Minha's Shahmeer

CHAPTER 43

Minha Ali
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Shahmeer and I stepped out of the room, the sound of my heels clicking on the floor echoing around us. I held onto his hand because I wasn't feeling quite steady in the heels I was wearing. I wanted to be closer to his height since he is 6'2 and I'm 5'6.

"You shouldn't have worn them if you felt uncomfortable, sweetheart", he whispered, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek as we walked into the living room.

"I wanted to match your height", I said softly, making him laugh as he tucked my hair behind my ear, which was falling over my face.

"But I love that you have to raise your head up to meet my eyes", he replied, his hands resting on my waist, sending shivers through me. I nudged him in the stomach lightly since Mannat was watching us, adjusting her glasses.

"Mashallah, you look pretty", she said with a warm smile.

"Not only pretty, but she's also making my heart race just by walking in this saree", Shahmeer remarked, causing my cheeks to flush like a bright apple.

"Wow, bhai, you're making me recall all the wattpad stories I've read", Mannat giggled, her smile never wavering as she sauntered into the living room.

I looked up to shahmeer, confused, and he shook his head muttering, "this girl and her obsession with reading apps".

"Assalamualaikum", Shahmeer and I greeted as we entered the living room. The elders were engaged in deep conversation, while the youngsters were absorbed in their mobiles.

"Walaikumassalam, aao Minha mere pass baito", Ammi called, patting the spot next to her.

I slipped my hand free from Shahmeer's grip and settled beside her.

"Mashallah, meri beti bohot pyaari lag rahi hai", Ammi said affectionately kissing my head, and chachi nodded in agreement.

I sat there fiddling with my fingers while everyone's eyes were on me in the room, making me feel quite shy and uneasy. I wet my lips and forced a nervous smile on my face. The attention was overwhelming, and I couldn't help but feel self-conscious. It was a moment of discomfort that I wished would pass quickly.

"Minha", ammi called my name, making me stop fiddling with fingers and look at her.

"Ji", I replied, my voice hoarse.

"Shahmeer ne kuch kiya toh nahi hai kal raat gusse mein?", Ammi asked, her voice filled with concern.

Ab inhe kya bataun kya kiya hai inke beta ne.

"Ji nahi"

"Main maafi mangati hun uske hawale se; pata nahi kal raat use kya hogaya tha, usne pehle kabhi aise nahi kiya", Ammi said, her eyes narrowed at Shahmeer, who had just blown her a flying kiss in return.

"Aap mujhe sharminda kar rahi hain, please", I muttered, my face betraying a nervous smile.

I glanced at him and noticed he was already staring back, eyebrow raised in question about our conversation. I quickly shook my head and turned my gaze away from him to the others.

Ibrahim was watching me, unblinking, looking cute with his cheeks stuffed with food as he was eating bhindi roti.

He brought his fingers to his heart, formed them into a heart shape, and blew It towards me, which made me giggle at his adorable gesture. Meanwhile, Shahmeer smacked him on the head.

"Pata nahi tumhari ammi kya soch rahi hongi", Ammi muttered, her voice heavy with disappointment.

"Kuch nahi, Ammi. Aap pareshan mat ho", I replied, trying to reassure her that it wasn't a big deal. It had happened because he was angry, and I trusted him not to repeat it.