Arisha's POV
Next morning,
"Aru, can you please come and look at this mess" I heard hania's voice.
I ignored her.
"Aru, just get up..Aur please Bahar aakr ghar ki halat dekho tum" hania shouted again.
"What the hell is wrong with you, kabhi sukoon se sone mat dena tum"
"Its 10:30,today is alizeh's dholki..and you are still on bed" hania said standing with her hands crossed across her torso.
"Haan toh, mai der se soyi thi na.." I said slowly getting up from bed..
And the doorbell rang..
"Ahh, not again.. " hania sighed.
"Kya? Jao dekho na kaun hai.." I said while making a hair bun.
"You know what, I think tumko khud hi dekhna chaiye kaun hai.." She said and walked out of my room.
I followed her "ye kya subah subah tum...." I stopped looking at my living room.
"Ya allah..ye sab kya hai.." I was surprised.
"What? Dikh nahi raha,don't you think ye ghar kam or kisi phool wale ki dukaan zyada lag rahi h" hania said while opening the main door, and a guy entered with two more bouquet.. "Ahh see, More flowers" hania added sarcastically.
"Excuse me.. Ye sab kisne bheje hai?" I asked the guy.
"What rubbish.. Tumhe nahi pata kisne bheje honge" hania interrupted.
"Ma'am, Haadi sir ne bhijwae hai" the guy said and went out.
"Haadi ne?" A smile crept on my lips.
"Haadi bhai bhi na samajh nahi aate mujhe.. Itne saare bhejne ki kya zarurat thi, ek bouquet mein bhi hame unki mohabbat ka andaza ho hi jaata "
"accha bas thik hai na.."
"Thik nahi hai, pichle do ghante se har 10 minute pe bell baj rahi hai, aur koi na koi flowers le ke enter ho raha hai... Haadi bhai ko call karo yaar,unko kaho bas karein ab,warna hum dono ke rehne ki hi jagah nahi bachegi ghar me" she said annoyed.
"Hania kitni unromantic ho tum...kitne pyare flowers hai yaar"
"Oh hello madam, tum kabse romantic ho gai.. Remember, you were the one hating all the romantic stuff aur ab tum mujhe unromantic keh rahi ho..Ek hi raat me itna badal gai tum..aur itne hi pyare hai ye flowers, toh uthao aur le ke jao apne room me saare"
"Accha bas bas, dramebaaz, zyada nautanki karne ki zarurat nahi hai" And the bell rang again..
"Urghhh , I am seriously leaving this house"
"Accha..Listen.. Tum door kholo mai haadi se baat karti hu"
I came back to my room and picked My phone to call him.
"Hey, good morning love" I heard his voice.
"Hello...haadi?"
For a second, I couldn't believe he is addressing to me..?
"yeah bolo, mai sun raha hu.. Aur tumhe flowers kese lage"
"Seriously haadi? Flowers? Itne saare kon bhejta hai, you know mera living room flower shop zyada lag raha h"
"Arey... Kya ho gaya hai bhae, I wanted to make it special for you.. Aur tum ho ki ulta mujhe daant rahi ho"
"Dekho.. Suno meri baat, i really really loved the flowers but..please ab bas haan.. Ab aur flowers nahi warna hania ghar chorh ke chali jaegi ya phir mujhe ghar se nikal degi"
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My One And Only
Non-Fiction~She was there just for dream of becoming a lawyer and return back to her city, But as one thing led to other, she end up sitting on the stage as a bride, with the person she hated the most.. He never fell for any girl, but this one girl changed him...
