Furore

13| Bring It On.

13| Bring It On.

It was not what I had thought it would be like. It wasn't what I expected because it was less chaotic, almost acceptable.

I assumed attending Daniya's wedding would be nothing less than being all awkward. I thought I would only want to run away and get back to my haven but it wasn't anything close to that bad.

Yes, it was strange because I felt my gut tighten in disgust and wrath every time I saw uncle Imran. I felt like puking at him for the shameful and immoral man he was but other than that it was all okay, very much like before, very much home.

I did not mind unseeing and ignoring his presence even if that meant being disrespectful to my best friend's father because I hardly cared.

Daniya was all I was here for and she was all that was important and that mattered.

Aunty too looked a little apologetic initially, considering how the two of us, the girls, had to get involved in the dirty business but she had been all fine since the moment I had told her that we were all okay. In fact, she was back to being same, to what she was, kind and all caring.

My mother had asked me to be the best version of myself, to be polite and to be humble and reverential because after all, I was representing myself and what my family was and it was nothing like theirs.

To be honest, I was actually loving the vibes and the atmosphere. It was very much of what I had dreamt of. I was dressing perfect, people were giving me a lot of attention, there was good food, music and dance and it was all like what it ought to be. My best friend's wedding.

"I followed you on Instagram." Irtiza interrupted breaking the chain of my thoughts.

"Oh, thank you." I feigned a giggle, not knowing what exactly to do about it. I didn't want to sound pompous but a lot of people followed me but that did not mean I could follow all of them back. I only preferred selective content on my profile.

"What thank you?" He talked and I sat as soberly as I could. I was not even an inch interested in having a conversation with him because I was more into finding out what kind of a man Arsalan was. What was he made of?

A bit of arrogance, a bit of ego, a tiny bit of anger and a few lazy tantrums were all sexy and exciting but what he was doing was almost upsetting and annoying.

It should have rather been me, being all crazy and demanding after what had happened in the past days; after he had been rude to my friends, after he had not replied to my messages, after his father had been an asshole but all of it had barely stirred him.

He had neither bothered to text, to call or to try to talk instead he had only stared at me coldly and passively as if it was all over and it was my fault. The thought had begun to hurt me again.

I was all resolute, determined about leaving him, getting over him all the damn time but his mere sight melted my heart always, changed my feelings and I hated that.

"Just a second Sithara," Daniya called me out and I excused myself, walking up to the door she was standing at. "Has my red dress come?" She asked me, putting her phone down. "I need it by tomorrow."