A Pretty Lie ✔️

Chapter 25 | Too close

2 days later

I grin happily while looking at myself in the mirror, my hair tied up into a messy bun since I am gonna wear hijaab I did not waste my time on my hair.

A beautiful necklace around my neck with bracelet in one hand and I wore a big ring to highlight my hand, a stud earrings so Mamma does not yell at me for leaving my ears bare.

I love accessories which are simple and elegant.

My dress perfectly hugging my body more than I thought, it took me five minutes to pull the Zip up, but I did not repeat those movie scenes where girl asks the boy's to Zip her dress even though I was on verge of yelling help, my arms are sore from stretching but everything is worth I do not want to face any more embarrassment, I had completed the quota of embarrassment in the morning. Let's not think about it or I will turn the same color as the dress I am wearing, bright red.

I look like a traditional hijaabi girl who's is attending a marriage which I am. I carefully place the matching hijaab on the stool to wear it in the end with last touch, I look at my self with a proud grin looking all beautiful with nude makeup on.

I turn around expecting some compliments from Zaarib who is boringly fixing his tie.

I cough to get some attention but being the brat he is ignores me "hey" I call out with my hands on my waist as I stand all proud like a model.

He raises his eyebrow but turns fully around to take a look at me. I fix my heavy dupatta while wiggling my eyebrows "yes?" What the—Did this freaker just ruined the mood? I thought he would dramatically gasp and compliments will fly out of his mouth but this guy didn't even stare at this leaving masterpiece in front of him.

But I do not loose hope.

I bring the grin back on my face while questioning him "how do I look?" he licks his lips and eyes me up and down making me nervous and self-conscious.

He buttons his cuffs while eyeing me looking all hot and like a free ticket to hell with those tight formal pants and white shirt and coat laying on the bed which will add more spices when it's on his body.

I never thought this guy named Zaarib who is my friend, cousin can look this hot and manly. Am I considered as lucky? Maybe.

"Huh? Good I guess" he guesses? I click my tongue feeling annoyed at his short simple and freaking boiling someone's blood answer.

"You guess? So you mean I look only good?" I glare at the guy who nods while turning probably to laugh at my face, I know he is playing with me I can clearly tell that!

"Did anyone say you are a jerk?" I snap "hm No?" He raise his eyebrow "your wife is telling you then, you are a complete jerk!" Barking I turn around with sore mood and grasp the lying hijaab to wear and walk out of this toxic place when Zaaib is.

I hear him letting out a breathy chuckle while waking towards me, I can see from this big mirror as he is taking slow steps towards I keep myself busy while looking at the hijaab but not draping it over my head for some reason.

"Is someone angry" I roll my eyes but do not reply and now he is right behind me one small step and I am bumping into him.

I look down at my hijaab which looks more interesting than his eyes. I tighten my hold on the chair which is in front of me while wondering why I am getting so angry when he does not compliment me or looks at me. What is happening with me?

He brings his vieny hands against each side of my waist and rests his palm on the chair, my body automatically becomes rigid, freezing on my place while chewing my lips to look less nervous, since he is too close.