"Tum sach mein ja rahi ho?"
"Uff Farjaad, haan! Pandharween dafa bata rahi hoon, haan haan haan! Raat ko final ho to gaya tha!"
"Acha lekin puray haftay ke liye janay ki kya zarorat hai? Event se do teen din pehle chali jana."
Umeed practically facepalmed herself as she placed the hairbrush back on the dresser, turning around to give Farjaad a glare. He was sat on the bed, with his puppy dog eyes pleading, and his bottom lip plunged out.
Umeed almost fell for it before she had to remind herself to snap out of it.
"Farjaad, mere bhai aur meri behan se barh ke cousin ki shaadi hai! Sau kaam hotay hein. Mene hi karnay hein na, aur kon karay ga?"
"Acha to tum din ke time chali jaya karna, aur shaam mein mere saath wapis aa jana na."
This time Umeed couldn't stop herself as she lightly banged her head on the dresser out of exasperation. This man will make her commit a murder.
"Farjaaaaad!"
"Umeeeeed"
HIs voice imitated a crying toddler and hers resembled that of an annoyed mother. Umeed looked dead into his eyes, clutching her fists.
"Kyun tang kar rahay hein. Aap aisay bachon ki tarah act karein gay to mein kesay jaaon gi?"
Farjaad got up from the bed, taking quick strides towards her and held her hands in his.
"Haan to na jaao na. Yehi to keh raha hoon mein."
Umeed took one of her hands out of his hold and smacked him on the arm.
"Oww, ye kis liye?"
"Ye jo dramaybaazi aap kar rahay hein is ke liye!"
"Tumhein meri muhabbat dramaybaazi lagti hai?"
"Is waqt to waqaye lag rahi hai! Aur kitnay baray jhootay hein aap. Pehle kitna kehtay thay, meri taraf se tum pe koi rokk tokk nahi ho gi, tum jab chaho ghar chali jana, aur ab dekhein. Sahi kehtay hein log, mard shaadi ke baad badal jatay hein."
"Rokk tokk to nahi kar raha...."
"Acha? To aur kya kar rahay hein aap?"
"Pyaar se darkhuast kar raha hoon mein to."
Umeed rolled her eyes at him, and turned towards the mirror, picking her studs up and putting them on. She then picked up her lightweight silver chain, and was about to put it on, when Farjaad gently took it from her hands.
Positioning himself behind her, he tossed her hair over her left shoulder, making sure to run his fingers across her neck as he did, sending electric waves down Umeed's entire body, as she went still. Carefully placing the necklace on her neck, he lowered his face, bringing it to Umeed's ear level, letting his warm breath run over her skin. Clasping the necklace shut, he let his fingers stay on her skin a little longer, and whispered into her ear, his voice husky,
"Tum khud hi socho na, tum nahi ho gi to ye kamra kitna khali ho ga. Meri subah kis ko dekh ke ho gi?"
Removing his hands from the backside of her neck, he brought one of it to her waist, turning her around to face him in one swift motion. Umeed was shell-shocked, unable to react to anything that he was doing. Farjaad took her parted lips and heavy breathing as enough signal to continue. His hold on her waist tightened, as he pulled her closer, smashing her into himself. His other hand went over to her left shoulder, where he began playing with the ends of her hair with his fingers, lightly tugging on the ends.
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Farmeed / One-shot Series
RomanceA series of separate, made up scenarios for Farjaad and Umeed. Sharing a little piece of my brainriot with you all.