"Ahad?!!! Did you just send your parents with the proposal?" I typed in total shock. I nervously place the phone beside me unable to contemplate what his reply would be.
Ting ting.. The message notification makes my heart skip a beat , when I see a...
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I was shaken out of my thoughts by someone, I opened my eyes to see mom.
Oh oh... Time for explanation.
She looked down at me annoyed. "Wake up, they are asking for you."
So, yeah, my relationship with my mother is strained. I never grew up to have a loving mother. I was scolded for stuff I didn't do, never encouraged or praised. I felt very unappreciated. But my father was a total opposite, He loved me and cherished me. I never thought of my mother as a step-mother, just that she proved it every other day that she was, I didn't mean anything to her.
I was very agitated and looked at mom slowly.. " I'm nervous.."
"Stop acting like a drama queen, You make this guy fall for you and now act innocent that you're nervous, aren't you just like your filthy mother, you useless piece of..." Father comes in the room and mother is startled and starts being sweet.
"Get up, sweety, It's all going to be just fine." She gave me a fake smile and headed out of the room.
"Baba.. I really did not know anything about the proposal.. I.."
He cuts me off and starts talking.. " I know.. His parents told me, Mr and Mrs Azam are actually very nice people.. I like them, I am delighted to meet them.." He smiled warmly.
A conversation with dad always makes thing easier for me.
" I love you so much, baba" I blurt out while hugging him.
I enter the living room and smile shyly when I see his parents stand up to meet me.
"Salam Aunty, Salam Uncle.." I look at them and pay my greets with the most innocent face I could make at that moment. They answer my greetings and Aunty kisses my forehead.
"Mashaa Allah.. Your daughter is very beautiful.." She says looking at mom and dad.
Dad smiles while mom fakes a smile and fails at it.
"So , Areesha.. What are your hobbies..?" Uncle Azam asks me trying to break the ice in between us and kill the awkward silence.
"Umm.. I actually love to read and sing.. Oh and I also like baking.."I reply confidently.
"She's an astounding baker.." Dad says.
"Oh! I love cakes, I think Mr Kareem, we shouldn't delay this marriage decision, I am missing out on the lovely bakery Areesha makes.." Uncle Azam says and makes everyone dissolve into laughter.
After I serve tea and a lot of chatting. They are ready to leave and invite our family over for dinner at their place.
Dad agrees instantly.
After we say our goodbyes, I head to the kitchen and help mother clean out dishes and leave the rest for the maids to look after.
I go straight to my room and start thinking about how dreamy all of this sounds.
The man, I liked has sent a proposal.. I suddenly feel butterflies in my stomach.
I call my best friend and tell her all about today.
Zaina is my childhood buddy, we grew up together and knew everything about each other. Zaina was bursting with excitement.
"OMG, I'M GONNA WEAR THAT GREEN GOWN I SHOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM" Zaina screamed into my ear.
"It's too early to think about clothes, Zee" I chuckle
" Who knew prince Ahad was planning on doing this, GOSH!!!"
"I don't know.. It's surprising.. How am I going to face him at the farewell party .. Ughh" Thinking about facing him is making me nervous.
"It'll be fun, idiot... Yeah, just don't all be gaseous in front of him, we know how you pass those horrible hydrogen bombs when you are nervous.." She laughed hysterically.
"HEYYY! I hate you!!!!.." I said annoyed.
"Nah-ah, Girllll... you love meeee..." She teases me.
"Actually , I do.." I did love her. she was always here for me. she's my soul sister.
"You give up so easily..Reesh.." Zaina said.
"Oh no this time, I won't. I laughed a little. " Alright. talk to you in sometime, love you, bye zee!"
"Yeah, go eat someone else's head.. " teasing me again , this girl never stops.
"Zee, stop it!!!" I shout irritated.
"Haha, Okayy Girly, love you too, Byye."
As I hang up the call, I see a message pop up. "AHAD AZAM" Even my inner voice reads his name shyly.
Ahad: " Guess who's standing on your balcony.." My heart skips a beat when I read his message.
Two minutes ago.. Omg!! I quickly fix my hair a little and nervously walk towards the balcony.
I open the little white wooden door and In front of me stands the man of my dreams in a dark black jacket and I am not given any extra time to process his image and I jump out of my thoughts when I feel his lips on mine. His lips are so soft. He kisses me like he's been waiting for this opportunity forever. His hands move up and down my back. Not being able to mentally grasp what's going up, My hands go to his neck and I wrap them around. He deepens the kiss as both of us decide not to let go. I would never have enough of this pleasure. He stops to breathe but without breaking the moment , he begins to kiss me again, harder, deeper and I never knew until now how much I loved this. I did not know when or how but I was kissing him passionately too.
We pull apart from a loud noise and stare at each other, I shyly look down and then up at his handsome face, He's smirking and we both have swollen lips ... Oh dear... Now. I'm embarrassed.
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