❝Zaida daant nikalny ki zaroorat nahi hai❞
“So… we're getting married?”
“Yes.”
“For real?”
“Yes.”
“So that means I get to call you baby whenever I want?”
“Ye— no.”
“Why not? You called me love.”
“Because you are love.”
Her next sentence got stuck in her throat at his cheeky response and she narrowed her eyes when she caught the small smirk playing on his lips. He was driving her car to drop her home and had called one of his workers to get his own from the amusement park and leave it at the penthouse for him.
“Don't try to be smart with me, Shazy.” she said in a strict tone but inside her stomach was doing somersaults.
Shazain turned his head to pass her a short innocent look. “Smart? I think it's called being charming, Rabeel.”
The redhead scoffed while twisting her head the other way to hide her crimson cheeks. This bugger had backfired her own game at her.
“Wait until I un-qabool you in front of the imam.” she threatened.
Shazain laughed at her attempt and said, “Is that even a word?”
“Shut up.”
“Okay, love.”
“Shazy!”
“What?”
“Stop calling me that!”
“Stop calling you what?” he asked with his tongue in cheek and she glared at him.
“Stop. Calling. Me. Love.” she hissed through clenched teeth and he threw her a faux confused stare. “Why though?”
“Because it's… it's…” she sputtered as her cheeks caught fire once again.
“It's making your heart race?” he offered as he maneuvered the car through the familiar street and his expression turned sombre when he recalled the last time he had been here.
When Rabeel had told him to drive her back to her previous address, he had asked her why she was not living with her grandfather to which she had replied with; “I'm an independent woman, Shazy. I can live wherever I want and that place feels more like a home compared to that gigantic excuse of a house.”
Apparently, she had officially bought the apartment instead of paying rent as she used to and Shazain was quite happy for her.
“Tameez se raho, Shazy. Nahi tou mein tumhary sath resort pe kaam nahi karun gi.”
(Behave yourself, Shazy. Or else I won't work with you on the resort project.)
He was brought out of his thoughts by her response to his previous remark and it took him some jumbled seconds to make sense of her words but to no avail. They were in front of her apartment now and Shazain killed the engine after parking the car on the opposite side as always. When he turned his head to face her, she was already staring at him with her chin supported in the palm of her hand and an impish look on her face.
Alarms immediately went off in Shazain’s head as he repeated her words in his mind.
“What do you mean…”
“You got a partnership offer from a construction company today, right?” Rabeel spoke with a childlike smile. “Take a wild guess at who the owner is.”
And just like that, everything clicked. Shazain’s mouth was hanging open in complete befuddlement as her words started to register in his head.
“You mean you… ”
Rabeel hummed in response while innocently nodding her head. “Let me be honest with you, Shazy. I wasn't going to contact you, even for business.”
Shazain visibly cringed at the information and averted his gaze to the dashboard. The redhead felt slightly bad for him but he had it coming.
“But that tweet you posted… ” she trailed off as she cleared her throat and tried to make it sound as nonchalant as she could. “Let's just say that I got a teeny tiny bit… jealous.”
“I see.” Shazain voiced out while suppressing the urge to smirk. Rabeel narrowed her eyes.
“Zaida daant nikalny ki zaroorat nahi hai. I was ready to hire some assassins for the briefest of moments.”
(No need to show your teeth.)
The dark eyed man threw her a horrified look. “What? You were going to have me killed?”
She only waved a flippant hand. “Not you, silly. The woman who you were supposedly engaged to.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel any better?”
“I don't know, and I really don't care. Anyways,” she tossed her hair over her shoulder as she leaned against her seat and stared out of the windshield. “That tweet changed my mind and I decided to work on the project with you as an excuse to see how you could move on so easily like that.”
Shazain's heart thudded painfully at her confession and he opened his mouth to tell her that he never moved on. Heck, he could never move on from her even if he tried to because he was in too deep for her, but Rabeel was already continuing with her words.
“Call me pitiful or whatever, but that's just how I feel about you.” she swivelled her head to meet his gaze and smiled softly. “I don't have enough self respect when it comes to seeing you with another woman, Shazy.”
“Well you don't have to worry about that, Rabeel.” he found himself saying with a smile matching her own. “Because the feeling is quite mutual.”
Time seemed to stand still as both of them exchanged millions of unspoken words with their eyes until Rabeel decided to break the moment by saying;
“I went to the amusement park by complete coincidence today. I was just going to wander around like a pathetic loner but then I saw you near that carousel and you know what the first thing that came up in my mind was?”
