❝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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Unlike the hurry-burry shaadi, this time the Usmani's had time to decorate their daughter's room. Fresh rose petals and lavender incense filled the ambiance. The fragrance was overpowering. A net velvet bedsheet covered the queen-sized bed with matching pillows and cushions. Aromatic candles illuminated the room.
Fareeha felt embarrassed realizing what her parents had in mind. It happens to everyone. Do they feel shy as well? Her parents, yaar. Her ears turned red, and she avoided looking at them, as she and Sarfaraz were shoved into the room.
Sarfaraz sighed, stretching his arms. She glanced at him, wondering if he felt the same level of embarrassment or not. Then, her heart skipped a beat, realizing that this wasn't the worst part. The worst level of embarrassment was the morning after. Fareeha gulped. Her apartment wasn't huge enough. The voices echoed and—
Chi, why am I thinking all this—yuck, yuck, yuck—
But what if you change the first letter?
Chi!
Fareeha hated her mind at times. She took a deep breath and turned, noticing Sarfaraz had gotten rid of his sherwani, but kept the simple white Kurtha pajama. Lounging on the bed, he scrolled through social media. These people were super-fast. Fareeha wasn't only a good manager but excellent PR for him too.
Fareeha walked to the dressing table, ignoring her heart beating faster with the presence of a man in a closed room with her on her bed.
She removed her diamond necklace, preceding to remove the bangles, hairband, and rings, except the yellow sapphire one. When she moved her hand up to her shoulder for the pallu, she eyed Sarfaraz. He was still busy.
In urgency, Fareeha unpinned and mistakenly dropped it.
"Damn!"
Sarfaraz looked up. Just when her pallu slipped off her plunging neckline blouse. Fareeha looked down, tugging her hair behind her ears, and searched for the pin. Sarfaraz gulped, staring at her.
"Why do they make them so—invisible?" She hissed and was about to kneel when Sarfaraz leaped from the bed.
"Wait, I will help."
Fareeha straightened, hastily covering herself with the silky pallu. He stifled his grin and got down. Within minutes, he found it and rose.
"Got it. Here." He placed it on the table. She glared at him. He smiled instead.
"You look gorgeous tonight."
Fareeha's cheeks flushed, and she hugged her pallu tighter, - "Whatever, ass, you aren't getting laid, anyway."
He leaned, and she moved back.
"I don't want to—until you give the green signal." He tapped her nose. Fareeha kept frowning. Sarfaraz sighed, moving back.
