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" Dua Bhabhi! They have over done my make up." Aaliyah said looking at the mirror.
" Let me set it then." Dua said and brought a napkin. Once she is done, Dua carefully arranged Aaliyah's long dupatta.
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" Dua Bhabhi! Even you must be excited during your engagement. Weren't you?" Aaliyah asked without thinking about the consequences.
" I was Aaliyah. But what's the use when I got my biggest nightmare on my first night?" Dua said lost.
Aaliyah felt as if she asked a touchy question.
" Wanna see how I looked at my wedding?" Dua asked excitedly.
" Damn! Yes." Aaliyah said turning back towards Dua.
" Here." She forwarded and Aaliyah snatched it.
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" You look dripping bhabhi." Aaliyah gasped looking at the picture.
" Why are there no photos with Zain Bhai?" Aaliyah slowly asked.
" He deleted everything." Dua said but she felt that she said too much about their marital life to Aaliyah.
" Acha! Ok. It's time." Dua said but before she open the door there was a knock.
She opened it to see, Ihsan grinning at her.
" Bhabhi! Is my bride ready?" Ihsan asked which made Dua roll her eyes.
" Yours not yet bride is ready but I'm not." Dua said and closed the door on his face. Ihsan stood there dumbly yelling at Dua to open the door.
She let him scream and got into a beautiful blood red dress.
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Mr. India's Pakistani Bride
General FictionCover Credits: @AMBER_0501 " Bas Abbu! Aapne jo mere saath kia tha vo bas hai. Ab vohi kaam Ihsan ke saath bhi mat kijiye!" Zain yelled at his father. Ihsan stood there looking at his father with pleading look. His father looked flabbergasted seein...
