𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒✨

Chapter : 31🥀| love is in the air?

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❝We loved with a love that was more than love❞
-Edgar Allan poe

Mehrish Hossain:

I went to the closet and chose a pastel pink shalwar kameez, elegant, delicate, and just bold enough to match my mood. After changing and freshening up, I settled in front of the dressing table. A light sweep of blush, a hint of lip gloss, and my favorite kajal later, I looked at my reflection. My lips curved into a small, mischievous smile.

You’re gone today, Iqra.

Just as I was adjusting my earrings, the door opened. He walked in, eyes glued to his phone, thumbs moving as the world depended on it.

Of course.

That damn phone.

My smile vanished. I straightened my posture, letting my expression turn cold. Turning away, I reached for my dupatta on the bed. Lost in my thoughts, I took a step back at the same time he moved forward.

I collided with him suddenly.

My shoulder hit his chest, and the soft thud jolted me back to reality. His phone slipped slightly in his hand as he froze. For a split second, neither of us moved.

He looked down at me, brows furrowing in annoyance before a gentler flicker crossed his face, vanishing instantly. His grip tightened on the phone, but he didn’t step away.

“Watch it,” he muttered, though his tone lacked any real sharpness.

“I could say the same,” I replied, lifting my chin even as my heart raced.

Uff, what is happening today?

He didn’t bother to reply and went to the washroom.

I waited for him until he came out of the washroom, looking fresh in his black T-shirt and pants. We left the room together in silence, neither of us saying a word.

As we went downstairs, we saw that the unwanted guest had arrived. With great effort, I forced a smile onto my face. Then I did something neither of us was prepared for. I quietly but firmly took hold of his right hand. He stopped and looked at me, but I avoided his gaze because Iqra was watching us.

“Wha—” he began to say, but before he could finish, I pulled him along.
We walked up to them, my hand still clasped in his. Everyone turned to look at us.

Mom, Dad, Selina Aunty, Iqra, and a man who was most likely her father.

“Assalamualaikum,” we greeted them together, in unison.

Iqra stepped forward, a practiced smile on her face. She moved straight toward him.

“Assalamualaikum, Aarish," she said sweetly, extending her hand toward him for a handshake.

Before he could react, I stepped in smoothly, placing my hand into hers instead. I clasped it a little tighter than courtesy required, firm enough for her to feel it, gentle enough to appear polite to everyone else.

“Waalaikumsalam,” I replied calmly, holding her gaze.

For a brief moment, something flickered in her eyes; surprise, perhaps understanding. I released her hand slowly, my fingers loosening with deliberate control.

The message was clear.

He was mine, and some lines were not meant to be crossed.

I can feel Mr.Khan’s gaze on me, which is making me nervous.