I know chapter two was too short but I promise you wont regret this....
IBTEEY'S POV
I heaved a sigh if relief as I crashed on Nasma's comfy bed. I kicked my wedges, pulled my huge headgear and also my earrings. I threw them to the other side of the bed and untied my hair. I let it fall beyond my shoulders and then I crashed back on the bed once again...closing my eyes.
"Take a shower atleast before drifting to dreamland!" Nasma's voice interrupted my cozy sleep
" Will do that in the morning!" I groaned turning to the other side.
" That's not possible honey! I cant sleep with a Skunk beside me!!" she teased.
I grabbed a pillow and threw it at her. I gently pulled myself up and headed towards the bathroom.
I had a nice warm shower...washing my hair all along. I dried off, and Nasma helped me dried my hair. I put on my Barbie pajamas and sat on a bean bag opposite her bed.
"Thanks to you...am not sleepy anymore!" I fired at Nasma whose eyes were glued to the book she was reading. She did'nt even look at me....how idiotic.
I turned on my laptop and started watching some few episodes from Downtown Abbey. There was a knock on the door and Didi's head appeared behind the door.
" Baaba wants to talk to you...He said he called you many times but you didint pick up.!" She said passing her phone. With a confused look, I placed the phone on my ears.
" Baaaba!" I called happily
"Ibteey darling. I missed you!" He answered
"Missed you more! Will you be coming tommorow for the wedding fatiha??" I asked
"Sure I will...be expecting me!"
"Alright Baaba! See you soon. Goodnite and love u"
"Goodnight hun! Sweet dreams"
I hung up and passed the phone to Didi, who gave me a stern look.
"You guys act like couples....you freak me out!" She complained getting outta the room. I rolled my eyes and gave her the punch sign then looked away.
Back to business. Where the hell is my phone...???
Then it hit me. I probably left it in that guy's car.
"Nasma!!!!" I cried
" What the hell...am not on Mount Everest!" She spoke startled by the way I shouted her name.
"My phone....in Imram's car!" I pointed out.
" Is that why you're screaming?? Ofcourse he wont loose your phone if he surely finds it. He's a good guy and will return it to you ASAP!" She said turning to the other side of the bed and burying herself under the covers of her book.
" Nasma!... We're talking about my phone here!! I cant live without it. I need it...NOW!"
" Unfortunately you're still breathing and your phone is like a few kilometres away from you."
Can you remind me why I still call this girl my 'Bestie' ..... No need.
I rolled my eyes again and fold my arms accross my chest. I was fuming with rage. What if that guy saw the phone and is probably looking through my crazy pics or something?.....obviously my phone has no password. Dammit!...
I couldnt sleep through out last night. I missed my phone so much. I usually listen to a few love songs and then read from my wattpad library before going to bed. Charlie Puth's lovely voice wakes me up in the morning and then I slide it to see Zac Efron's handsome face. I listen to Ed Sheeran and John legend as I take my breakfast.....
But today...everything was different.
Nasma's hedious voice woke me up...i looked at her ugly face and stormed into the bathroom. By the time I was having my breakfast, she was nagging about the clothes she just got from the tailor and that they were too tight and she wanted to wear them today. I ignored her stupid remarks as she found more faults on the dress. I got back into the bedroom and started dressing up. My dad's coming today anyway and I miss him so much. I have atleast one reason to smile.
I took my time tinting my eyebrows and applying mascara to my eye lashes. I darkened my eyelids...achieving the smoky eye theme. I dabbed some nude lip gloss on my too- pink rosy lips. I slipped into a beige silk gown with black embroideries at the hems, neck and sleeves. Mamee designed that too. I tied a black damask head gear in a stylish way and shouldered a beige veil. I slipped into my comfy Vincci stilletos and headed out. Nasma was still nagging....Lord save us.
Y.Sameerah was dresses beautifully in white. Its her wedding anyway. I couldnt resist taking her pictures on my Canon. She lookes like an angel ...if I may say. Her friends and loved ones surrounded her..all in red and blue. A professional photographer was there doing what he knows best. The house was getting filled up. Well wishers at every angle. Congratulating the bride. The weddibg fatiha was to take place at a mosque not far from their house and the reception will take place in their orchyard.
Nasma, my two cousins Yasmine and Jidda including me together with the maids decorated the orchyard and arranged the food. Everything was in order. We then left the place and headed back in. As we sat in Y.Sameerah's room, Nasma's phone vibrated.
"Hey Imran!!!" she said with a smile." Ohh you saw it?! Thank God! She was about yo strangle me yesterday night....alright...okay...thank you!" she spoke
"Tell him not to unlock it!" I almost shouted
" Well he has already hung up!" she said rolling her eyes. Ugh! What am I gonna do.
The wedding fatiha ended shortly after and the male guests rushed into the orchyard. I could here their voices from Y.Sameerah's room. A lil while later, the groom sent his sisters up to fetch his lovely bride. We adjusted her make up and white veil. She looked so muaahhh. She held the hrms of her dress as she walkes down the spiral staircase, followed by us. Flashes of camera blinded us...i know we look like some sort of fairies...Lol.
The groom was outside with his friends and relatives. They took a lot if pictures with the bride and her friends. I left them and searched for Baaba. I found him standing with Y.Sameerah's dad outside the orchyard.
"Baaba!" I said hugging him tightly
"Ibteeeysamaaahh!" He said affectionately." Wowww! What a beautiful dress!" he exclaimed. I smiled.
He extracted his phone from his pocket. I inched closer to him and we had a nice dad-daughter selfie. How cute. I excused myself and headed back into the house through the heavy crowd. Climbing up the few stairs that led to the entrance, I tripped and fell. Well...on some strong arms.
" Careful!" An Ed Sheeran like voice said. I looked up and met some hazel dreamy eyes looking up at me. I adjusted my posture and mouthed a 'thank you'. Shit!!! It was Imran.
" Er....I just brought back your phone!" He said with a smile passing my iPhone with the pink Barbie case.
" Ohh thanks. I hope you didn't go through my stuff!" I blurted.
"Well I did before you told Nasma to tell me so. Too late!" He smirked and left me standing motionless.
What the hell??......
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Why would he go through her stuff? Its private.
Well guys...i hope you like this chapter. Forgive my spelling mistakes. Vote and comment. Love you.
-Miryamahh
