Getting married to her brother's best friend was the thing she always dreamed of. But she never thought the way her life will bring them together.
The thunderbolt of getting to know her husband's younger brother was her ex boyfriend once, the guy wh...
"Wake up sleepy head its already late." I groaned and dug my head into the pillow trying to block her voice out.
"come on Maha its nikkah day." I heard Umaima. I got up hurriedly and went straight into my bathroom. Splashing some water on my face I started to scrub my face with facewash.
"Aaahhh" I hissed in pain as I looked into the mirror. Last night just flashed infront of my eyes. My lips were swollen and the mark was evident.
I touched my lips and closed my eyes "David" a smile made its way on my lips. He was back. My bad boy my David.
"COME OUT MAHA OTHERWISE AUNT WILL KILL US...!!!" I snapped out of my day dream and did my bussiness. I took my dress out a smile tugging on my lips as I remember the first time I met him. He was the one who selected dresses for me.
David and I were always close to each other. He is a bit elder than me. They used to live in the house opposite to ours. They were a happy family until his father died into an accident. I dont know many things about his father but his mother had married someone else leaving David behind. David was my brother best friend. He was always protective about my brother and than about me.
As I grew up I got attached to him. I used to visit him everyday because my mother used to make food for him and she asked me to go to his place and give him his meal.
It was until I started to develop feelings for him. I was just 13 years old while he was 23. He treated me like a kid which I hated. His behaviour towards me was always caring but I never wanted that. I had a huge crush on him but he never noticed.
"Wow you are looking so pretty girl.!" Umaima hugged me from behind. I was all ready wearing my dress for today. I had tried to cover my scar on lip but it is still visible if you look at it closely but its all good.
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"Thanks babe you are looking gorgeous too." honestly she is really very pretty did I mentioned she is a blonde. Her father is british and the rest is history.
"I am sorry for yesterday. It wasnt your fault mumma had scolded Moin bhai and Aunt."
"Its ok. I am all good." I said trying hard not to break down.
"We should go and check on Pari now. Its her big day after all." we rushed out of my room to see the bride.
The whole house was busy in chaos. I was glad I didnt bumped into my mother or brother. As we reached into her room she was sitting on a chair and the makeup artist were setting her duppatta.
"Finally you both decided to show your faces.!" Pari glared at us.
"Sorry babe but our Maha here was busy in dreaming about her bad boy." I choked on my saliva as Umaima said that. How did she know.?
She just winked at me. "What happened yesterday.? I heard voices but I was not allowed to leave my room." Pari asked.
I sucked in a deep breath at the mention of yesterday. "It was nothing you should be worried about. Its your day I want you to enjoy." I smiled at her assuringly.
