But when he loves me I feel like I'm floating
When he calls me pretty I feel like somebody.
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Chapter dedicated to : romanahmoin
My baby's in the house! I love you babeeee! Say hii to my best friend you all! romanahmoin welcome to the family!
P.S : You haven't experienced embarrassment until your bestie reads your work. And reads *everything* bdhbdhxncbdbxv
<<raqeeba's p.o.v>>
"Do not and I repeat do not dare to give him the death glare or I swear to God you'll have it from me Mr. Khan."
I gritted in a hard voice but with a smile on my face as I tightened my hold around my husband's hand. He didn't say anything and just continued clenching and unclenching his jaw and fist while his eyes were fixed upon Josh like a hawk.
If looks could kill, I know Joshua Kapoor would've been dead the very moment we stepped into the mansion, a.k.a at my in-laws', the poor kid should've thought about it before literally making out at the center of the mall with none other than, the dear dear sister of my husband.
It's been a week since my birthday, and 2 days since the mall incident. Well.
Long story in not so short.
Let's just say I wanted to go to the mall for umm ahm buying some essentials for myself, since I had finally become a proper 'married' woman with quite an 'active' sexual life and needed something a little more than anime printed or plain boring undergarments.
But hella!
Had I known the touchy-feely, extra and always-by-your-side kind of a man I was married to I would've locked him up before heading out. Apparently the moment I stepped into the mall I was greeted with almost an unhealthy amount of staff from each shop, standing behind my husband at the very entrance who seemed to be pretty much very impressed by the little stunt he pulled.
Great!
Now I go to get a bra and the entire freakin world knows about it.
He said Anusha looved such public stunts but well I'm not her! I feel bugged with staffs roaming around me when I shop, in fact I hate it. I just feel pressured to no fuckin extend. Everyone wants me to buy something they suggest and if I don't I feel terrible for wasting their time and end up buying everything they want rather than the things I need.
It was one heck of a day and I wonder whose face did I wake up to for it was the first time I got broke in a mall. Literally.
I was no way in hell gonna let my husband pay for everything I bought but hey! My plan was to just get a few pairs of underwear and wallah I would've been done but no! I had soo many people around me that I felt embarrassed to go straight to just an undergarment shop and get the fuck out, leading me to go and get a dress instead, mind you I chose the least expensive one, but turns out Nuraan was more of a girl than me. I mean I literally didn't even think of the fact that if I buy a dress I would have to get a new pair of shoes with it along with matching accessories.
For fuck's sake I would've just bought a t-shirt had I known I had to spend so much more for a fuckin dress. Half way through the shopping I simply ditched everyone, sneaking into La Perla and doing the deed before finally walking out and facing the wrath of my husband, which I ignored before dragging him to the food court.
It was then did I realize how everyone knows him. Literally everyone.
We ate and I bought almost half of the chocolates I found in the man making my husband groan and sulk, nagging about how unhealthy it was. After spending straight two hours in the mall we were finally walking towards the exit when I stopped, my eyes widening at the commotion happening at the very center.
"It's a fight!" I said my eyes widening and my lips forming into an amused smile. I swear Tabish was rubbing off on me. I gotta stay away from him. Nuraan just looked at me like I was some dumb shit.
"So?" Just as those words escaped his mouth, we heard a loud 'Awww' coming form the crowd.
"Nah it's not a fight. A proposal maybe?" I said my smile widening. Nuraan just groaned.
"How does it even matter?"
"It does! I wanna see." With that I didn't even give him a second before ducking hopping and pushing my way through the crown for a better view. It's time like these where I curse as well as feel blessed for my hight.
I was awe struck and smiling wide as I looked at how beautifully the center of the mall was decorated with red balloons and flowers, indeed a grand proposal.
"YES!" I heard a woman shriek out and that's when my eyes landed on the couple making my eyes widened and smile drop.
Holy shit!
I saw as the two practically started eating each other's heads off making me quickly look behind me.
Oh no.
I could see the way Nuraan straightened his coat before finally walking towards me. Holly mother of dragons! He cannot see this! He'll eat Josh's head! My eyes widened when I realized the way the crowd scurried away giving him space to walk towards me but that's not what we want here!
Jumping on my feet I quickly ran to him, in an attempt to take him away from the scene.
"Baby!" I shrieked almost cringing at my voice, "let's go!"
He frowned a little but smiled.
