Naina (Al-Ameen Family #4)

Trouble

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I was convinced he didn't remember me. And even if he did, he didn't care enough to probe further.

After I was finished with the rangoli, I asked a maid to keep watch while I went and got ready. I grabbed my stuff from Sanam's room and quickly put on my makeup and earrings. Since we were going to be slathering haldi over each other, there really wasn't much of a point getting super dressed up.

I head back downstairs when I was done, and found Sanam taking pictures with my rangoli. I stood towards the back of the chairs with a smile on my face, watching my closest friend glowing like a star.

"So you're from the girl's side I assume?"

I turned my head. Armaan was sitting on the chair next to mine, popping chane in his mouth with a rhythm.

I nod. "You?"

"Boy's side. How long have you known her?" Armaan gestures to Sanam.

"Since we were kids. We grew up together and have always been friends," I told him. "How do you know the groom?"

"My brother-in-law Ayaan and Rizwan are best friends. So I'm tagging along with them," he shrugged. "Would you like to sit?" he offered to the chair I was standing in front of.

I hesitated but then sat down when I noticed that the backyard was filling up with guests. I didn't want to sit in the front row where Sanam's family was and my aisle seat was perfect for when I'd have to go up to Sanam. Might as well claim my seat while I could.

He offered me chane but I shook my head. One of Sanam's uncles asked everyone to start sitting down so we could get started. I watched as one by one her family members came up and applied haldi to her. Sanam's mom motioned for me to come up too.

"Do you mind snapping a picture for me?" I asked Armaan, holding my phone out to him.

"Sure thing," he followed me and stood at the bottom of the stage. I went up to Sanam and knelt down in front of her.

"Acha beta, kahan rager rager kar lagaon? (Okay kiddo, where should I rub this in?)" I teased. She gave me a playful glare and I dipped my fingers into the little bowl of haldi.

I applied some to her cheeks, arms, and feet. Then I turned towards Armaan and the photographer to smile for a picture. Sanam, taking advantage of my guard being down, wrapped her arms around me and rubbed her cheek to mine real good.

I pushed her away quickly, laughing with her. "I always said yellow is your colour Naina darling," Sanam pinched my side as I scrambled off stage, grabbing tissues from the box put at the edge.

"Thanks," I told Armaan, taking my phone from him. I cleaned my face as much as I could while we walked back to our seats.

"Oh Naina, can you hold on to this please, I'll be back in one minute," Sanam's mom pushed a tray of mithai into my hands before I could sit down.

I quickly took hold, stepping to the side so Armaan could sit down in his seat first.

"Oh, you missed a spot," he pointed to somewhere on my face.

I tried wiping my cheek on my already stained shoulder but he shook his head.

"Can I?" he held his hand out towards me.

"Um, sure," I turned towards him in my seat, not meeting his eyes. His finger gently wiped off what was left on the side of my cheek and I muttered a thanks, quickly getting up to find Sanam's mom.