I'm not stubborn, my way is just better~
"Aao koi movie dekhen!"
(Let's watch a movie!)Daneen suggested.
"Okay, which comedy would you prefer?"
Murtaza inquired, but Daneen frowned.
"Ek minute, ek minute, kisne kaha hai ke ham comedy dekh rahe hain? I want to watch thriller."
(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who said we're going for a comedy)
Daneen asserted confidently.
"Nahi comedy!"
(No, a comedy)"Nahi thriller!"
(No, a thriller)"Kaha nah comedy!"
(I said comedy!)"Main ne kuch dekhna hi nahi tumhare saath!"
(I have no interest in watching anything with you)Daneen expressed in frustration, prompting Murtaza to respond,
"Main ne bhi!"
(Me too)After their heated argument, they both rose from their seats, only to settle closely together on the cushions on the floor after few minutes, ready to watch a thrilling yet comedic movie: "Murder Mystery 1."
Midway through the film, Daneen drifted off into slumber, her head finding a resting place on his shoulder. Murtaza let out a sigh, turning off the LED TV before gently scooping her up in his arms and laying her down on the bed. She turned out to be as lightweight as he had expected.
Seated on the edge of the bed beside her, he observed her face illuminated by the moonlight. A few stray locks of hair had escaped her braid, playfully framing her features. He tenderly brushed them behind her ears, ensuring that her beautiful countenance wasn't obstructed from view.
"Uff, Daneen what are you doing to me??"
He whispered to himself, before rising from his seat and retreating to sleep on the couch.
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It was her chaos that made her beautiful~
Atticus
On that evening, they were invited to a dinner hosted by Salaar, who was celebrating his impending wedding.
Daneen graced the occasion in an elegant yet simple black frock, her nude makeup subtly enhancing her features. As for Murtaza, he exuded charm in a black dress shirt paired with grey pants
As they relished the night, a light drizzle began as they arrived. Alamgir and Guljaan were away for a relative's wedding.
Murtaza hurried for shelter, not a fan of rain. In contrast, Daneen, a rain enthusiast, stepped onto the lawn. She giggled as raindrops fell around her.
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