Ishq-e-Nazar

CH13

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HER POV

As the cups dried, I eagerly led him to the next station to make bracelets. The colorful beads and strings were laid out invitingly, and I couldn't wait to dive in.

"Let's make matching ones!" I suggested, picking up a handful of vibrant beads.

He raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin on his face. "Matching, huh? Are you trying to make a statement?"

"Of course! We can be the stylish duo," I replied, rolling my eyes playfully.

I began stringing the beads together, carefully selecting colors that complemented each other. Irfaz watched me for a moment before joining in, his fingers deftly picking up beads.

"Just don't blame me if mine ends up looking better," he said, glancing at my work with mock seriousness.

I laughed, the sound light and carefree. "As if! I'll make sure mine outshines from yours."

We worked side by side, the playful banter flowing effortlessly between us. Every now and then, I would steal glances at him, enjoying the way his focus turned into a gentle smile when he looked at the beads.

"I think we should add a charm," I said, spotting a small heart charm nearby. "What do you think?"

he replied, nodding. "A little love for our friendship."

I felt a flutter at his words, warmth spreading in my chest.

"Perfect! Just don't mess it up," I teased.

He smirked, the mischief returning to his eyes. "I'll do my best, but remember, if it turns out bad, I'm blaming you."

"Deal!" I shot back, my laughter mingling with his as we continued crafting our bracelets, creating memories one bead at a time.

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As I carefully strung the final beads into place, a surge of satisfaction washed over me. Once I finished, I held it up for him to see.

"What do you think?" I asked, excitement bubbling in my voice.

"That's clever, Biwi! You made a brooch pin!" he exclaimed, a proud grin spreading across his face.

"Yeah, and I think you can wear the brooch pin, but not the bracelet," I teased, winking at him.

"Shukriya, Begum," he replied, and my stomach flipped at the endearing title.

He crouched down in front of me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. 

"Pin it up," he asked, his tone playful.

I laughed, carefully securing the brooch to his shirt. The moment felt intimate, and I could hardly believe how comfortable I was with him. As I stepped back, he held out the bracelet he made for me. 

"Now it's your turn," he said, and I couldn't help but smile as I slid it onto my wrist.

"There! Perfect fit," he said, admiring my bracelet with a satisfied nod.

"Thanks for this," I replied, feeling a warmth spread through me. "It really means a lot."

"Anything for you, Jaan," he said softly, and I felt my heart skip a beat.