❝When love is at its best,
One loves so much that
He cannot forget.❞
The years he spent loving her from afar. She was out of his league, also for her, he was non-existent.
Now, when he is a successful Movie star, will his first love find a happy en...
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Hadiya and Haya excitedly welcomed Fareeha.
"My manifestation is finally accepted." Hadiya admired her beautiful bahu. Fareeha carefully walked with the two ladies. At the stairs, Adil greeted her cheerfully. But she doesn't entertain him. At this point, she was fed up with the brothers. Hadiya and Haya held her arms, and she lifted her heavy lehenga a little. Before stepping on the stairs, Fareeha looked around.
The ladies grinned at each other.
"Bhaiya is coming. Don't worry, a little stuck with his friends." Haya winked. Fareeha blinked away. Her cheeks turned pinkish.
They walked her into the large luxurious bedroom. She had been casually marching into this room but never thought of cozying up here to live forever. The room wasn't decorated as a newlywed's room, but it smelt of lavender and rose, the bed neatly done.
Two butlers came with the luggage.
Hadiya placed her hand on Fareeha's shoulder, - "Beta."
She blinked back her tears and smiled hesitantly.
"For now, in a hurry, I couldn't shop clothes for you. But tomorrow, I and Haya will go to your favorite designers and get you the best outfits." She said kindly.
"Arey, Aunty, it is okay—"
"No, it is not." She held her hands tightly, and smiled, - "You are my bahu now. My favorite."
Haya hurried to them and reminded them that everyone was tired. Hadiya nodded.
"Besides, these two monkeys need some uninterrupted quality time." The young girl teased. Hadiya giggled, blushing. Fareeha wished she had a magic carpet to be whisked away from here.
Then the ladies guided her to the bed and helped her sit on it. Hadiya covered her face with the veil of the lighter-shaded Dupatta. Haya pulled down the white net curtains of the canopy poster bed. Fareeha watched it fall over the bed and then lowered her head. Her heart picked up pace as soon as she was left alone in the room.
She looked around for a bottle of water and was about to get up when the doorknob clicked and she stilled. The door opened, and she settled back. Sarfaraz looked up and found her sitting awkwardly. Closing the door, he turned and chuckled. Fareeha frowned.
He walked towards her, laughing, while she glared at him. Moving the curtain aside, he got in. Grinning ear to ear, slowly, Sarfaraz lifted her veil. The moment her face was revealed, she snapped at him, - "Why are you laughing, ass?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Sarfaraz clicked his tongue, falling on the bed and resting his weight on his elbow.
"Didn't your mom teach you how you should speak to your husband?"
Fareeha stuck on her tongue and twisted to the side.
Sarfaraz raised his collar, - "I am your Shohar now, so, respect me."
