Karishma’s POV
"Okay, I remember seeing a picture of Karu mama with blonde hair, what was that all about?" Alia asked, looking amused. Haseena cackled and immediately pulled out the picture of me with blonde hair out of her pocket.
"Stop!" I whined, slamming my head on the table. "It's so bad," I said.
"How did this happen?" Arya asked, taking the picture.
"Hase, Mikey and I had a bet and if I lost, well, let me tell the whole story," I said with a huff, glaring at my beautiful wife Hase.
"You should do it again," Hase hummed, running her fingers through my hair.
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I sighed and looked at Mikey. "I bet you can't go an entire week without talking," I told him, Haseena and I were in the living room at my house just trying to spend time together. My parents had realized that Haseena and I were going to be together no matter what so they learned to just deal with it. Although, I could tell my mom wasn't very happy with how close Haseena and I were. Haseena looked at me.
"Karishma, that's mean," she said. I looked at her wide eyed.
"He hasn't shut up for the past hour!" I exclaimed.
"What do I get if I do it?" Mikey asked, glaring at me. He was a grown up teenager now and a pain in my ass, I didn't remember being this annoying at his age. Not at all.
"If you win," I hummed. "I'll bleach my hair blonde."
"Yes!" Haseena shouted, sitting up and looked at Mikey. "You better fucking win, do you understand me, Mikey?" I rolled my eyes, "He won't win, now let's go," I said. "I want to take you somewhere."
Ever since I had gotten my license, I wanted to drive constantly, even if it just meant Haseena and "Yes please." After this bet Hase and I left for a drive to do our own things.
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"I can't believe you fucking won," I muttered as Mikey gave me a smug smile and Haseena coated my hair with bleach.
"I told you he'd win," Haseena said.
"Shut up Hase," I said, pouting. "Is this supposed to burn?"
"Uh I think so."
"I don't like it," I whined, wanting nothing more than to scratch my head.
"Well it'll be over soon, don't worry," Haseena said putting the last bit in my hair.
"How long do I need to keep this in my hair?" I asked her, crossing my arms.
"About an hour." HM answered
"An hour!" I shouted. "No! Hase this stuff burns!"
"It's not my fault you have brown hair so it takes longer!"
"It's not my fault," I mumbled. "Blame my dad."
"Well I'm blaming you, not Mr. Singh."
"Well you should blame him," I mumbled and let out a whine as the burning got worse.
"It'll be fine."
"Hase, why do you hate me?" I complained.
"I don't hate you!"
"Yeah you do," I said and continued pouting for the entire hour. And when it was time to wash it out, Haseena took me to my bathroom, locked the door and got in the shower with me she grabbed the shampoo and smiled.
"You've never shower with me before," I said, my eyes snapping shut to keep bleach from getting in them.
"Well, things change and this is the best way to wash your hair," Hase hummed, making me turn around to scrub my hair. "And your eyes are going to be closed so you can't see me."
