A tale of love, laughter and lethal lust.
As pure as a pearl
As clear as a crystal
As soft as a petal
And as stubborn as a rock
Heer Iqbal is one of a kind. With a feather light heart and non serious attitude she's out on her way to rock the world...
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The rays of sunlight broke into her room like rebel prisoners tickling the curtains of her eyelids. Rubbing her eye she sat up on her bed swinging in between conscious and unconsciousness.
Stretching out she smiled at the warm morning. Getting dressed in a blue dress she looked like the epitome of beauty, ears adorned with small silver jhumkas. Her cheeks tinged pink at the thought of the one who had gifted her these earrings. A silver chain glimmered around her neck with a small knot pendant resting on her collar bones.
With her favourite lip balm tinting her lips and mascara coating her lashes she was ready to face the world with a bright smile.
She braided her long hair and gave herself one last look in the mirror. She walked out of her room to bless her family with her presence, to say it was her morning but in reality the afternoon sun was glaring down at karachi. Staying up late and studying for her last exam were her excuses for the day but still she hardly remembered what she had learned last night.
Being the eldest and her parents favourite had it's perks. Skipping down the stairs she stopped just near the entrance of their drawing room. It seemed as though some guests were over but instead of peeking in to know who it was she decided to eat breakfast instead.
Not finding her mother and sister there in the room she sighed in defeat and made herself a sandwich. Just when she was about to put the kettle on the stove the voice of her sister greeted her.
"Rani sahiba uth gaye, ab aap chai bana hi rahi hain tu thori zayada bana len aap ke sasural wale aaye hain" her sister greeted her with a smirk on her face. A faint blush bloomed on her face which she hid behind a stoic expression. (So her highness has woken up? Now that you are making some tea might as well make a more since your in laws are here)
Rolling her eyes to keep her giddiness at bay she contemplated whether she should be the one to serve the tea but decided otherwise. She sat down on her place eating her food and thinking of the possibility of he would've come along with them. Shaking her head she glared at her sister who snickerin at her.
"He didn't come along." The familiar voice of her mother's best friend filled her ears making her straighten up from her slouched position. Her eyes widened as she hurriedly gulped down the morsel.
"Aunty?" She said grinning awkwardly fidgeting with her hands.
Her aunty smirked at her who avoided eye contact with her, she patted her head lovingly and chuckled at her pink face.
"Come on now at least greet your uncle" the lady said making her pull her dupatta over her head and walk out with her. She hurriedly wiped the crumbs off her mouth and drank few sips of water over the taste of her tea.
