Na usko pata, na uski khata
Main us pe mar gyi, zara usko bata
Noor was putting the final touches on me, her hands deftly adjusting every detail. Once she finished, I stepped back and caught my reflection in the mirror.
The navy blue dress hugged my figure perfectly, while a delicate necklace lay gracefully against my collarbone.
A bracelet sparkled on my wrist, and my makeup was flawless, reminiscent of a pink princess. My hair was neatly styled in a bun, adorned with pearls that shimmered softly.
Overall, I looked perfect.
Noor chuckled, a playful glint in her eyes. "Kyun, chaunk gyi?
("Surprised?")
As I gazed into the mirror, I turned slightly toward her, a hint of a smile on my lips. "Why would I be surprised? I expected nothing less from you," I said, my voice light with gratitude.
I pivoted fully to face her. "You are amazing, Noor. Thank you so much."
She reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, her touch gentle. "You're beautiful. I've just enhanced what was already there."
I smiled back at her, feeling a warmth in my heart.
"Murad's going to be mesmerized as soon as he sees you," Noor said with a playful wink.
I laughed, feeling a flutter of excitement. "I should call him and let him know I'll pick him up from home."
"Yeah, sure."
I dialed Murad's number while Noor started packing away her makeup. The phone rang as I stepped out onto the balcony. A gentle breeze brushed against me, bringing a sense of calm that felt refreshing.
When he answered, his voice was cheerful. "Hello!"
"Mr. Murad, are you ready?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light.
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