— A y e z a h ' s P O V 𖤐 :
Dad kissed my forehead, hugging and smilingly muttering ," Masha Allah, My lovely princess! May Allah bless you with all the happiness in the world."
I smiled at him widely. He then gave Rahil a slight hug, showering us both with blessings.
Right now, we were seated on the velvety white huge couch on the stage of the grand wedding hall! It was a magnificent mansion, with rooms upstairs and a massive hall downstairs.
The hall was adorned in a beautiful white theme, with delicate white flowers and shimmering silver lights.
As the guests arrived, they showered us with their blessings and good wishes. I glanced at Rahil to see him looking straight ahead. As if he sensed my gaze, he turned towards me, and our eyes met.
In that moment, memories of our previous encounter at his mansion flashed through my mind, causing my heart to race isanely.
Earlier the tension between us was palpable, thick in the air. Even now, I could feel it as Rahil nervously looked away, his palm flew on the back of his neck, cupping his nape. I blinked my eyes and looked ahead.
Our lips were so close! I could literally smell his musky woody cologne, which almost made me moan.
AYEZAH STOP RYT THERE!
My lips on his cheek felt so right! I felt bundle of things in the pit of my stomach, and not to forget the way he was gazing at me Oh god!
He never ever looked at me like that! There was something else in his eyes! Something like desire? Something very different which I never witnessed before.
The way he was continuously staring at my lips. DAMN! it fucking gave me wild thoughts.
I was this close to losing my sanity and kissing him breathless right there! I almost leaned in too but-
Before I could do anything Rahil's phone rang interrupting us.
It was his personal secretary Adam, He informed us that we were getting late and that a car was ready for us.
The car ride from home to the wedding hall was filled with nothing but pure awkwardness. I stole a few glances at Rahil in the car and saw him gulping and wiping the sweat beads from his forehead with his handkerchief.
" BHABHII!! you look so gorgeous as always, Masha Allah!!!" My trance broke, when I saw Najma and her husband Irfan making their way up to the stage. Najma was Rahil's younger sibling.
Najma gave me a tight hug while squealing with excitement! And Irfan hugged Rahil congratulating him.
" Thanks Najma! You look so pretty as well! " I smiled at her, pulling away.
"So! You finally made it, huh! I mean, you literally saved my brother's single ass from staying single forever. And you know what? I knew this would happen one day! I knew from the moment you told me you were going to pursue my brother. I just had this feeling that you two were meant to be together." She teased me with a smirk.
I chuckled, remembering the first time I met Najma. I had told her that I found her brother very attractive, and she responded by saying that he was too much of a goody-good boy and would love to stay single forever, so she offered to help me pursue him.
" BHAI !!! You look so handsome! " Najma chirped moving towards Rahil and hugging him as well And Irfan greeted me with a smile and I smiled back.
We chatted with Najma and her husband for a few seconds before Rahil's entire family arrived. His mom and dad are the sweetest people I've ever met. Nafisa aunty and Rashid uncle, who now demanded I call them ammi and abbu, and I gladly obeyed. They were so warmly welcoming and kind.
We all talked and laughed for few minutes, before they all went to attend guests.
Noor and Addin then arrived, looking stunning as always. Noor is Addin's wife. Noor hugged me, and Addin hugged Rahil.
" You both look so damn good together! Masha Allah! " Noor exclaimed.
" Right, Addin? " Noor nudged Addin, who replied with a boring .'Yeah'
Noor gave Addin a sharp, deadly glare.
" It's your bestfriend and cousin's reception! Atleast pretend like you are excited." Noor whispered to him, which was audible to me.
" It's okay, Noor! I don't expect anything from that cranky and cantankerous guy! Like, this creature didn't even call me for his waalima! So, what can i even expect from him? " I said, and Noor laughed out loud, throwing her head back, and Addin grumbled out a 'whatever fuck.'
Just when we were chit-chatting with Noor and Addin, Najma climbed the stage with her and Noor's best friend, Sammy, who congratulated us and brought a gift too.
Sammy and Najma greeted Noor happily.
Then suddenly, Najma exclaimed, " Bhai! You gotta do something! Look, bhabi isn't wearing the most important thing!"
She said to Rahil, standing near him. Rahil frowned and looked at me, saying, " What? She's wearing everything! And she just looks so pretty and perfect."
He said, still looking at me from head to toe.
" Ooooohoooo prettyy??" Najma teased.
" and perfect?? " Noor joined in near Najma, smirking and teasing Rahil!
I looked at Rahil, and our gaze met. We stood there gazing at each other until Najma cleared her throat and giggled along with her best friend, Noor.
" You both can continue the staring contest later, right now we were discussing something else? " Noor said.
" Ohhhhfooo bhai! bhabhi isn't wearing gajre! look at her wrists." Najma said, grabbing Rahil's attention.
