Saffron Hearts : A Tale of Desi Romance ♥️🥀

_. A Dress to Remember. _

♥♣NOOR'S POV :-

As we stepped into Areeba's boutique, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the array of colors. Areeba was Kabir's younger sister who was a fashion designer and owned her own boutique named 'AK Textile'. Zahra and Hamza's wedding shopping has finally begun and I was excited to be a part of it. Areeba greeted us with a warm smile and led us to the racks of exquisite clothing.

After the selection of the dresses for Zahra and Hamza, we were deciding the dresses for me.

"Yeh lo, Noor! Yeh dress tumhare liye perfect hai!" (Look, Noor! This dress is perfect for you!) Zahra exclaimed, holding up a beautiful yellow lehenga.

"Mujhe nahin pata, Zahra. Mujhe kuch aur pasand hai." (I don't know, Zahra. I like something else.) I replied, feeling a bit uncertain.

Just then, Kabir's phone rang, and he excused himself to take the call. "Ek minute, main is call ko attend karta hoon." (Just a minute, I'll attend to this call.)

As he left, I unknowingly felt a pang of sadness hit me while I was watching him disappearing from my sight.

" Kis tarhan ke kapre pehene hain Noor tumhe? " Areeba asked ne, her eyes glistening with curiosity.

" Aise ho jo bohat zyada common bhi na ho lekin traditional ho aur mujh pr acha bhi lage. " I said describing the concerns in my mind.

" Arey yaar koi bhi yellow dress le lo uss main kya hai dikhna to tumhe aisa hy hai. Churail jaisa. " Hamza said annoyance dripping from his face.

" Yaar tujhe iss main kya pasand aya hai jo iss chuchundar ko apna shohar bana rhi hai? " I said to Zahra clearly annoyed by his bickering.

" You-" Hamza couldn't complete as Zahra interrupted in between.

" HAMZA!! " She said side eyeing him while he stood quietly.

We didn't notice Kabir coming back after taking his call as we were busy in the dress selection.

As he stepped inside, Hamza asked for his input to make the decision easier. "Kabir, acha hua tu agaya, yeh dresses dekho. Tumhare khayal mein kaunsa better hai?" (Kabir, look at these dresses. Which one do you think is better?)

Without hesitation, Kabir scanned the dresses and pointed to a stunning yellow suit, fully embroidered and embellished. "Yeh suit, yeh suit... acha hai." (This suit, this suit... it is nice.)

Unbeknownst to him, that dress was meant for me! I blushed at the thought of wearing something he had chosen.

As we continued shopping, Areeba, Zahra, and I bonded over our shared love of fashion and laughter. We tried on dresses, shared stories, and giggled like old friends. By the time we finished, the boutique was filled with the warmth of our newfound friendship.

"Areeba, yeh dresses tumne khud design kiye hain?" (Areeba, did you design these dresses yourself?) I asked, admiring the intricate embroidery.

"Haan, Noor! Maine khud design kiye hain. Tumhein pasand hai na?" (Yes, Noor! I designed them myself. Do you like them?)

"Bohot pasand hai! Tumne bohot acha kaam kiya hai." (I like them a lot! You've done a great job.)

After a joyful afternoon of shopping, Hamza and Kabir dropped Zahra and me off at her mansion. As we said our goodbyes, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the wonderful day we had shared. And, of course, the beautiful yellow dress that awaited me, chosen by Kabir's discerning eye. I was waiting for the festivities to start so that i could see his reaction on my clothes.

As the days went by, I found myself thinking about Kabir more and more. I couldn't deny the unknown erupting feelings that we both shared, and the yellow dress he had chosen for me seemed to symbolize our growing bond. Zahra and Hamza's wedding preparations were in full swing, and I was excited to be a part of it all.

♥♣

♥♣Words: 643