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The entire house was decorated beautifully and everyone was ready too. For now, everyone in the house was busy with some last-minute preparations.
When everyone was busy with their work, Azlan's eyes were only searching for Amna in the entire hall. Rayan said, ''Can't you see, brother? My sister-in-law is right there.'' 'Yes, azlan dude , look, there she is.'' Azlan saw Amna, who was wearing a beautiful yellow dress for the Mehndi function.
Azlan's eyes widened as he caught sight of Amna, his gaze transfixed on her radiant beauty. She looked stunning in the yellow dress, her elegance and charm captivating him completely. He felt his heart skip a beat as he took in the sight of her, his mind racing with thoughts of how breathtakingly beautiful she looked. For a moment, he forgot about everything else, his entire focus on Amna, his heart filled with admiration and adoration. He couldn't help but feel drawn to her, his feelings for her resurfacing with renewed intensity."
"Look, she's still gazing at me, it seems like she'll only leave after applying Mehndi to me today. She is very naughty " azlan said while smiling looking at Amna from far .
" Yes, she's still looking, but who knows, maybe instead of Mehndi, she'll slap you?" Rayan said, "Well, even if it's a slap, it's fine. At least she'll touch me then." Azlan said romantically and of course Rayan didn't like this .
" Bahi please yeh sarak chaap line mat bola kro yahi sab bolte ho nah app asma ko isliye Etna dur dur bhagti hai voh appse"
("Please, brother, don't say such cheesy lines. These are the lines that you stick to asma, that's why Asma runs away from you.")
"Let's see how far she runs now." Azlan said "Brother, Asma is coming this way, if she slaps you, that's fine, but I don't want to get slapped, so I'm leaving." Rayan leaves from there, and Amna is walking beside Azlan, when Azlan suddenly holds her hand and stops her, and says:
"Asma, I know you don't want it, but I am very stubborn about this. I will put Mehndi on your hand no matter what. This Mehndi will show how strong my feelings are. Even if you resist, I will do it because I am very determined. Let this Mehndi be a sign of my strong emotions for you, which won't change. I will go ahead with this, showing my strong will. Even if you say no, my love for you will shine through this act." Azlan said this all in one go but still Amna understand what is he trying to say.
" Leave me, i will never apply Mendhi from you" Amna shouted at him.
"Really, then accept my challenge. If I apply Mehndi to you, I win, and if I can't, you win, okay?" "Shut up, I don't have time for this nonsense challenge. This isn't a joke for me." Azlan then let go of Amna's hand and showed her his own hand, which had Mehndi on it. Amna was surprised to see this and looked at her own hands, and saw that they too had Mehndi on them, just like Azlan's.
" You lose babygirl" azlan whispered in Amna ears.
"Hadd hoti hai badtameezi ki azlan "
("This is called misbehavior!")
Amna said, heading towards the washroom to remove the Mehndi. "Why isn't this Mehndi coming off? The color just applied," she said to herself while rubbing her hands.
"should have waited a bit. Love's color won't go away so easily, it's not Mehndi's color, it's my love."
As Amna turned back, her eyes met Azlan's charming smile, and her gaze fell upon his attire - a vibrant green kurta paired with a bright yellow shawl. She couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest. Azlan looked incredibly handsome, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and his hair perfectly messy. The green kurta accentuated his bright eyes, making them shine like emeralds. The yellow shawl added a pop of color, complementing his olive skin tone. Amna felt her heart skip a beat as she took in the sight of him. She couldn't deny the butterflies in her stomach, and her mind went blank for a moment. Azlan's handsomeness had left her speechless.
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Fanfiction" Amna you can't marry that asshole ,I won't let you marry him, you're mine alone. You can't marry that worthless man" "Why can't i marry him azlan? you are the one who arranged my engagement to him, what happened to you now?". ...
