Then came you

Chapter 6

Nasreen and Irfan🥺🥺

They had been avoiding each other since their first kiss. Or rather she had been avoiding him. It was awkward for her, and Irfan kept making her feel more awkward than it already was. "Just say one more word again Irfan you will see what I am made of."

"Don't you ever shut up in your life?"

She gave him a serious look: "What the f*** did you just say to me? You think I like to talk?  I just don't want to blow my freaking brains out, because of boredom. You are always, dorky, boring, and kuma sai ka daura fuskar ka kamar Zani .you will tie your face like a wrapper a little smile would do you good." She stroked his shoulder and went upstairs.

Leaving Irfan in a state of shock. "Damn it!!" How could she say such a thing to him?
He looked at himself in the mirror.
"I am not a bore." He called out after her and followed her to her room.
He didn't want to invade her privacy, she would either shut him out or annoy him. That was why he stayed away. He thought he was strong-headed, not until he met Nasreen. Nasreen Bature Sulyman.

"So what do you want to show me after you have kissed me already huh?" Irfan said hotly.

"Excuse you, you kissed me first."
"But you enjoyed kissing me back didn't ya?" He bulged his eyes out, holding her jaw upwards.

"Tell me, was that your first?"
"I don't know, how can you ask me such a question," Nasreen asked looking at him seriously.
"I am just curious." He replied.
"Keep your curiosity to yourself, I didn't ask you if that was your first then why are you asking me?"
"Then just admit it already yes or yes."

"Irfan I want you to kiss me, kiss me like it would be your last, she said forcefully making Irfan move back as she moved forward toward him.
"kiss me Irfan, come on, kiss me...." She said not batting a single eyelash.
Irfan was scared by her action. what was she up to? His eyes widened in confusion. "Stop it, Nas, you are scaring me." Nasreen burst out with laughter, and after some seconds her face became serious again. "Don't mess with me." She said gingerly.

Nasreen was something else. He wondered how she got this her daring and bold and sure nature from.
"You are unbelievable."
She turned around smiling at herself. Now he won't ask her silly questions again.
"But I think you should have said.. you are unforgettable Irfan." His lips curved into a devilish smirk.
She halted, turned around, and faced him, then huffed and walked away. "You wish Mr."

"Where are you going Nasreen?"
"To the place you sent me."

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She rummaged for the outfit she would be putting on later to her parents' house. They always had get-togethers after a long while.

She got dressed in an atampa skirt and top, she picked a matching veil and picked her Ferragamo handbag, she was all set she had one last glance at the mirror and left the room.

Irfan was waiting for her downstairs.
"Don't you think your hijab is too revealing?"
"How is this revealing if I may ask, and besides ba kai ka saya ba?" Are you not the one that bought it, and you can't tell me how to dress."

"Can you for once shut up for once in your life?"

She gave him a scornful look and went upstairs, and in no time she came back dressed in a matching hijab that reached her feet.
"Is this okay for you now?" She said perplexedly.

"Very much okay, in fact, this is how I like you to dress."

"Are you telling me, or you are asking me?"

"I am telling you." "This is ridiculous the next thing you will say now, is for me to start wearing a niqab."

"Yes Mallama, har gloves ma in yakama. if it persists."
She rolled her eyes heavenwards. "In your wildest dreams, please we are getting late and I do not have time for this."