I was at a wedding wearing a black dress, had loose curls, pink lipgloss held a purse and held a glass of mango in the other hand. I looked at the paintings, then a boy who looked about 5'11 rushed to the couch and I turned around noticing he sat down.
He was looking at me in awe and I smiled lightly, quickly looking back at the paintings. I turned around slightly and he was still staring at me. Did I look horrific? He suddenly approached me and asked what I was doing on my own. I replied, explaining that I loved to be alone and see the paintings of the magnificent building.
He had dark brown hair, really light brown eyes, pink plump lips and he wore a white shalwar. He looked so damn handsome and tall. "I'm Waheed, and you?" He asked as he kissed my hand (I put the drink down before). I blushed and replied "I'm Sana." He told me my name was beautiful and he even said "you're so beautiful, no nazr intended," how he liked my dress and how my simplicity made me look even more beautiful than everyone around. He told me how I caught his eyes before in the main hall and he noticed me walking to this part, so he waited and then wanted to approach me.
We sat down and talked about what our dream careers were and more. He wanted to either study politics or medicine, just like me. "Whose hand is bigger?" I asked him as joke and then he put our hands together; his hand felt like feathers touching me and I shivered. "Mine." He was right because they were big and veiny against my small and soft hand.
He looked into my eyes for a few seconds and I looked away, blushing. I started to tease him by taking off my heels and rushing up the red stairs and saying "you can't catch me" like a child. He laughed and caught up to me, as he slowly pushed me against the black silky walls, I looked so tiny this time compared to him as my heels, along with my purse, was on the rugged carpet, and I reached approximately his heart. I looked up at him nervously and he looked down at me, "you thought you could escape me, princess of the night?" I laughed slowly and annoyingly like those girls who try to be cute. "Oh but I almost did." He slowly and gently leaned his face into mine and hesitated to kiss me. I felt his plump lips crash into mine and he slowly kissed my lips with his, savouring the taste of my mouth. He stopped and I smiled, still holding my waist. I felt so warm in his presence and safe. I wanted to stay there for hours. We sat down on the floor and he made me laugh for about 20 minutes; I had not laughed like that in a long time. He asked if he could be my "Aladdin" and as a joke I replied, laughing with "nah-uh" as an answer, saying I already had my prince. He was surprised, and I told him my prince was my bed and food. He laughed and did not take no for an answer. I already lost my shyness and become my crazy self at that moment. His constant compliments made me smile and laugh, that I smacked his chest and told him to stop making me blush. He said he could not help it. I told him I was thirsty so he went downstairs and got me a drink. While he went, I hid somewhere and when I heard his footsteps coming up, I could not help but giggle. "Where's the beautiful lady gone? I wonder.." I knew what he was trying to do and I could not help but surprise him, trying to scare him. He pretended to act scared, which made me laugh. "Trying to escape from you is fun." He pretended to be sad, pouting his lips. Meanwhile, in my head I thought he was the cutest thing ever while he was "sad."
"Is it because you don't like me?" He was so damn adorable and I said "aaawwwh you're so cute," and he acted like a baby. "You're cuter than me because I'm manly, you're tiny Sana." I disagreed and he lifted me up in the air, proving me wrong.
He kissed my hand as went sat in silence, and I got out my lipgloss, the only makeup I was wearing (okay, I also wore a bit of mascara) and put it on my lips; he watched me do it and said my lips were as red as roses and how he wanted to kiss me again, I ignored him and continued doing it, laughing a bit. He asked for my phone number just in case one of us had to leave before the other and I told him no, he got "fake" sad and I took his iPhone 6 from his hand and wrote my number, and saved it with my name, but he changed it to "angel" with a heart and I cringed and laughed at his bad, but adorable romance. We both did not really like going on our phones when with others, and I told him I adored chivalry and wished it still existed. He kept that in his mind. "Do you want to come with me tonight?" I questioned him, "what will your mother say?" He told me his mother would love to have me over and I thought for a moment. He tried convincing; playing PlayStation, shout out the window, play games and he will buy me food. I was definitely persuaded, especially with the last part. I got my phone out and noticed 5 missed calls!!! I was so dead. I texted my mother to tell her I was staying over at my friends, and she allowed me after some deep questioning. She was in the main hall herself! He was excited when I told him my mother allowed me and so was I. "Can I..kiss you when we get home?" He got red. After I was pretending to think about it, I nodded. The wedding was over and when we walked outside, where he lead me to his dad's car, which his mother was driving today. It was a black Mercedes and we waited for his mother. I shivered at how cold it was and he noticed. "Are you cold?" I nodded and shivered, so he gave me his jacket which smelt like an amazing manly cologne; I rolled my eyes at its goodness (LMAO). I thanked him as he pulled me into a tight hug, with my head on his chest, feeling so damn safe and warm, even more than before when he kissed me. He was like my Pashtun prince that I never had. His mother came and he quickly broke the hug, introduced me as his new friend and his mother hugged me. She was so kind and beautiful, after all, I could tell she was going to be a good heart from the way she raised her amazing son. He told me to sit in the front with my mother, so I could get to know her. His mother and I talked a lot and she was happy for me to stay. Ever so often, I looked him in the rear view mirror and we laughed quietly. It reached 23:36 by the time we got home. He showed me a tour of his old - fashioned house which was amazingly beautiful. "My house is your type of house." He stated proudly after he learned I loved the old days. His mother told us she she was going to bed. So we had the whole night to ourselves. "Wait, what am I going to wear to bed?!" I was concerned. "My mother will put pajamas on the bed for you, don't worry princess." He made everything so peaceful and good again. So we went to his room and he went to change in the bathroom while I waited; I looked at his vintage room and saw a baby picture of him on his shelf. I picked it up and smiled at its cuteness. He returned and expected me to be dressed, but I got so caught up on the adorable image. "I'll change now, leave for me a moment yo." I said hysterically. "Nah, I'd rather watch you change." He smirked and my knees grew weak. If I was not sitting on the bed, I would have fainted. He joked and left. I changed quickly and I told him he could come back in.