"I was about to get you." He said to which I smiled hurriedly before pushing him with my hands on his arms.
"Um-hmm and I'm here now! let's leave, go go."
"Yep let's g---" my head shot up to meet his eyes the moment he stopped speaking and I could feel him tense under my grip. Over the month, I had very well grown to know how protective Nuraan is for his family, especially Nushra and it doesn't take a genius to guess his upcoming reaction.
His jaw clenched and before I know he quickly moved away from me storming towards a poor baby Joshua. Oh my gawd.
"Get your hands off my sister!" His voice boomed followed by a loud crack and then next thing I know was the defening silence that surrounded the entire mall.
Uh-oh
. . .
"Sorry for being late, the traffic's really bad today."
I apologised with a smile itched on my face, as we both took a seat on the couch, not before giving mom and dad a hug.
"There's no problem,hon" Mom replied to which I smiled.
Truth be told it wasn't the traffic but the so called tantrums thrown by none other than her son that caused us to be late.
"Hey Josh!" I beamed.
The poor guy smiled wide at me through his black eye and plastered nose.
Yes. That bad.
Shifting my attention to his parents I politely greeted them as well by joining my hands in front of me and bowing down in a traditional Indian manner, saying a Namaste to which they looked a surprised but none the less smiled in appreciation.
I had known Josh since, high school, when both him and Nushra started dating, immedietly after Nuraan graduated. Joshua was mixed. With his mother being from England while his dad was an Indian. A perfect blend of white and brown I must say.
After all it was because of Josh did I at all know that language. Along with the fact that I personally have always been fascinated with the Indian culture very much.
Mom and Dad beamed at me with a proud smile while Nushra smiled thankfully.
"That's Raqeeba, our daughter-in-law, or should I say our another daughter." Mom introduced me to them with a big wide smile on her face before shifting her attention to my right, making her smile drop.
"And that's Nuraan, our son." She gritted with disappointment.
Of course she'd be disappointed, after all her so called eldest son pulled up the most childish and bizzare action of beating up her future son-in-law in a crowd of thousands of people.
I gulped looking at Mom's deadly glare while Nuraan seemed absolutely unfazed, having his so called poker face up and not moving his eyes away for a second from Josh.
The bitch was acting like a psychopath.
I couldn't help but feel pity for Josh as he uncomfortably shifted in his seat under Nuraan's oh so scrutinizing gaze.
His parents just smiled at us saying 'we know'
They seemed like simple and good people.
There was an awkward silence for a while as I trailed my eyes around the room with Josh sitting in between his parents, exactly opposite to us while Mom and Dad sat on the couch on our right while Tabish was sprawled upon the couch on our left and Nushra beside him. Basically the couches were arranged perfectly in a square manner with the center table in the middle.
My eyes met that of T and I swear to God that dude seemed like he was having the time of his life by continuously shifting his eyes between Nuraan and Joshua with an amused and wicked smile on his face, like he was waiting for his elder brother to pounce on the latter.
This bitch.
I cleared my throat.
"I hope you guys didn't have any problem reaching here?" I said finally breaking the ice.
The not so old cute couple smiled at me saying.
"Not at all honey, in fact 'twas pretty much an easy ride." The woman replied politely.
"Mrs. Kapoor, we'd sincerely like to apologise for the uncanny behavior of our son towards Josh. What he did is absolutely unjustifi---" Mom started only to be interrupted by Josh's mother in the middle.
"Oh no no it's okay. He's the brother after all." She said smiling at Nuraan.
"Naah we get that but what he did was wrong and that's why Nuraan here really wants to apologise." All heads snap at my direction the moment those words escaped my mouth.
Yes. He will have to.
Nuraan gave me the 'i never said that!' look to which I just smiled at him holding his hand in mine before digging my nails on his palm secretly making him hiss as I said in the sickest and sweetest voice I could muster.
"Right, Nuraan?"
He just glared at me in return before clenching his jaw and passing a tight lipped smile towards the couple.
"I'd sincerely like to apologise for my behavior Mr and Mrs Kapoor." He said like he was in some business deal.
The duo looked shocked while I just added on to his apology. "---and Joshua."
As if it was all that was needed the surroundings and the atmosphere soon changed, with light hearted conversations, snacks and jokes, it was then did the couple finally asked for Nushra's hand for their son and all of us were happy about it except my oh so annoying and grumpy man who immedietly stormed a series of questions towards Josh.
