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Chapter Five: A lot of drooling.

As weird as it sounds, me, the person who enjoyed functions the most, was actually looking forward to all of it being over. I was actually having the time of my life with all the functions, but I wanted it all to be over was because I didn't want to see arhaan again.

Looking at his face made me feel something, and this 'something' is a thing I've never experienced before in my whole life. It was a mixture of my mind not being stable and I don't even know how to describe it.

Its shaitaan.

Alright, I actually got that part from a meme. But what can I say! Its true! I shouldn't have even looked at him from the start, because now I'm feeling all sort of animals running insideof me!

Since kayas wedding is segregated, she wanted me and Hana to not wear the hijab, putting on her best puppy dog eyes and after alot of pleading, she ended up being successful.

I must admit, she was really good at getting things her way.

For some reason showing my hair to non mahrams was a huge deal to me. I never showed my hair to non mahrams.

Not trying to boast or anything but I must admit, one thing I loved in my whole body, was my hair. I used to get a tonne of compliments from people when I was younger, before I wore the hijab. Usually kids enjoyed complimets and attention, but even my younger self hated all the attention my hair gained. Once I started wearing the hijab I felt so good.

but that didn't mean I hated the girls who didn't wear the hijab, I equally respected and loved them. I personally thought they should wear it for the sake of Allah and not society and being forced to do so. All desi aunties do anyways is gossip and talk shit, saying what's haram and not.

When I decided to wear the hijab, it was a huge decision on my part. There were chances I could go through bullying, but I took the risk. I'm sure if it wasn't for Faiz or Ayaan, I would have been bullied insanely, but since they were the 'bad boys' of our school and everyone loved them, I made it out alive.

I must say, I went to a weird private school.

All the girls above 18 were wearing sarees, and that included me too! This is my first time wearing a saree and it made me really nervous, and it got me overthinking.

what if the pleats fall off and bring the whole thing down, and that too what if it all happened when i was on stage while getting our pictures taken!!

All the girls including myself left to the salon to get dressed. Hana and myself wore the same saree, all the other girls wore different ones. The stylist draped our sarees in the same way though. The colour of my saree was a light shade of blue with the edges decorated in thick black, and the sleeves of the blouse was netted in black.

There was at least 5 make up artist and stylists, and there were 8 of us wearing sarees, Zahra aapi, Lubna, Shihara, Lana, Aamira and Liyana.

When it was my turn to be dressed she dabbed all sorts of things on my face and eyes, and I was taken aback when I saw the amount instruments they used and I had never seen so much make up in my life!

After half an hour of twisting and turning I was finally dressed. As much as I hated looking at myself in the mirror, I was forced to do so by the stylist.

I looked at myself in the mirror in front of me and I was shook by my appearance.

I never knew I could look so pretty, my huge black eyes stared right back at me filled with kohl and liner with a light shade of black and blue eyeshadow decorating my eyelids.

My lips were colored in fandango pink.

The hair stylist had braided my long hair and decorated it with cute flowers.