AAJ SE TERI (adiza)

(1) Things I hate about you

Hey you guys! First of all I wanted to sincerely apologise for the delay, and that this is not an update for the stories you guys are so lovingly waiting for. I seriously promise that they are being drafted right this second and I'll try and post them as soon as possible, and I wanted to thank you guys for loving my stories and supporting me so much <3

Now about this story, so many people have been requesting me to write a story on an arranged marriage between Adiza, and I just loved the idea so much that I had to write it! I hope you guys love it as much as I do and it reached all your expectations!

Please, Please, Please comment and let me know what you think, I would really appreciate it xxxxx
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"You?!" Aditi gasped in shock, covering her parted lips with her mouth. She had paused mid walk toward the table, almost unable to comprehend the reality of the situation. When her parents had very forcefully, finally made her agree to meet the son of one of their very close friends in the prospect of marriage.

This was the very last thing she had imagined.

"You?" He drew a sharp breath, completely dumbfounded. After almost a year, there she was infront of him.

The co-actress that he had worked with for the shortest time, yet somehow, had been unforgettable. He couldn't shake her out of his head, a constant nagging thought in the back of his mind. Frustrating him to no end.

She was clad in a plain black saree, something she would never even think of wearing offscreen a year ago.

It was his favourite colour. Or at least it was his favourite colour now.

She looked unbelievable.

He could help but let his eyes linger too long, her magnetic eyes just drew him in, and the mole enticed him to admire those plump pink lips of hers. He couldn't stop his eyes from scanning her up and down, the saree enhancing those curves of hers, that tortured him.

He suddenly felt the wetness on his bottom lip. Had he been licking his lips looking at her!? 'Oh bloody hell,' he thought, cursing himself with numerous expletives, Wondering how this annoying girl always managed to make him go mad.

Obviously he was a very very decent boy. He can't have been checking her out so shamelessly.

"Zain Imam." She seethed, narrowing those sharp eyes at him as she stormed towards the table.

"Miss Aditi Rathore." He shot back, his glare challenged her to fight back. They didn't know why they always clashed, back then, even now. Their fighting grew so bad that their show fell apart.

They had met on the sets of Naamkarann and immediately, never a day of shooting could occur in peace. They were complete opposites, Zain was loud and playful, and couldn't stand the silent shy nature of Aditi who was sensitive to jokes and pranks. But even more he hated the way she made him feel when she did smile, that fuzzy feeling in his chest. He was scared of her irresistible laughter, that made him weak. All those painful things he had vowed to never feel again.

Especially for a girl with a boyfriend. Oh dear lord that boyfriend, Zain used to seethe with fury every time he laid his eyes on that idiot. He used to insist to come on to sets every day, and watch every scene she shot vigilantly. Follow her around like a stalker, and sat with her in her vanity whenever she didn't have to shoot as if closing her off from everybody but him. Don't even get started on the number of times he and Zain had fought, over Zain touching aditi 'inappropriately' during a scene or 'eyeing' 'his' girl. Zain wondered why the hell this stupid girl bothered to deal with him.

And she hated Zain, because somehow he recklessly tumbled in to her life with all his charm and those gorgeous golden brown eyes, and made her question all she has ever known for 9 years. They couldn't stand each other.