Apparently Josh's parents were planning to move back to their Homeland in India and desperately wanted Josh to finally settle down before they go all saint and give up on this world.
I mean not entirely but whatever
That explains why we finally ended up deciding on a date two weeks after the success party for 'The Knights' which happened to be 5 days from now, when we will finally announce about the wedding to the world. Too quick. I know plus it we decided that the wedding would be on our farmhouse near an island, and was gonna be held in both ways a traditional Catholic and Indian. I was beyond thrilled about this one.
Plus!
No office work. Celebration. Good food.
I FUCKIN LOVE IT!
"Oh my God I'm getting married, babe!" Nushra screamed wrapping her arms around me as we both started jumping the moment her future in-laws and hubby left.
"Oh my God I'm so happy for you, babe!" I replied giggling loud and jumping with her. What could be better that finally marrying your childhood sweetheart?
"Oh my God that social sucide, bitches!" T screamed showing his fake happiness as he joined our hug making us stop and glare at him, before all of us started laughing.
I love them.
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"And who remembers the way T was always jealous of me because I could wear makeup!" Nushra giggled from the dining while pouring the juice on each separate glasses.
"Bitch you're lying!" T screamed huffing in anger.
"I'm not! Ask Nono! You used to cry in front of him for hours." Nushra bit back, making me laugh from the kitchen as I heard her voice, while whisking the egg.
Oh my God.
"Yepp. I remember, he used to cry saying mom doesn't love him enough." Nuraan agreed, a boyish grin sprawled upon his face as he chopped the onion beside me.
We decided we'd rather take some days of and stay here until the wedding is over and be with the entire fam before going back home. That explains why, today all of us were making lunch all together with each of us doing some work or the other.
"Seriously!? Lmaooo although I can totally imagine T doing that."
Tabish just rolled his eyes at me.
"It's not my fault, mom used to dress me up like a girl when I was a kid." He whined.
This time both mom and dad too joined us.
"He looked adorable in a frock. What can I do?" Mom said giggling making Tabish huff. Dad boomed before adding on.
"Yes. He looked way more girly than Nush, to a point I always got confused between the twins of who was the girl and who was the boy."
Both Nush and Tabish's jaws dropped at the insult while me, mom and Nuraan roared out a laughter.
"Hey!" They both cried at dad, clearly offended.
Nuraan passed me the onions and I added it to the egg before finally frying it. This was on demand of the bride-to-be.
The microwave dinged and I hurriedly went to it, taking out the au gratin and placing it beside the lasagna. Perfection. By now everyone was there at the dinning except me, since I was just left with the salad.
"Beeba!" I heard mom call.
"In a minute!" I replied. I could hear all of them getting busy with chit chatting as I quickly took my mixed greens and spinach in a large bowl.
My eyes shifted to those familiar blue ones as I smiled at him. He just smiled back before walking over and standing right behind me as he rested his hands on either side of my face, before placing a soft kiss on my head making me smile, look up and peck his lips before I continued with my work and added in the cucumbers, carrots, bell pepper and tomatoes to the bowl.
"You must be tired." He whispered in my ears before peppering my face with butterfly kisses. I rolled my eyes at his words.
"I'm not bruh." I said. Putting in some more protein I mixed in the entire thing, stopping in between when I felt him suck on to my neck making me stop myself from moaning.
"Nuraan." I whispered trying to wiggle out of his hold only to have him, hold on to me tighter.
"I love you baby" he chimmed making my heart flutter with joy as I leaned on to him.
"And I love you..."
This time he didn't say anything and just dug his face on the crook of my neck before pulling me as close to him as possible making me smile.
Heaven.
. . .
"Go for this! It looks cute!" I heard Ayman say as she smiled at me holding a yellow coloured dress with something black in it in her hands and shoving it to me.
Ahh that's ANYTHING but my type tbh
"Are you sure I'm not really a big fan of yellow." I said to which she just rolled her eyes.
"Beeba trust me, I know him, Nuraan loves yellow just like he loves you." She edged with a wink, emphasizing the 'love' making me blush for no reason what so ever.
Right now we were at a boutique, getting a dress each for the success party of The Knights which kind of happens to be today itself. Even though I didn't want to buy anything, I was dragged here by Nushra along with her best friend Ayman who seemed like a sweetheart too.
