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Author's Warning- This story has muslim character inspiration based in India other than that it has nothing to do with Islamic culture and practices. It is a complete fiction and the source of entertainment. Some scenes and dialog may offend muslimahs or strict fellow Muslims so they are allowed to leave this story because I won't be welcoming to hypocritical comments.
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Beautiful hazel eyes covered with curly eyelashes behind a thick pair of rimmed glasses settled right on her high cheekbones drinking imagination from the black ink of her favorite romance novel clasped by beautiful long and delicate fingers of her that is adorned with a beautiful emerald ring in her middle finger and a charm bracelet glimmering on her delicate wrist under the sun. She scrunched up her firm and narrow nose, her bow-shaped puffy lips coiled in despair resulting in her thick perfectly arched eyebrows joining together while reading a dialogue from the book.
The sun rays of spring morning falling on her exposed skin, white as a pinch of vermilion dissolved in milk; glow, in her pink kurta on top of blue washed ankle-length jeans. Caramel thick thread of silk flowing till her waist like sea waves with a flash of gold under the sun.
I love it when you call me Señorita,
I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya.
But every touch is oh la la la...
Its true la la la..
Blaring of her phone disturbed Abeer Rahman's hour as she calls it. Her weekends always spend like this. She sits in her balcony after breakfast finishing her favourite novel with the perfect view of the mountain from her french country style mansion in the heart of Dehradoon.
"Who the hell have the audacity to call me on the weekend morning?"
She growled in the phone without even checking the caller ID. Her usual velvet-like voice isn't velvety anymore.
"It's your bitch, Duh!"
Her best friend's obvious voice spoke from the other side.
"Zara?"
"Who else, do you have any other best friend except the two of us." Zara reply was sarcastic.
"Okay, no need to be bitchy this early in the morning however it should be me talking to you like that for disturbing AbeerRahman's hour!" She snapped in annoyance.
"Well yeah, your precious hours with your damn boring books!" Zara mocked and Abeer just rolled her eyes on her beet friend's usual remark.
