↱𝗕𝗲𝗸𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗮𝗿 𝗜𝘀𝗵𝗾↲
❛❛ Unn Bekhabar Hawaiian Se Lehrate Hue,
Hum Kab Ishq ke Badalo'on
Me Khoo Gaye, Pata Hi Nahi Chala❜❜
"Chup nai rehsakti tum?"
"Freedom of speech?"
"Tumhe aise freedom deni hi nai chahiye."
"An...
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“Why did you say Yes to this?”
“I said Yes? I was manipulated for saying a Yes.”
“Yeah? Right. as if you're a two year old to be manipul–”
“Hein!? Bhaijaan. Aap toh aise kehraho jaise Humne zabardasti Haan karwai.” Aayan scoffed dissentencing Zunayra's statement while Zair baffled staring at his brother, who stood unbothered, staring at the crowd before the simple yet elegantly decorated stage.
“Bro, Don’t eavesdrop a couple's personal conversation.” Emre said, pressing his lips together in order to suppress his laugh when Zair passed a deadly glare at him.
“Inlgo ki konsa 'Love Marriage' hui hai.” Aayan joked as a chortle escaped his vocals, giving Emre a high five. Zair unnoticeably kicked his younger brother's leg, which killed the existing laugh while Zunayra had a deep discussion within herself.
“Yaar, underestimate na kar apne bhai ko. Dekha nahi, kaisa bhaga chala gaya jab usko pata chala ki Bhabhi ke aansu nikal aaye the.”
Zunayra blinked slowly and dawned upon Emre's words to Aayan. Her gaze travelled at the corner of her eyes to see her 'husband' flashing a cringed look as he rolled his mesmeric blank eyes.
The only thing her mind could think was that her fate was bringing a typical wattpad story to life. Just how, everything was fine until he appeared out of nowhere with their parents binding them together over a land they had no idea about. But soon, they were married. And now she was here, Oh! so lovingly sitting with her spouse on a love seat at their own Walimah.
Her eyes lingered at his charming features for a good few minutes. Just like her wattpad male leads, he, too, did have a stunning appearance. He was attired simply classic with a black tie wrapped around the collar of his jet black shirt under the bewildering jet black blazer jacket and black sleek slack pants over his polished black formals. A complete black outfit.
His gelled hair failed to stand still as he set, as the amount of silky-smooth volume couldn't hold much of luscious hair, the strand choose to sway against his forehead as Zair left it as it is. His hair never returned the favour of his love for them.
“The roles are reversed, in the era where groom endlessly looks at his bride with eternal love, but it's opposite in this case because looks like this Bride couldn't take eyes off her Groom tonight. Aaye Haaye.”
Zunayra cursed. Not because she was a part of sizzling topic but for how she was interrupted in the middle of her sight-seeing, aka taking in the charms features of Zair. How could someone have a chilsed jaw like that? Perfectly perfect.
She shook her head to come back to the world and doubted herself for a moment. What was she doing? In front of the crowds, especially the people she knew would tease her to death for this. Not that she regrets her doings.
