Zaisha's POV:
Soon, the makeup artists arrived and started working on me. Every five minutes, my mother-in-law came and checked on me, asking if I needed anything. I was overwhelmed by her actions. My mother never came to me when I was getting ready and didn't bother to check on me, whereas, Armaan's mother has accepted me as her daughter. This brought tears to my eyes. The makeup artist asked: "Ma'am are you alright? You're tearing up". I cleared my throat and replied: "Yeah, I'm fine. It must be some dust. Not to worry". The makeup artist nodded and resumed.Mama entered the room and asked: "Beta, have something to eat. You haven't had lunch too". I replied: "I'm not hungry". The makeup artist stepped aside because she had finished applying makeup on me. Mama saw me and smiled brightly: "MASHALLAH! My daughter looks gorgeous".
I smiled. Mama came towards me recited some verses of the Quran, blew on me, and applied kala tika behind my ear. Mama spoke: "Ok, at least have some fruits. I will call Nazma". I was about to deny but she didn't listen to me and called Nazma Baji. Nazma Baji entered the room and said: "MASHALLAH! Zaisha Bibi, you look beautiful". I smiled. Mama said: "Nazma, bing fruits for Zaisha". Nazma Baji left and brought fruits for me and the makeup artists left too as they had finished their work.
I was about to take a bite of the fruit, and the door opened, revealing Armaan. I saw Armaan was glued to his place after seeing me. He is making my heart race at an incredible speed. When I looked into his eyes through the mirror, all I saw was love and admiration. Armaan kept his hand on his chest above his heart: "Jaan leny ka irada hai?"
(Are you trying to kill me?)
My cheeks turned red at his compliment. Armaan spoke again: "Koi itna khoobsurat kaisy lg sakta hai?"
(How can someone look this beautiful?)
I was a blushing mess now and I couldn't meet his eyes. A knock was heard on the door. Armaan opened the door and I heard Mama's voice.
Author's POV:
Zeenat spoke: "Beta, we are getting late. Hurry up!" Armaan nodded. Armaan and Zaisha went down to the car. Armaan helped Zaisha to sit in the car. Armaan said: "Rehman Chacha, I will drive the car". Rehman nodded and left. Soon they left. Armaan was driving. Armaan spoke: "Zaisha?" Zaisha: "Gee?"
Armaan: "If you face any problem in the house, do tell me. Or if you want to share anything with me, I'm all yours to listen. Remember, I promise I will never judge you". Zaisha nodded. Armaan was still driving. Zaisha called him out: "Armaan?" Armaan smiled: "Gee, Armaan ki jaan?" Zaisha's cheeks turned scarlet red indicating she was blushing. Armaan was smiling to his fullest as he loved the effect he had on her.
Armaan spoke: "Are you going to just blush or say something?" Zaisha got embarrassed. Zaisha asked: "I want to ask something". Armaan: "Go ahead?" Zaisha: "Can I study further after my Bachelor's?" Armaan replied: "Of course but why did you ask?" Zaisha replied: "Just like that". Armaan spoke: "Do you have future plans?" Zaisha had a shine in her eyes as someone is considering what she wants to do.
Zaisha replied: "I want to do a Master's in International Business Management". Armaan smiled: "That's awesome. Should we do it together?" At this Zaisha had a different shine in her eyes and face. Zaisha asked: "What about your plans?" Armaan teased: "To make my wife happy". Zaisha blushed again but she didn't hide this time.
Zaisha said: "Please tell me". Armaan replied: "I had plans for a master's but I haven't chosen the specialization yet. However, now I have the specialization which is International Business Management because I will be there where Armaan ki Jaan is". Zaisha nodded. Armaan added: "And I have to do a masters because it will benefit Baba's company a lot. By the way, where do you want to do your masters? Do you have any place in mind?" Zaisha replied: "Jahan sy ap kary gy". Armaan's ears turned red after Zaisha's reply.
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