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CHAPTER 84

Danish Raza Mir
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We all sit in the dining area of her home, enjoying a delicious meal, my eyes can't help but gravitate towards her. She looks stunning in her red kurti, like a beautiful duckling that takes my breath away. Her long hair flows down her waist, adding to her already captivating aura. And those big, brown doll like eyes of hers, filled with so much love and warmth as she talks to her father, I find myself falling in love with her all over again.

While talking to her father, her gaze meets mine and she raises an eyebrow, playfully gesturing towards my plate. I can't help but chuckle and shake my head, before digging into the tasty tahari her mother has made. The handmade food reminds me of ammi.

Just then, as I sat at the table enjoying my meal, my phone started ringing. I quickly excused myself from the table, making my way out into the garden to take the call in private.

"Thank you, Ali. I owe you one". I said gratefully as I ended the call and made my way back to the dining area.

"We are leaving after you women finish your food", I informed Maria and Maryam as I took my seat back at the table, ready to continue our meal together.

Her father gives me a questioning look as his phone pings with a message. I couldn't help but give him a playful wink, silently urging him to check the notification. I continue my food while humming a random song. Suddenly, her father break the silence by asking.

"So, when is the walima, Danish, my boy?", I can't help but smirk at his question, lifting my head to meet his gaze. With a smile, I suggest, "if you'd like we can do the walima today", jaan looks back and forth between me and her father.

"That would be great", her father said with a smile as he sipped on his glass of water.

Lagta hai Ali ne kamal kardiya, I thought as i blew a kiss and winked at my jaan.

"So shall we leave now? We also have to prepare for the walima", I said, rising from the table. My jaan and Maria also stood up alongside me.

"Ghar par milte hai sasur ji", I said as I walked over to him, giving him a hug and whispering in his ear, "wise choice sasur ji, I'm proud of you". He simply stared back at me with hatred in his eyes.

"Allah hafiz", I bid farewell to her mother as I held jaans and Maria's hands, walking out of the house.

"Maria, can you please retrieve my phone from inside? I seem to have forgotten it", Maryam requested, prompting Maria to nod her head in agreement before heading indoors.

"Never, I repeat never talk to my father in that manner again, yeh sasur ji, sasur ji kya hai, tumhe badon se baat karne ki tameez nahi hai, baba ya uncle bulao",my jaan scolded me, her expression stern. I giggle while nodding my head.

"Hehehehe, Pagal kahi ke", she muttered as she purposely stomped on my foot, and glared at me.

"Aapka hukm sar aankhon par begum, aapke baba, aaj se mere baba", I said, my voice filled with playfulness as I watched her reaction. She twisted her mouth in mock annoyance, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. With flick of her hair, she turned and walked towards the car, the sway of her hips catching my attention. As she reached the car door, she turned back to wink at me, her eyes sparkling with desire. I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement.

"Bhai, chale", Maria asked coming from behind me and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"Haan chalo", I replied as we walked towards the car.

I walked into the car and sat in the passenger seat while Asad started the car, I let out a deep breath and unbuttoned my shirt. The cool night air seeped into the car as slid down the window. The moon was shining bright, casting a soft glow all over the beautiful village we were driving through.