Philophobia

EIGHTEEN- PART I

AssalamoAlaikum.

Eid Mubarak to all my Muslim readers.

My all sincere apologies to MuznaHashmani as I just wanted to give you a surprise.

I will tell you all what happened on the day before Eid to me and I am just on the bed rest real soon but let me better shut up.

The Part-II will be out soon, in sha Allah.

Please tell me if you are a silent reader AuroraBorealis9 I know that you are not.

Read and tell me what you think. This early note was supposed for the complete chapter but I could only manage this much.

I desperately wanted to close that sadness sequence and now I am feeling so good! 

Until next time,

Byeeee.

Allah Hafiz.

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"I really did not know that my best friend has a poor sense of dressing." Peeking inside from the glass walls of different outlets Sataish was all frustrated.

"Do not let me remind you your red t-shirt with those weary purple trousers." Alizey pushed her for the third time.

"I loved it but you can find it nowhere in my closet in my home. It is still there in my wardrobe in my paternal house." Arching her eyebrows Sataish's eyes poked at Alizey's nose.

"Oh! Yes, I understand. The plight of my best friend after marrying an oh-so-perfect man."

"Shut up. Stop drooling." She pinched her arm.

"Have you stopped it yet?" Whispering in her ear Alizey asked.

A generous smile spread on her lips. Every inch of hers wanted to shout that she had not.

"Please, Alizey, stop it. He is my husband and a wife holds all the rights to drool over her man." Seeking refuge in a shop she said and her hands disturbed the stilled hangers in the racks.

Alizey smirked at her and rushed to the handbags section.

Sataish saw her going and regretted the decision of bringing her for a very special shopping spree.

"Leave your handbag for some other day, lady. Help me in selection. I cannot think of buying any of these shirts." Exiting the shop Sataish said and pulled her.

"That maroon one was going to be my fifth in this month. Stupid, Sataish. Why you married such a devilishly handsome man when you had no idea what he likes to wear? We are wasting time since last three hours."

"He had married me, fortunately."

"Oh! Yes, he married a girl who was thinking that the only bracelet in her arm was overly embellished on her wedding. Poor man! I told you that it was his first wedding."

"Can you please stop it? You have got no guts as far as male dressing is concerned and you are continuously trying to cover your shortcomings."

"Stop blabbering. Why do not we go for something eastern? I mean Irtiza Bhai was looking like any prince on your nikkah and you were like a deserted princess."

"I was looking gorgeous and I know it." The curtains of her mind cherished and his strong gaze shivered her.

"How do you know? You were looking pathetic." Alizey emphasized on her words and looked into her best friend's eyes that were displaying many distinct emotions, intentionally.