Rahil looked at my wrists and muttered an 'Ooh,' and I too glanced at my wrists.
"Here, make her wear it." Najma forward the fresh white gajre, which were clad with delicate fresh roses on it.
" Me? " Rahil blinked.
" Again who? Me? " Noor asked sarcastically, chuckling. " You only, bhai! " Najma sighed and handed him the gajre, which Rahil hesitantly took.
Rahil extended his palm towards me, telling me to place my hand on his.
"Ya Allah! Najma! How can your brother be so clueless? I mean, I never thought I would say this, but you really need to take some lessons from Addin on how to be romantic," Noor huffed.
"Get on your knees, bhai!" Najma exclaimed, covering her face with her palm. Rahil's eyes widened slightly. "What?" he asked.
"Knees! She said, get on your knees!" I said, smirking.
I was enjoying this a little too much. Rahil looked so adorable when he was nervous.
He gulped and nodded, slowly lowering himself onto his on knee.
I couldn't help but suppress a wide grin as I pressed my lips together. He gently took one of my hands in his and delicately made me wear the gajre. He repeated the same for my other hand as well.
Everyone clapped as soon as he finished placing the gajre, and I passed him my widest grin.
He still held both of my palms in his, gazing up at me. His eyes were filled with a different kind of emotion, his expression was soft.
Again he is looking at me so differently.
Then, his gaze shifted to the gajre. He looked at my gajre clad hands for few seconds and what he did next left me completely stunned, along with everyone else.
He bent his head and kissed my knuckles, one by one, sending a burst of electric jolts through my entire being. My eyes slightly widen. I felt butterflies in the pit of my stomach.
The room erupted with cheers, bringing him back to reality as he immediately stood up and nervously looked away.
I could feel my cheeks warming up, and a silly grin spread across my face.
Oh my god! What's with him? why would he do that?
Even His simple gesture make me all giddy.
Ayezah you are so deep into this shit! FOR REAL.
"Bhai! I guess now that you made her wear the gajre so you can let go of her hands," Najma teased, and everyone burst into fits of laughter. I looked down and realized that he was still holding my hands in his.
He immediately released them, cupping the back of his neck and looking away, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Did I just see him blushing? Oh my god!! I'll die.
They all left us alone, saying they'll attend to the guests, and we sat back in our previous positions.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry! I'm so sorry I'm late," Laila hurriedly climbed up, managing her huge shimmery maroon gown which had a silt on one side.
Her luscious, dark auburn locks were elegantly styled into a sleek and polished bun and she had done bold make up with her lips painted in deep red colour.
"But you know what Rahil jij! Your secretary Mr Adam THARKI Hussain is to be blamed as well!!! He stopped me at the entrance and flirted with me for a straight 15 minutes! I'm telling you, I'll murder him or, worse, I'll kick him in the balls so he better not mess with me. Tell him!" she said to Rahil, who looked at her nervously.
I gave Rahil a hesitant smile and pulled Laila towards me. she bent down since I was sitting.
"Are you stupid? Or are you the stupidest?" I whispered in her ears.
"What? His secretary is damn annoying, I told you!" she replied.
"If his secretary is troubling you, then why are YOU troubling my husband? I mean why are you saying all that to him? Just handle him your way! And please, he's not tharki, he's kinda cute! He likes you! " I said.
"Well, let me tell you that i wasn't trouble your precious husband, I was just letting him know that how shithead of a secretary he has appointed and secondly I'm your best friend first, so you must agree to whatever I say or else you know very well I can chop you off! And about that douchebag! I would puke, please. He is everything but cute, and you know I'm into hot guys. Cute ones are not my type!" she exclaimed. I rolled my eyes at her saying a 'yeah whatever.'
" Oh anyways! Congratulations to you both." She straightened herself and smiled widely while congratulating us both.
Rahil smiled at her back and politely thanked her.
" Anyways guys! Where is the nach gana?? Why is the reception so dull?? " She exclaimed.
" Look Laila Nooo ! " I warned her.
" Hell yess!!! Now that Laila is here, I'll make this boring reception exciting! I'm going to be the DJ and play all desi wedding songs!!! Let's make your reception rock!!! " Saying this excitedly she went away. I sighed heavily, shaking my head and chuckling a little at the thought of how now my bestfriend would turn my reception into whole vibe.
The desi wedding songs started blasting through the entire wedding hall, filling it with energetic beats.
The infectious rhythm brought everyone together, and the dance floor quickly became the center of all the action.
I couldn't help but chuckle as I spotted Najma, Sammy, and Noor tearing up the dance floor, their moves wild and carefree. The sight of them was pure chaos.
As the music continued to play, even the elders couldn't resist the temptation to join in on the fun.
They gracefully made their way to the dance floor, their smiles radiating pure joy.
The song ' Nachde Ne saare ' filled the air, and it seemed like everyone's hearts were pouring out onto the dance floor.
