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*Drooling over shahzad's back*
The night was almost over and she still didn't eat a single bite of any of the food. Why you ask, well it's because of the mehendi on her both hands. She is a sucker for it and she made sure the artist has done it on both of her hands.
Humming a slow song she hopped from one place to another. The mehendi design that was almost dry. There was a makeup artist in the wedding and she immediately agreed and opened her list of long mehendi designs.
Iske bina toh shaddi shaddi nahi lagta.
From far away she saw her mother and she grinned. She will ask her mother to feed her, and she is so hungry.
She greeted an auntie who was laughing with a group of people. Her mother and ....his mother was also there standing there. She was going to pass by because she has no idea how she was going to act normal and unmarried in front of her in laws. So she quietly tried sneaking out of that place. She was just being polite.
Food can wait.
But when has Allah ever helped her escape her embarrassment?
"Arre beta wassalam!! Kaise hai aap?" A women who's eyebrows was darker then hell and a smile that was screaming mean witch greeted her back in a sickly sweet voice. What was her mother doing here talking with them?
When did I said salam to her?
"Ji acchi." She started walking. Nikal jao yaha se jaldi jaldi Warda.
"Toh beta aapki shaddi ho gayi hai keya?" The aunty asked with a familiar glint in her eyes. Why familiar you ask? No no it's not because she has received tons of proposals, no nope! But that glint is very familiar because her math professor looks just like that when she fails her surprise test and try to act sympathetic.
She stopped and frowned.
Haa ji abhi abhi. Woh bhi apki paas khari hui aunty ki beta se!
Nope she wasn't going to say that.
She turned around, smiling uncomfortably. She was about to deny when her gaze went past her now mother-in-law, and fell on the man that was striding toward her way. She felt his gaze all the time that she was here. But she refused to look at him and also do not ask her how she knew it was his gaze.
His jaw was clenched, his eyes dark and it was screaming with rage. The black kurta defining his huge and broad shoulders and biceps. It was not extremely muscular but he was very fit and his body was outside of the world. But it wasn't his body that made her go rigid. It was his eyes.
They were shamelessly raking their way up and down on her body and she felt blood rush to her checks at the way he was doing it. In such a long period of time she has come to know that he's extremely fearless and brave. He has no shame whatsoever and his confidence is just something else.
