"Stop trying to act like my fiancée because I don't give a damn about you!" His words echoed through the room breaking my remaining hopes
- Alizeh (The badass girl) gets tied in an arranged marriage to Zain (The reserved one) but he makes it very c...
(100+ of you have already bought it in 24hr since I posted it. If you are able to afford you can try the link above instead of waiting for two weeks. To be fair to them I must make sure there is gap between updates on Wattpad so that their money is justified but for people who can't afford you will get the three chapters in the course of three weeks so it's fair to you too.)
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One of you wrote a prose for Alizain scene from the library and it's so beautiful (already posted a story on insta but if you aren't following me there go follow for earlier updates and spoilers- link in my profile) but here it is:
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(Can I just say now you'll get another bookshelf scene in Chapter-30)
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WEEK-6
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After the farmhouse, I was more determined than ever to win back my Dua. I found out she was launching her fashion line by the end of this week. So, the very next day after we came back from the farmhouse, I went to her location. She was standing there giving instructions to her workers when her eyes fell on me.
"What are you doing here?" She asked looking at me incredulously.
"I am here to help you Meri jaan." I answered.
"First of all, stop calling me that! Secondly, I am someone's fiance so you shouldn't even be-" but I stopped her there.
"You are being delusional if you think I'll let this stupid engagement of yours last. Fiance is temporary anyways, wife is forever, and you are going to be Mrs Azaan Aziz." I announced.
She just rolled her eyes at me so I said, "I'll leave once you have this-" handing her the box of brownies and the breakfast I had brought for her. Knowing Dua, I knew whenever she was stressed, or had something big coming up, she would skip all meals only to end up fainting the next day.