In the midst of all the excitement, I couldn't help but steal glances at Rahil. His eyes were fixed on his family, a wide smile adorning his face.
Seeing him so happy made my own smile widen, and I found myself staring at him, grinning like a fool.
But then, he suddenly turned his gaze towards me, and I quickly averted my eyes, feeling a rush of embarrassment wash over me.
I looked away, closing my eyes tightly, wishing I could disappear in that moment. His chuckle broke the silence.
and even though I was embarrassed, All I could think was that his laughter had a certain charm to it.
It was downright hot!!
"Alright, alright, it's time for the star couple of the day to hit the dance floor for the couple's dance! " Noor climbed up on the stage, declaring it with excitement, and pulled me and Rahil into the center of the dance floor.
We stood there hesitantly, looking around at all the other couples who were also paired up.
Noor made her way to Addin and wrapped her arms around his neck, while he immediately pulled her closer by the waist, almost lifting her up. Najma and Irfan were also dancing with each other lovingly.
Suddenly, the music changed.
Wait I know this beats!
Rahil slowly took my hand and placed it on his shoulder blade, all the while I gazed at him.
" Ishq mein dil bana hai, Ishq mein dil fanaa hai, OOO "
As the lyrics played, I realized it was the song
'Chaleya' by Arijit Singh.
Laila, being the Bollywood fan she is, would always play Bollywood songs, so I knew this song as well.
I looked up at Rahil, and our eyes met, a spark of current running between us.
" Mita de ya bana de, Maine tujhko chuna Hai, OOO "
In that very moment, he snaked his whole arm around my bare waist, and swiftly pulled me in causing my breath to hitch.
" Tere saare Rang odh ke dhandh odh ke "
Our faces were just inches apart.
" Tera hua mein sabko chhod ke, OOO "
He was gazing into my eyes deeply with a very different kind of emotion twirling in his warm brown orbs. Our noses almost touching.
He held my other hand with his, and we started moving together, slowly and gracefully.
" Oh main taan chaleya teri or tera chaleya hai zorr "
He twirled me around, making my lengha flare around me.
He then hugged me from behind. My arms neatly folded around my stomach, and his hand rested on mine.
" Tera hoya main yaar ve buleya ae sansaar ve "
I could feel his hot breath fanning near my ear, his breathing charged and hard. I literally felt him inhaling my hair, as he pressed his nose on the side of my head. I gulped, feeling something indescribable.
Suddenly, I noticed something that made me frown, and it had been catching my attention for the past few days now.
The red hoodie!!
It was a person wearing a red hoodie, talking to a waiter. I had been noticing this same red hoodie-wearing person following me for few days now.
Their back was facing us as Rahil twirled me around, but when I swiftly turned to look back, the person had disappeared, deepening my frown.
"What happened?" Rahil's voice made me turn towards him, and I smiled slightly, shaking my head.
The music was fading into the background, and I found myself dancing mindlessly, my mind preoccupied with trying to spot that one person in the red hoodie.
I wondered if I was hallucinating or if there was something more to it.
However, these situations were not new to me. Growing up, I had business rivals who would send people to investigate or even harm me.
My dad, being wealthy, attracted such rivals, and as a result, I had a bodyguard assigned to me during my childhood.
But now, I knew I could handle it myself. I took few self defence classes and I was also taught how to keep my senses alert.
My gaze caught that same person in the red hoodie climbing up the stairs.
This was very suspicious and my first instinct was to call the cops! but before that, I needed to confirm if he was really tailing me or if there was some other reason for his presence.
I quickly came up with an excuse, telling Rahil that I needed to use the restroom. He suggested that I take Najma with me, but I assured him that I'd be fine on my own.
With a sense of urgency, I rushed upstairs, carefully holding onto my voluminous lengha with both of my palms, so that I don't trip and fall.
The upstairs area was vast, with a lot of rooms and only a handful of people around.
I meticulously searched each room, struggling with my lengha badly.
Just as I was about to enter another room, my gaze noticed- the person in the red hoodie.
I instinctively halted in my tracks, hiding behind a massive pillar as I discreetly observed the person in red.
That person was again engrossed in conversation with another waiter,their back was turned towards me.
I stood there for a few seconds, keenly observing them. The person in the red hoodie reached into their pocket, and before I could get a proper look at what they pulled out, someone called out my name.
"Ayezah?" My heart skipped a beat as a hand landed on my shoulder. My eyes widen.
Shit it's Rahil!
Panic surged through me as I saw the red hoodie person turning towards us.
Without hesitation, I swiftly spun around and grabbed Rahil, pressing him against the massive pillar. I hovered over him completely, to hide myself behind the pillar as well,
I pinned my one palm near his head to steady myself against the pillar and gripped his wrist with my other hand.
Rahil's eyes widened in utter shock.
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