As I eagerly wait for Minha to arrive at the party, I can feel my nerves heightening and my excitement bubbling over. I can't help but act like a giddy teenager, constantly checking the time and impatiently waiting for her to make her grand entrance.
And she came and my heart started beating fast, just by a glance at her, and it's always satisfying to watch her when she's not looking, observing her every move and gesture.
I can't help but notice that she's biting her nails, a nervous habit that she only does when she's feeling anxious. Is she nervous about something? I can't help but think as I observe her standing there, scrolling through her phone.
But even with her nervous habits, she looks absolutely stunning in her black anarkali, with her hair flowing Freely and her red lips adding a pop of color. But what caught my attention most were her eyes, which seemed to be forming tears.
Is something bothering her? I wonder, my heart racing with concern for her well being. I turn to my brothers, who are also watching me intently. Why is she crying?.
"Bhai, please stop staring at her like that", Ibrahim said with a mischievous smile on his face.
"He has every right to look at his fiance", Harris adds, patting my shoulders. I just shrugged my shoulders, ignoring their teasing because all i can think about is Minha and why she's behaving like this.
Just as I start to make my towards her, Harris grabs my hand from behind, a smirk still lingering on his face. "Where are you going, bhai?", he asks wriggling his eyebrows.
"Nowhere, now let go of my hand", I reply, freeing my hand from his grip. Ah, the joy of having brothers who constantly tears you. But all jokes aside. I can't shake off the feeling that something is bothering Minha and I have to find out what it is.
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Happy birthday, happy birthday to you Amaan!", the whole room erupted in a chorus of the happy birthday song as Amaan cut into his delicious looking cake.
But admist the celebrations, I could help but notice Minha's strange behaviour. She seemed distant and lost, her smiles not reaching her eyes.
"Bhabhi, you should have seen bhai's face, he was waiting for you like a crazy guy", Harris joked, breaking the tense atmosphere. Minha and I locked eyes for a brief moment before she looked away. Leaving me with a heavy feeling in my chest.
"I mean, he was saying agar Minha ab 5 min me nahi aayi to main pagal ho jaunga", Ibrahim added, raising his hand for a high five from Harris. The teasing continued, but my mind was elsewhere and I was feeling embarrassed by their teasing.
"Oh come on, stop being so shy bhai", Zaid said, playfully taking a piece of cake from Harris plate. Harris punched Zaid's shoulder in retaliation, causing ammi to intervene and offer zaid her own piece of cake.
The banter continued, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't stop Minha anywhere in the room, so I excused myself to go look for her.
In the garden, I found minha standing with her aunt and talking on the phone. "Where are you calling me?", she asked, and my heart sank as I heard a male respond from the other end.
"Because I missed you", he said with a longing in his voice. "Stop calling me, minha replied. "But I missed you, jaan", the male voice insisted, and with each word, my heart shattered into a million pieces. Was she in love with someone else? Why did she agree to marry me then?.
As these thoughts swirled in mind, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of hurt and betrayal. I had just started liking her, and now I found out that she had a lover. It's a good thing I came to know her true colors before it's too late.
I couldn't bear the thought of marrying someone who didn't love me back. But as I stood there, trying to process my emotions, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. I had hoped for a happy ending with Minha, but it seemed like my story was far from a happy end.
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