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She hurriedly set on her dupatta and checked herself out. She was wearing a dark lime green embroidered net kameez paired up with a teal gharara perfect attire for the mehndi function and she wore gajrey. Her hair was tied up in a side fishtail braid.
She broke out of her reverie when she heard yelling and continuous knocking on the door of her room blowing herself a kiss in the mirror reflection she quickly ran to the door.
"Arahi hun!" Opening the door she looked up to find none other than her giant little cousin Osama.
(Coming!)"Bajjo jaldi karien" He was wearing a similar attire to hers and was rolling car keys on his finger.
(Bajjo hurry up)"Impatient much" Almas muttered and quickly grabbed her purse and ruffled his hair, went downstairs towards the car followed by him.
Osama was shrieking like a girl "Bajjo it took me 45 minutes to make this hairstyle and you ruined it!"
"Acha yaar don't worry I'll fix it once we get to Taya's house hurry up we're already late."
When they reached there Almas quickly fixed his
hair in the backyard and fled into the house."Assalam'alaikum" She hugged everyone and lastly the bride that was scowling at her for being late.
"Sorry laila baji ainda nahi karungi pakka promise"
She said holding her ears in an apologizing way.
(Sorry i will never do that again pinky promise)In response she got a fully blown smile and Laila saying "Jee kyun ke ajj ap yahin rukengi sabke sath"
(Yes, because you're crashing the night here like everyone else)"Deal" She said with her thumbs up.
Almas joined the circle formed by every age of girl and women sitting on the ground singing mehndi songs
"Mehndi ki ye raat mehndi ki ye raat.."
"Gori karat singhar gori karat singhar"
"Baal baal moti chamkaye rom rom mehka"
After some time they started applying henna on the leaf the was placed on the bride's hand while feeding her sweets when it was Almas and her cousins turn they applied henna on Laila's face instead of the leaf and shoved the whole sweet into her mouth making her eyes widen at their mischievousness
Few hours later
Everyone departed to their respected homes letting the kids crash the night at their taya's house.
Almas woke up at 3 in the night because of a nightmare she went outside to get some fresh air in the backyard.
She was swinging back and forth slowly on the porch swing when she felt someone sitting next to her.
"May i know who you are?" She looked besides her and maintained eye contacted with a handsome guy who sounded like a native american
"Uh, I'm Almas who are you?" Almas asked curiously.
Almas?! As in Rahim uncle's almas? He asked surprised
Almas nodded at his surprised reaction.
"Dude if only i knew you'd grow up to be so beautiful i would've never called you "Ugly Duckling"
Almas suddenly stood up confusing him he stood up too.
"ARHAM BHAI?!"
He closed her mouth with his hand as her reaction was loud enough to wake up the whole house.
"Yes the one and only" He said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
She shoved his hand away from her mouth and tried to go but he kept blocking her path.
Almas was furious "Kya masla hai apka!"
(What's your problem huh?)"Ya Allah itna ghussa" He said teasingly
(Ya Allah so angry)Taking the opportunity Almas tried to walk away from him but he grabbed her wrist and turned her around
"Acha sorry" Arham tried to reason with her.
Almas tried to get her wrist out of his hands but the grip was so tight
"What are you doing? Chorien! Koi dekh le ga toh kuch ghalat samjhey ga!"
(What are you doing? Let me go! If someone will see us they will think that we're doing something bad!)"Will you forgive me?" He asked seriously
She nodded her head vigorously
"Have you?" He asked once again
"Yes" She said impatiently already wanting to go into the house.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Uh oh!
Assalam'alaikum! Hi!
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Let me know in the comments if i should continue this story this is my first one!Gajrey : Floral bangles
Bhai: Brother
Taya abu: Father's older brother
Chachu: Father's younger brother
Dupatta : a head scarf
Kameez: shirt
Gharara: A pair of loose trousers with pleats below the knee
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Sempiternal
RomansaAlmas Lashari, in her early twenties a mischievous and stubborn lady she's the epitome of badtameezi or so that's what Hammad thinks. Hadi Lashari, an intimidating man in his early thirties his appearance LITERALLY screams don't talk to me or you'...