Assalamalaikum
My OrangutanS.
A/N at the end.
Hope I don't get hit by a truck which will be driven by readers.
You can burst out at me
At the end.
*sigh*
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"You gotta be kidding me?"
I said in disbelief when Alex came out of the trial room.
"C'mon Amna just take a look"
She twirled a bit posing..
I didn't even look up at her but I can say her actions coz whole time, I was burning holes on her legs.. below the knees btw...
"Astagfirullalh..
"Astagfirullalh..
"Astagfirullalh.."
I started muttering when I stole a lone, one second glance, face palming. 🙈
"Amnaaaa" she threatened. I could hear her click-clock heels coming my way.
"Please change" I shook my head under my palms still not looking up.
"Fine" I knew she rolled her saucer eyes whilst threw her hands in frustration.
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You'll must be scrolling down quickly to understand what's happening.. right?
Then lemme tell you..
This girl dragged me to Victoria secrets...
Like really...
This is the last place on earth I'd wish to visit.
All the way in, I lowered my head not even once mustering the courage to glance at my surrounding.
According to Alex, I need some of Victoria for my wardrobe bcoz Arzoo Di have dumped all my night dresses in dustbin... and when did that happen?
While I was here!
Currently I'm outside a trial room with at least 30 undergarments, 20 night gowns, 15 silk pj's.. btw who wear silk pj's?
She is modelling for me...
"C'mon Amna at least take a look, for heavens sake I look smoking hot"
"I want my eyes to be virgin.. No porn stuff please"
"If you don't look up I'm not attending you so-called-wedding"
Talk about peer pressure!
I swiftly travelled my gaze up from her long legs to her hips, then towards her chest, finally resting my eyes on her face.
She was wearing a black nightie with strings on her shoulder which ended just below her arse and a large display of her cleavage.
"Astagfirullalh"
Here I didn't really want professor Snape to wack my head to lower my gaze.
I did so much protesting that suddenly I felt like Nelson Mandela fighting for South Africa.. well the situation is different but still.. you know..
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