"I now announce the engagement of my son and to-be-daughter in law, Yumna!" Mr. Chatti said.
I took a deep breath and opened my eyes to see who was my fiancè and when I saw the man standing in front of dressed in suit with a ring on his hand, I was...
"You!" Emily and I both pointed at each other in shock.
We both were confused.
Why was Emily here?
"OMG!" she screamed pointing at me. "So, like . . . It's you!"
"What?!" I was more confused than her.
All the guest turned around and looked at us.
"But how . . ." She said in shock. "I knew my family knew you when you are small and I knew that my stupid brother have a thing for you but I didn't knew he was going to marry you?!"
I was shocked.
Wait, what?!
I had to marry her brother?!
I was so shocked. The shock didn't ended because what I next saw was even a bigger shock.
We heard foot steps from the side. We turned around to see a young man dressed in tuxedo coat and pant.
As the man came closer to us, my eyes wided in shock. It was Omar.
Omar was wearing a red velvet tuxedo and pants. It was professional and I had to say, he looked good in it. The outfit hugged his body, fitting every part and making it look perfect for him.
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It was my first time seeing him wearing a suit. I was shocked and seeing Omar wearing something so different than his usual outfits, it shocked me more.
I couldn't peel my eyes off him. I saw him walking towards Emily. He was holding a scissor.
Emily turned to Omar and pointed at him. "You bloody jerk! You threw your gum at my hair!" She yelled. "It is disgusting!"
Omar stood near her. "Well, I didn't do it by purpose. I was blowing the gum and it fell on you hair," he answered.
"I don't care about your silly excuses!" She yelled, holding her hair ends which had the gum. "How am I suppose to do a hair style now?! I wanted to do a nice hair style today and -"
"Stop whining," he said, flatly as he went near her and held her hair end.
"What the heck are you doing, Omar?!" Emily yelled.
Omar held the scissor near her hair. "Well, since you are whining so much, I will just cut your hair."
"WHAT?!" Emily looked at Omar, horrifying.
Omar didn't say anything as he was going to cut her hair as she tried to pull her hair away.
"Idiot! Let go of my hair!" She yelled. "I am not sacrificing my hair over your sillyness."
Omar didn't let go of her hair. He was going to cut her hair when I saw Mrs. Chatti walked to him and pulled his ear.
"Ouch! Mom!" Omar whinned as Mrs. Chatti didn't let go of his ear.
"Mr. Omar Chatti. Stop your silly act and let go of your sister's hair," Mrs. Chatti said. "Don't make a fool out of yourself in front of your fiancèe."
Omar sighed as he let go of Emily's hair as she sighed. She pulled away from Omar and ran to me.
I was shocked. My body didn't move.
Was this a dream?!
I was getting married to the king of all jerks?!
No, no. This had to be a dream.
Or maybe a nightmare.
It just cannot be true.
I couldn't get married to Omar!
Emily ran to be and stepped behind me. "Omar, you jerk!" She said as she hid behind me.
I turned around to her. "Emily, what's going on?" I asked her.
She looked at me with confusion, but then she shook her head. "I am sorry."
I held her arms. "Emily, this have to be a joke! I mean . . ."
There was no way Omar could be her twin?!
Those two had nothing in same!
Emily was sweet, caring and funny.
Omar was evil, cruel and a jerk.
How could both be twin?!
It didn't made sense!
"Sorry Yumna," she said looking at me. "I should have told you this but Omar is my twin brother and I guess . . . He is your fiance as well."
