Teri Nazron Ne Kuch Aisa Jaadu Kiya.., Lut Gaye Hum Toh Pehli Mulaqaat Mein...
{Guess the song 🖤}
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Third Person's POV:--
Three Years Ago...,
Through the mirror, she saw her friends half laying on her bed bickering, totally feeling like home. Looking at them, only one thought occur in her mind. How did she end up getting friends with such nuts?
"Zoya, you tell. Who is much hotter Zayn Malik or my favourite Ayaan Khan?" Iqra asked Zoya, making her groan.
If only Iqra knew that Ayaan Khan would be her brother-in-law in the future.
"Don't drag me in this." She said disgusted.
"Come on, don't be such a spoilsport." Said Iram rolling her eyes.
"You both are so Besharam. It's Haram to check out boys." (Shameless) Zoya pointed out.
"But still. Just say who is more hotter." Yells Iqra getting impatient.
"Why would I chose? It's not like I would end up getting married to one of them." Zoya joked, applying lip gloss on her lips and pressing her lips together.
She was getting ready for their college annual function, which they need to attend today. Both the twins were ready and was waitting for her. They both were looking damn gorgeous.
"You never know...." Iram thought aloud making her laugh.
"That only happens in Movies and Wattpad." She said, putting Kajal on her eyes.
"It's happen in real life too. You know in some country a divorced woman ended up getting married to a prince. Can you believe it?" Iram gushes while clasping her hands.
"How lucky!!!!" Exclaims Iqra looking a little envy.
Seeing how hot was it today, Zoya decided to tie her long black hair into a ponytail. Putting the dupatta on her right shoulder, she look at the mirror.
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{Zoya's Dress}
A 5'4 tall, brown girl, of age around 20 was staring at herself. Her sparkling black eyes, small button nose, pink plump lips with her heart shaped face makes her even beautiful. Which she was unaware of.
She wasn't satisfied with her looks. She don't think she was anywhere around beautiful. To say honestly, she was insecure about herself, only because she wasn't fair like her family and Iqra and Iram. She had always been criticized for her brown skin by her Abba's side relatives and cousin.
As if sensing her thoughts, Iqra said, "You look Beautiful".
Turning her back towards the mirror, She look at Iqra and said with a small sad smile, "Don't lie".
