~Kaveh x Alhaitham one shots~

//Arranged Marriage (💘 ❤️‍🔥?)//

HEY Y'ALLL<33 How're you doing? I hope you're doing well<33 anyways, here's a random question, do you guys want me to do smut? Because, I DO NOT want to do smut by myself without any ideas because smut usually makes me a bit awkward to write. I can write smut if any of you guys want me too<3 Anyways, in this AU, Alhaitham and Kaveh are arranged to get married and come from rich families after university. Alhaitham is a CEO in a company, and Kaveh wants to apply to be lead architect in that company. But they kind of "hate" each other, so this oneshot will mostly focus on them falling in love, or realizing they were in love for a long time! :> \ I will make a part 2 if you guys are interested<3 AND YES, BOTH OF THEIR PARENTS ARE ALIVE 😭. So yeah :33 I'm STILL working on the request, and I'm sorry this is so long.. anyways, enjoy!!<33 also, modern au :3 and also there's making out here :3

Kaveh's POV:
That stupid Alhaitham. I swear, ever since we had that stupid thesis fight.. he's been getting more and more annoying. As much as I hate to admit it, I miss him. I missed being his friend. I miss being able to laugh with him and study with him, and just be with him in general.

For some reason, I liked his presence. Whenever he was around, I felt.. so.. safe. My face would always warm whenever he was around, and I could feel myself changing into all shades of red. Even when he was around right now, my heart felt like it would pound out of my chest.

It's out of anger! Even when we were friends, he drove me INSANE. He would never take care of himself! Always waking up at 4:00AM in the morning just to study, EVEN THOUGH HE DID IT ALL THE TIME! Always having his nose in a book, AND NEVER PAYING ANY ATTENTION TO ME!

But.. at the same time.. his warm hugs.. and his kind smile whenever he did smile at me.. his voice.. and the way he cared for me whenever I didn't sleep.. NO, STOP IT, STOP!

I.. I don't miss him. Yeah.. I don't miss him. And, it was also like what.. 2 years ago?! A- anyways.. I shouldn't be thinking I love him anyways.. I have to meet my arranged husband. Yes, my parents wanted to arrange a marriage for me with another guy. Both of our parents thought we were perfect for each other.

And it's not him. That's for sure. There's no way! I should get ready soon. My room was huge, but it was a little messy. And I had to bring the man I would be marrying back into this room to talk to him, and get to know him a little. I.. I hope he was nice to me.

My family lived in a mansion. A mansion which I helped design, obviously. But, sometimes, I couldn't help but feel lost in it sometimes. I know this is my home, this is where I live. But, sometimes, I feel like I can't see my room. I picked out some fancy clothes to wear. A white suit. A white suit with flower patterns on it, and long pants. There was also a small train on my suit, which matched my outfit. I put some flowers in my hair, and let it down. All of it, no hair clips on. Did.. did I look good?
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Finally, the doorbell rang. I was sitting downstairs, waiting in our huge dining hall for them to arrive. The table was regular sized, and there was a chandelier hanging above. Delicious food was made for all of us, depending on all of our styles. My mother took my hand that was resting on the table, and squeezed it.

"'I'm sure he'll be amazing, sweetheart." She said with a bright smile, and hopeful eyes. I nodded, and returned her smile. But, as soon as the family walked in my smile quickly faded and turned into a frown. All four of them walked in at the same time. There was this tall man, who had gray hair that was slicked back. He had on round glasses, and a mustache. And, he also had on a brown suit.

There was this also tall woman, whose hair was put up into a bun, and two strands of hair sticking out on her (face) cheeks. She had on a green dress which was sleeveless, and had two long sleeves hanging down from her elbow to her arm. And, she wore a belt with flowers on it. She also had black heels. Then, their son, who I would be marrying walked in.