𝓑𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓯𝓾𝓵 ғᴀɴᴛᴀsʏ

Together and Forever

'I'm feeling nervous..... Oh God..... I'm sweating, panicking..... Someone help me..... Noor..... Noor? NOOR!!? ', I nearly yelled at the end, when I didn't received a proper response from my crazy-ass bestie.

Here I'm getting worried about everything, don't know what's going to happen, how I'm supposed to do this, maybe I'm spiralling now. But this girl, Noor, don't know where the hell she went..... Oh sweet Lord, help me.

I whined. I was freaking out. Visible lines started forming on my forehead, making me more panicked. Still my best friend was not by my side.

She should be here, pacifying me, murmuring sweet nothings into my ears, encouraging me, soothing me, calming down my tensed nerves, telling me that everything's gonna be okay, but no, she's not here and I don't fucking know for how fucking long I would be able to keep my fucking sanity in check.

'Woah, oh, now you sound just like him', her surprised voice fell into my ears, 'Isse kehte hein pyaar, sacchi aashiqi, bepannah, beshumaar mohabbat', she continued with her melodrama, 'Haye, tum dono ko kisi ki nazar na lage', she further added, wiping off her fake tears dramatically, making me roll my eyes exasperatedly.

'Ho gaya tumhara? ', I finally asked, feeling quite irritated.

'Aree, meri pyaari Zoi, gussa kyun kar rahi ho!? Accha baba sorry, abb no mazaak, only serious talks, hmm? ', she said with a genuine smile, making me sigh a bit peacefully.

'Mujhe bahut nervousness ho rahi hai', I truly confessed, 'Pata nahi kyun but ek becheini si ho rahi hai, mann ghabra raha hai, paseene chhut rahe hein, mano jaise abhi dil nikalkar haath me aa jayega', I tried explaining her about my anxieties.

'Chill maar, kuch nahi hoga. Tu bas thodi stressed hai. Aur wese bhi, tension lene ki kya baat hai!? Tumhara sapna puraa hone ja raha hai, thoda smile kar, nahi to chehre pe wrinkles aa jayenge, phir Aditya tumhe chod ke chale jayenge', she tried diverting my mind.

'Kuch bhi mat bol', I replied to her not-so-helpful words, before turning around to face the vanity mirror.

I then heard her chuckle before it was replaced by a knock at the door.

'Me dekhti hun', she went to open the door and came back with my handsome father, who looked more charming in his black tuxedo and perfectly styled hair.

'I guess mera kaam yahan khatam ho chuka hai, to me jaati hun baaki ki arrangements check karne', Noor apprised us, 'Zoi, agar kuch bhi zaroorat pade to ek call kar dena', I nodded at that, before she went to give us, the father daughter duo, some privacy.

'Aap bahut khubsurat lag rahi hein', he spoke, with a genuine longing look over his ageing face.

'Shukriya abbu', I passed him a gentle warm smile when he held both of my hands in his.

'Kya hua? ', suddenly the tone of his voice changed into a worried one, making me frown with confusion at that instant change.

'Sab khairiyat hai, abbujaan. Aap aese kyun puch rahe hein? ', I counter questioned, still puzzled.

'Aapke chehre se to nahi lagta. Kuch hua hai kya? Aap humein, apne abbu ko bata sakti hein', he said in his comforting tone.

Just then it clicked into my mind.

'Hum bilkul thik hein, bas thodi becheini ho rahi hai, aur kuch nahi', I honestly replied, while playing with my fingers.

'Aapki ammi agar hoti yahan to shayad aapko kuch tips de paati par ek tarah se accha hai woh yahan nahi hai', he said.