that soon, there would be a dance for all the couples that have gathered.
Zain and Aaliya would be the last ones to think about it.
It was turning out to be a rather boring date. All they did was fought, like always, on what to drink or eat. If he said coffee, she said tea.
If she said pizza, he said lasagna.
"Isse date kehte hai?", said Zain.
"Fight hamesha tum start karte ho", she sternly replied, and rolled her eyes.
Where was she stuck. In the middle of nowhere, with a person who doesn't even know the A of date.
Both of them tried not to argue more, and sipped on their cold coffees.
Zain restlessly looked around and spotted a sultry woman in a sleeveless top and short skirt, approaching their table. His eyes instantly hit her, and gazed at her with his jaw dropped and eyes popped.
Aaliya stopped drinking her coffee and wiggled her eyebrows.
"Hey there, would you like to dance with me?" the woman said, with her seductive voice.
Zain closed his mouth and blinked his eyes fast.
Aaliyafelt her heart dropping. Tears rushed to her eyes.
Just as he was going to respond to the woman, Aaliya stood up and briskly walked away, paying no heed to where she was headed.
Zain looked on, with a devilish smirk on his face, like his mission had just been accomplished.
Did he plan all of this?
She tried to suppress the sudden gush of tears and emotions that were bombarding her, while walking aimlessly.
And stopped. In an area open to the sky, with a few spotlights here and there. Maybe this place is meant for outdoor performances, she thought.
She crossed her hands and pressed her lips into a thin line.
Zain was always flamboyant. He had always been a casanova.
Flirting was like breathing for him.
But, what happened today? Why did she get angry? What right did she even have on him, to be angry? How did her heart begin to shatter into a million little pieces when she saw the woman walking towards Zain?
Aaliya got her answer.
He was her husband.
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HELLOOO AMIGOS. 🤗
I hope you enjoyed reading. Do give me your reviews. 😳
The second part will be updated soon.
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