The one thing every bollywood freak would want is a sweet romance plot in their own life. The typical, meeting someone at a mutual wedding, and of course...falling in love.
When a simple, jolly and absolutely breathtaking Minahil Sheikh crosses pat...
Hone laga dil bekaraar ve. Rabba mainu ki ho gaya...
Dil jaaniye mai tera hi ho hogayaa...
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I woke up at around 7 pm unlike how I had planned. I guess Aleena's bed was a little too comfortable for me. She was sitting beside me on the bed when I woke up talking to someone on the phone. I silently got up and went to the washroom to freshen up. By the time I came back she was done with the call.
"Who were you talking to? Rahil bhai?" I teased her.
"Nope! The delivery guy. My dress is arriving tomorrow, he was checking the address." she replies.
"Oh, that's nice."
"By the way, we need to start decorating the house."
"Already? We have a lot of time left."
"Nah mama wants the house to look like a shaadi ka ghar. She wants the decor done within a few days."
"Oh no problem, we will start it now."
"Ahh I am so stressed bhai is arriving in an hour, my dress will be here tomorrow, I still haven't booked appointments for all the functions, I need to do a lot of shopping and this decor needs to start. What do I do??!!!" she cried.
"Relaxx jaan we will get it done, let's start with the decor we will start the rest tomorrow." I consoled her.
I quickly dress in a simple light green and white suit.
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(My Outfit)
We started with the preparations, and after about an hour the flowers had been delivered.
"Minahil beta, the flowers are kept downstairs in boxes please get them and start with that bedroom please. I will send someone to help you in a while." Nameera aunty told me.
"Sure aunty I will get them." I replied walking downstairs adjusting my hijab securely on my head.
As I was passing the corridor downstairs my dupatta got stuck somewhere. I turned around, it was stuck in a watch. The man turned around and looked at me and almost immediately his dark brown orbs consumed me, as if I hadn't seen similar eyes before. I quickly came out of my thoughts.
"Excuse me, mera dupatta apki watch mai atak gaya hai." I make myself say. He looks at me blankly for a few seconds.
"Aur mera dil ap par atak gaya hai." he says with his dreamy orbs still staring at me.
His tone was definitely flirtatious. Heat crawled up my cheeks as they turned pink evidently. I swiftly free my dupatta from his watch, he still looks at me unbothered. Then he comes out of his world and says
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay." I manage to say. We stand there staring at each other for a while before he tries to start a conversation.
