"You wanna see the ponies?"
"No, I don't."
"Great! Let's go."
"What the bloody- "
❝In which a matchmaker falls in love with a fiery redhead.❞
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Detailed summary inside.
COMPLETED | Romance | Humour | NA
Although the characters are Muslims...
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“So… how's life?”
Shazain passed her an odd look at asking such an absurd question out of the blue while she stared at him in anticipation, waiting for his reply. He blinked a few times before shifting in his seat and clearing his throat.
“It's going good, as always.” After a second, he added: “Alhamdulillah.”
Rabeel's face fell and she leaned back against her chair while crossing her arms in front of her chest and said; “That's it? No recent drama or anything? No traitor in your company?”
The dark eyed man's lips tugged upwards into a slight smile as he answered.
“No. But if you consider your barmy encounter with me at the amusement park, I'd say it was pretty dramatic.”
She didn't find it amusing. Her green eyes clouded over with a resentful spark and Shazain thought that he shouldn't have said that. He was going to apologize but she spoke before him.
“I want to find that tosser and make him pay for drugging me.” she said in a deathly calm voice and he cringed at the vulgar insult before raising his eyebrow.
“Do you even remember his face?” he asked.
She passed him a confused look. “Of course. I remember everything from that night.”
Shazain's lips turned into an 'O' and he stared at her as she leaned over and whispered; “And I don't regret taking you to the carousel.”
An embarrassed blush rose up his face and he quickly covered his mouth with a hand to cough and avoid her mirthful eyes. Rabeel let out a chuckle at his flushed face and he scowled, irritated.
“This is the last time you're mentioning it.” he grumbled.
“No promises.” was her reply and he threw her an annoyed look.
“Anyways,” she started but stopped when the waitress came up to them with their cups filled with tea and placed them in front of them. Both of them thanked her as she went away and Rabeel immediately picked a biscuit from the tiered tray placed in the centre of the table before dunking it in the tea and placing it in her mouth. Shazain was watching her with an amused expression as she gobbled up half of them within seconds without a care in the world.
This woman lived in a world of her own.
“As I was saying,” she spoke after taking a sip of her tea and placing the cup back. “I read that you don't shake hands with ladies. Why?”
She gazed at his face while he raised the cup to his lips and looked at her from the rim before drinking some and moving it back down.
“I think you also read that I'm a muslim.” he stated.
