AUTHOR'S NOTE: An early update today cause like Umèma, even I am going to a dawat today lol. Enjoy <3
U M È M A' S P O V
I met everyone at home. Everyone was delighted to meet me.
"Beta, why did you have to get worried about it." Aunt Sarah professed.
"It's not a big deal, Auntie. Seriously." I smiled at her.
"Ohhh, bhabhi, gajar ka halwa. Smells really good." Shehroz affirmed.
My eyes flickered towards Shariq who was sitting opposite to me on the couch. All this while, I could feel his eyes on me penetrating a hole within my soul.
"Auntie when will the guests be arriving?" I inquired.
"In an hour or so beta."
"Oh, that early?"
"Yes, everyone coming is our family member., hence they're familiar with the routes. Nobody new. Insharah was so excited when I told her about you. I am sure she would be the first person to arrive."
That made me relaxed. In the whole family, she is the only girl I was able to be comfortable with. She is a really sweet and kind girl. I love her company.
"You can change in sometime. You already know where Shariq's room is, right?." Aunt mentioned as she walked in to the kitchen.
"Yeah yeah, okay." I smiled at her. I wasn't in my events clothes. I knew I would be early hence I carried my outfit which are to be worn at the event.
In the living room, nobody was present except me and my so-called husband.
"Why were you boring holes into me?" I echoed throwing the tissue box at him, which he swiftly caught in his hands.
He got up to sit beside me. "My wish, who are you to command me?"
"You can do whatever you want, but don't bring me into your matters." We got into a staring competition.
"You got involved into my matter since the day you signed the Nikkah-Nama." He smirked.
(Marriage contract.)
"Kaha se aati hai yeh saari baatein?" I interpreted his train of delusion.
(Where do these thoughts come from in your mind?)
"Wohi se jaha tum rehti ho."
(From the same place where you live.)
"Huh?" My brows got furrowed due to confusion. "Sheikh Avenue, Street 143?"
Shariq seemed to mentally facepalmed himself. I burst out laughing.
"I meant my brain. My mind, Umèma," he disclosed.
"I know- I know, however I had to destroy your cheesy line."
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The evening rolled out. Currently, I was in Shariq's room, getting ready for the dawat. It wasn't anything extravagant just something presentable.
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