Aşkım-Jannat Kay Pattay FanFiction

8. Wedding bells

Haya Suleman stood in front of her room's mirror (at Suleman's house) dressed in a gorgeous golden sarree.

Her long hair were perfectly dressed half on her right shoulder and rest were splayed on her back. They reached her lower waist. Her eyebrows which she had stopped plucking had soft baby hair at their ends which only added more to the innocence of her face, they naturally looked sharpened. A delicate necklace adorned her swan-like neck. She wore matching earings. Her tall figure looked taller with embelished golden heels and on top of that she wore a red lipstick on her pulpy lips.
She looked dazzling.

Since, this wedding was truly segregated, Haya Suleman looked as ravishing as she was.

Jihan Sikandar stood next to her, dressed in a navy blue dinner suit tying the knot of his tie. He had his brown hair perfectly gelled back. Since Haya told him (threatened him- remains silent) to keep a clean shaved look so, he did as she said after a good argument. His sideburns were perfectly shaped which made him look more attractive.
Exquisite as he was.

His honey brown eyes met her onyx-mughal ones through the mirror and their hearts stopped momentarily.

Giving into his habit, he ran his long thin fingers through her hair slowly. So silky.
His heart exclaimed.

He nodded his head in understanding still holding a fistful of her hair, caressing them,
" Now I got to know why our shampoo ends earlier than expected. Mujh ghareeb pe thoda rehem karo yaar" he said out of his wits and earned a smack on his shoulder from Haya.

(Decode- I love your hair Haya but I won't say it straight)
Haya decoded his words but she was forced by her habits to smack his shoulder.

" You should do that too, it might help you with your hair, Sir! " she gave it back to him.

" What happened to my hair? They are as good as they look. " Jihan looked at his hair through the mirror still standing behind her with his one hand tucked in his pocket.

" Rough. You call that rough " Haya replied slipping a ring down her finger.

Jihan rolled his tongue in his mouth. His eyes were fixed on her beauteous face while Haya was busy with her jewelry.

He picked up his phone from the dressing table and angled it such that Haya does not notice, corrected his own posture and clicked a mirror selfie. He gave it a look.
'We look good together' he commented internally and tucked his mobile into his pant's pocket.

"When are you planning to reach there? After the function ends?" he said narrowing his eyes while wearing his wrist watch.

"I didn't want to steal the chance of clicking our pictures from my husband, that's why. Otherwise, see I am ready and I look stunning"

" Should I tell you the truth? " he said gazing in her eyes through the mirror.

She crossed her arms on her front and turned to him, " Say it "

" Sana her baktığımda sana aşık oluyorum, Haya!" he leaned in and whispered in her ear.
(I fall in love with you everytime I look at you, Haya!)

He moved back and stood straight. He was expecting her to be angry like she always gets when he says something in Turkish but contrary to that, she had her gaze lowered and tucked her hair strands behind her ear.

Jihan thought to himself, ' Did she get it? ' but he instantly realized, her reaction was because of his whisper. He smirked.

" Translate? " She said turning her back to him to hide her red cheeks. She avoided meeting his gaze and gave herself a final look.