Illicit Affairs ~A ZaiRa FF~

3. Wedding Bells

The Society Whisperer- Personal Blog Section

August 12th, 2023.

Good morning, lovelies! Today's weather is bright and sunny with clear skies for the rest of the day! A perfect one for a picnic or an outing, or as our sources tell us- a wedding dress fitting!

Remember, you heard it from us first! It's now no secret that Karachi's very own 'It Girl', Mubashira Jaffar is engaged to none other than her father's erstwhile business partner- Kingpin Asif Shahwani, in a rather unlikely twist of fate. The two are set to tie the knot two weeks from now, in a ceremony touted to be the event of the season!

We expect grandeur of epic proportions, and hope that our dear queen bee MJ doesn't disappoint with her OOTD on her big night! Fashion critics will be watching her like a hawk and so will we!

Follow this space for more updates regarding the ceremony! Although there's a strict no cell-phone policy at the event, our sleuths are relentless and guarantee exclusive updates!

-Gupshup Rani.

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Zaid Asif shrugged skeptically as he spun the steering wheel of his Maybach SUV in order to enter the regal metallic gates of the sprawling Jaffar mansion. Upon his father's request, he'd made sure to clear his schedule in the first half of the day so as to take Mubashira and Ayra to the boutique. The former's wedding dress fitting was scheduled later in the day, and the latter needed to start sifting through possible outfit options for all of her wedding events.

Two whole days had passed since his father had made the shocking announcement about intending to marry Mubashira within the next two weeks. Even though Zaid had hoped that his initial malaise about the whole ordeal would fade with time, he was fairly out of luck, because it appeared that his discomfiture regarding the matter had remained intact in the time that'd elapsed since then.

However, he realized that it would be best to stop obsessing over the subject for his own peace of mind. He decided that he would try harder to maintain the facade of being accepting towards his father's new relationship with Mubashira, and by extension- the new dynamic it brought to his own equation with her. To this end, he'd made up his mind to be his most polite self whilst escorting her to the fitting today, even though he wasn't particularly looking forward to interacting with her, for fear of making his true emotions about the wedding evident.

It's just a couple of hours. If all goes well, they should pass rather unremarkably.

Once Zaid had driven up to the doorstep of the manor, he pressed the brakes of the car right in time for it to stagger to a halt in a desirable position. He then turned the ignition off and started to tap on the steering wheel restlessly, as he waited for Mubashira to step out. Zaid was an inherently punctual individual, and fortunately enough, Ayra- in her zeal to meet Mubashira in person for the first time, had been ready a few minutes earlier than he'd expected, consequently causing them to arrive at the mansion ahead of time.

"I'm so excited! I can't believe I'm finally going to meet the Mubashira Jaffar...Karachi high society's very own 'It Girl'! I've never personally met anyone remotely famous, you know? And to start off with her of all people..." Ayra exclaimed excitedly, clapping her hands together in gleeful enthusiasm.

Zaid rolled his eyes in annoyance as he responded. "Ayra, you've got to calm down. She's a regular person, you know? Just like the rest of us..."

"That's easy for you to say! You've known her since childhood! You're basically desensitized to her aura because of it. She's an absolute icon! And I've literally read so many details about her life from various press articles as well as social media, that I honestly feel like I know her already. Starting from the school she attended, to all the gorgeous outfits she's pulled off over the years...even the minute details about her love life...her marriage to her first husband Mohib, followed by her highly publicized divorce...I know about all of it..." Ayra blathered on like a bulldozer, deepening Zaid's frustration.