FROM BROKEN TO BELOVED:- A Tale Of Arrange Marriage

CHAPTER 9

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Inayat's Pov

I rummaged through my clothes and still I didn't find anything suitable to wear.

Not knowing what to wear, I fell face down on the bed and let my muscles relax from all the exhaustion. I turned on my back and looked at the ceiling, both my hands clasped together lying on my stomach.

The thought of not finding the suitable dress to wear on a date hasn't left my mind.

I got up from the lying position to sit on the bed and remembered the dress I bought on my birthday.

Yes, I can definitely wear that one.

I shifted all the hangers of trousers and skirts to one side to get to the dress section.

I took out the dress and ironed it.

I disposed off the under eye mask that I was wearing and thought of doing a simple light makeup before wearing the dress, as the dress already had a zip.

I moisturized my face and thought of not applying any foundation, and only to go with some concealer under my eyes. Then I applied a light stroke of eyeliner and a layer of masacara. I applied some blush on my cheeks to make it look pink. Then I took out my favourite marroon lipstick and gave a coat to my lips and took a minimal amount of it on my fingers and applied it as eyeshadow. It won't even get any notice untill and unless someone gives a close look to my eyes.

I looked at my face, and I was happy of how my face turned out to be.

Then I got out of the robe and put on the dress. The fabric of my dress was so soft, it glided through my fingers. I zipped up the dress and looked at the mirror. The dress was so beautiful. It was a black off shoulder ankle length bodycon dress with long sleeves. It showed all my curves on the right places. I rubbed my hands on the dress and looked at myself in the mirror. I think I looked pretty with the dress on.

I thought of not doing anything with my hair as they were naturally straight and I didn't wanted to spend doing anything else to them now as he might come at any moment.

I combed my hair and applied the hair serum. I pushed my hair out my face and took a deep and long breath to calm my nerves. Then I applied my favourite Chanel perfume. Shit, I forgot to wear my jewellery.

I wore the double layered gold chain that I had with a pair of chunky twisted gold earrings.

As time went by, my nervousness got the better of me. I chewed on my lips unknowingly. Then I reprimanded myself to not do that.

I didn't get so much ready to just went out on a dinner with smudged lips.

I went to the kitchen and took out a bottle of chilled water and gulped it down.

I sat on the sofa and looked at the table in front, there lying the bouquet of lavender paired up with baby's breath that I brought while coming back from the office. Cold sweat trickled down my backbone at the thought of him not liking the flowers that I bought for him. My right leg started to bounce without me knowing about it.