Ever since I entered in here the two have been hyping me up like there's gonna be no tomorrow whatsoever.
The bad thing about this is that the two aren't alone, they have their freakin trio together which explains why I could feel Anusha's heated glare upon me from behind. However, it didn't bother.
If that bitch dares to throw tantrums she'll have it from me.
Plus! I wasn't alone. I had my two besties with me on this, Juhi and Nausheen along with my newly made yet old friend, Romanah.
We used to be friends when I first joined school but then had different friends groups so could never make it beyond 'casual friends', doesn't change the fact that we've always been on good terms and now that I've spent almost a week together with her since she happens to be Josh's cousin, I can't help but notice how everything about us is soo damn similar.
She is like the sister I never had.
"What do you think, babe?" I asked shifting my attention to Romanah who has not once left my side, since the amazing person she is, unlike my other two so-called besties, one who isn't here yet and the other who is busy roaming around good knows where. Romanah was just like me, if not, then way more introverted than I can be.
Basically, she was LITERALLY the pretty docile girl with a bomb-ass personality which you only get to see once you're at THAT position.
Which I am at.
Hehe! Kudos to me!
"Umm I think it's really pretty but... I don't like that color much either." She replied honestly.
See! Told ya she's the sister I never had.
"Oh, c'mon it will look good, trust me." Ayman stretched.
"Aym, I love you but this is way more revealing than I'd want it to be." I tried to reason. Ugh I hate this declining... Maybe I should just go for it...?
"Are you sure? Nuraan would lik--"
"Well, who cares what Nuraan likes I'm not gonna let my best friend wear that." Now this interrupting voice would be of none other than my longest best friend, Juhi.
Finally!
I turned towards the sound from where the voice came from only to be met with those familiar hazel orbs.
Swinging an arm around my shoulder since she was reallyyy tall she just gave Ayman the tight lipped smile.
"Thank you so much, Aym. We got it from here."
Let's just say 1. J is just not afraid to be rude to anyone whatsoever and 2. She doesn't like anyone who happens to be Anusha's friend. And Aym is basically the best friend...
Well.
"Actually I'll give it a try, thank you so much, Aym." I said smiling and taking the dress from her. She smiled back before nodding and going around to search for something else.
Romanah chuckled while I just shot a glare at Juhi who shrugged in return.
"She just gives be bad vibes."
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<< a-man's p.o.v>>
I looked at her smiling face.
She's still the same.
I don't want to hate you Ora but I have no reasons to love you either. Not anymore.
Not when you took him away from me.
Her arms were wrapped around my neck as she gave her cheshire cat smile while I pouted posing for the selfie we took while shopping. It was finally today when I spoke to her. Thanks to Josh. And I couldn't help but think how I missed her.
I don't want to hate you but I know I'll still do.
Especially after the way he came up at the boutique, looking for his wife. Especially after I saw the way he wrapped his arms around you, the way he looked at you. Especially after the way he secretly bought that necklaces from some other shop saying he wanted to take a call.
Why?
Why does he like you, when it was me who had done everything I could to have him all to myself?
I made sure to fix that bloody director to coax Anusha, I made sure to let Nuraan know about it through my sources, I made sure that he caught her right on time just so I could get her out of the picture and come in. But what happened in the end? He found someone else? Someone who isn't me. Hell I wanted to be the one mending his heart but you just had to step in!
Desperate to marry my man.
When I got to know that he said yes to the marriage I was broken, shattered, it wouldn't have hurt as much as it did had he married Anusha instead, but this was you.
This was you we were talking about.
The person who wouldn't have even been here had it not been for me.
Thankless.
That's you Orvana or should I say Raqeeba.
Keeping the phone aside I wiped my slightly damped eyes, before walking up to the floor length mirror in my room. Eyeing myself from head to toe. Red lips, red dress and black heels. Everything about me today screamed darkness.
And why wouldn't it be?
That's what I'm planning to bring in her life.
A small smirk crept it's way on my lips as I thought of the text I had just sent to that someone.
Enjoy as much as you can today, Raqeeba.
For it's time to face your worst fears, yet again.
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Any guesses about A-man?
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No rambling today
I'm fasting and I'm tiereddd
Also!
Ramadan Mubarak
you all!!
Stay safe and stay healthy!
And!
I wanted to ask... if I write a traditional indian story, what would you want me to mainly focus at?
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