Pyar Ki Love Story | Short Stories | 1st Book |

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"Do you have another colour for this dress?" Mehek asked the shopkeeper as he showed her two same dress but different colour.

"We only have these two colour of this dress."

"Then show me something else." The shopkeeper sigh and went to pick another dress

"You've rejected more then 7 dresses because of colour, do you have some colour in your mind that you want." It wasn't like Imad wasn't enjoying her presence near him but he didn't wanted to spend time with her in a shop

"I....don't know, I just don't want something so....... glittery?" Mehek didn't knew the word she has used was perfect or not

"Red will suit you." Shopkeeper returned with another dress, seeing the colour Imad said

"Simple red dress are okay but I can't weak simple on eid Esha will kill me, and heavy red dress make me think I'm going to wedding or something." There went his hope down he wanted to see her in red because it was his favorite colour

"How about dark brown? Do you have something in brown." Imad first asked her then turned to shopkeeper,

"I never had brown dress." Mehek said

At last their shopping was done Mehek bought the dress that Imad choose for her

"Do you wanna eat something?" Buckling his seat belt Imad asked her, she nod her negatively, she was talking to him in shop but now she again went to her silent mode

Imad wanted to spend some time to her but maybe she wasn't wanted to spend time with him, she said wanted some time to adjust with this relationship between them but if she is not willingly trying to spend time with him how will she adjust?

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As Esha and Mehek saw the new moon, Esha quickly grabbed Mehek's hand and take her to the backside of the house,

"Esha! Wha........." Words didn't come out from Mehek's mouth as Esha pushed lightly forward to lawn

"You can thank me later." Esha said and closed the door

"Esha!" Mehek went to door when she heard noised behind when she turned around a gasp left her mouth

"You?.....you told Esha to do this?" Mehek wanted to come out as courageous and displeased in front of him but her voice said otherwise so.

"Maybe?" His hands in his pocket Imad shrugged his shoulder, when he saw Mehek clenching her dupatta he took his hands forward for her to hold, she looked at him with wide eyes, Imad nod his head. Hesitatedly she grabbed his hand, when her cold hand meet with his warm heat crept to her cheecks

That moment she cursed her pale skin that got red easily.

"I wanna be the first to see you dressed up tomorrow." Mehek eyes again got wide

"Baar-baar apni ankhen kyu barhi kar leti ho." Laughing he said.

"You'll be in mosque when I'll be dressed up." She ignored his playfulness

"Then don't come out from the room until I return." He said as if it is piece of cake.

"Should we sit down?"

"Where?" Mehek asked in return because there were no chair or bench to sit. Imad just point at the swing which was hanging out in mango tree

"There is place only for one person." Mehek again said

"It's okay you sit down I'll push the swing for you." He gently grabbed her shoulder and made her sit on the swing.

"When we first had our encounter you were sitting on the swing." Pushing the swing gently Imad said