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Amal looked at herself in the mirror as she make a braid out of her hair. Her luscious brown curls in the front covered her drowsy eyes. She was wearing an off-white lucknowi anarkali. Her white chiffon dupatta was on her slender neck.
Amal sucked in a sharp breath as her hands curled into the fist. Negative thoughts swirled around her mind and she was deep down scared. Scared of losing him.
“Tum yaha baithi ho. Mein tumhe kabse dhoond rahi hoon," Amal looked up at her mumani jaan.
"Wo tumhaari khala aa rahi hai aaj. Mujhe abhi phone aaya tha. Shayed Ahmer bhi saath mein aayenge," Amal nodded her head at her words.
"Kuch madad chahiye lunch banane mein. Ham waise bhi bore ho rahe hai. Exam khatam ho gaye haina," She requested in a low voice fiddling withthe hem of the dupatta. She wants to distract herself.
"Tumhara mann hai tou banaa do. Waise bhi mehmaan ko mulaazima ke haath ka khana serve karna sahi nahi hai. Tumhara mann kar raha hai kuch banane ka tou biryani banaa lo. Mein mulazima se kah kar meetha banwa deti hoon," Her mumani jaan caressed the top of her head and she passed a polite smile.
"Jee Zaroor. Ham tayyari shuru kar dete hai. Warna lunch mein late ho jaayega. Aap khala jaan ko tou jaanti haina," Amal softly chuckled as she moved towards the kitchen.
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“Ridiculous. Cancel the campaign right now. When it's your damn duty to facilitate everything, you better do it. Useless fools," Rameez snapped over the phone and attended the call.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, he raked his fingers through his messy hair. He took the car keys from the drawer as he moved outside the room.
His heart skips a beat as he was stilled for the moment. Rameez stopped near the kitchen door when his gaze fell on his Amal.
Her hair was tied in a messy bun while few strands of hair fell on her forehead. The white chiffon dupatta was tied from her shoulder to the waist.
Rameez took a deep breath as he entered the kitchen. He fixed his hair and collar of his black shirt.
"Amal," Rameez gently smile as he tucked the hair behind her ear.
Amal was frozed while his deep voice send chills to run down her spine.
She gulped while her gaze was fixed on the deg of biryani.
"Naraaz ho mujhse?" Rameez asked as he leaned towards her. His breath was fanning on her neck and she fluttered.
"Tayyar ho jao. Ham dono baher lunch karenge. Celebration karna haina," Rameez caressed his cheeks, and she scoffed.