Shazain wordlessly shook his head as another lump started to form in his throat and watched as she gave him a wobbly grin he loved so dearly.
“It was; here we go again with all the drama revolving around this gentlemanly excuse of a bugger.”
An involuntary chuckle escaped past his lips as he shook his head and Rabeel watched him wipe the corner of his left eye with the grin still intact on her face. He lifted his head to give her his heart snatching dimpled smile and said;
“I wanna give a response to this statement of yours on the wedding day. Would you mind waiting for only the next three days?”
Rabeel blinked at him before thoughtfully rubbing her chin. “Hmm… three days, you say?”
“Only three days.” he repeated, emphasizing on the first word and she gave him a full blown smile in return.
“Fine. I’ll wait for only three days, then.”
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The said three days were spent in a whirlwind of dropping the bomb of deciding to get married on unsuspecting parents, dealing with the aftereffects and then finally starting to prepare for the event in such a short amount of time. While Rabeel only had to deal with her grandfather, who was already prepared for the not-so-surprising news, Shazain had a whole bunch of daft individuals to take into consideration.
Deciding to go easy on himself, he first contacted his one and only best friend and the conversation went like;
“Hey, Oli! How are you doing, mate?” he started in a cheerful voice and was welcomed by a chilly silence before Oliver replied with,
“What is it this time? Huh?”
Shazain's shoulders slumped. “What do you mean? Can I not call my best friend without any reason?”
“No.” he answered flatly. “You can't. Because the last time you greeted me in such an enthusiastic way over the phone was right before you turned into a crying mess over Rabeel.”
“Uhum, that was only a one time thing, okay?” he stated with burning cheeks and covered the mouthpiece to mutter some curses under his breath.
Shazain tossed the initial plan of slowly breaking the news aside and got straight to the point.
“I'm getting married this Friday and you're required to be at my penthouse in time to help me get ready. Bye.”
And then he ended the call. Just like that.
The next person on the list was his only favourite cousin in the world and the moment she heard the news, she was a hysterical mess of joy and excitement with occasional squeals added into the conversation and her husband shouting in the background;
“Meri dua'a hai Rabeel tumhara jeena haraam kary sari zindagi, ghatia admi!”
(I pray that Rabeel makes your life a living hell, you miserable excuse of a man!)
He was successfully shut up by a pillow to the face thrown by his wife. Shazain was chuckling despite his stupid statement and contacted Fahad next, who gave him a very level headed response like normal human beings.
“I am so happy for you, Shazain! I can't even explain how thrilled I am right now. You deserve it, my friend. You deserve every bit of it.”
“Thanks a bunch, lad. It means a lot. I'll be sending the jet for you guys so don't bother with the tickets, okay?” he told him with a smile and Fahad laughed.
“Yeah, okay, Mr. Billionaire.”
They held a light-hearted chat for a few more minutes before bidding goodbye and Shazain was left with only one last important person on the list.
His mother.
He sent some silent prayers to Allah before dialling her number and raising the device to his ear. The line was connected after a few minutes' ringing and Shazain stood up from his seat to start pacing in an attempt to calm his nerves.
“Asslam o alaikum, ammi!”
“Waalaikumussalam.” The reply was curt. Poor guy closed his eyes in misery.
“Kesi hain ap?” he asked with a nervous smile.
“Theek. Tum kyun puch rahy ho?”
Shazain blinked. “Uh… because I'm a good son?”
His mother let out a scoff. “You mean the type who gets engaged to a nameless woman behind his mother's back while she is breaking her kneecaps at such a tender age, looking for a suitable lady for him?”
Okay, ouch.
“I am sorry for the sudden news, mum, but it's not true. I posted that in hopes of getting the media off my back regarding Alina.”
“What?!” Shazia's horrified response took him completely off guard and he felt his eyes widen. “And here I thought that you finally did something sensible for your bachelor status! Fittay munh tumhara, Shazain! Apni burrhi maa ko aur kitni dair ek bahu se mehroom rakhna hai tum ne?”
(How long are you going to keep your old mother deprived of a daughter-in-law?)
Shazain's mouth dropped open in shock at her outburst and he tried to tell her the actual good news but she was not in a stable state to listen. Yet.
“You are thirty, Shazain, thirty! I've long stopped wishing for a normal wedding for you because you don't bloody listen and was hoping to hear news regarding your elopement or something to finally have the peace of knowing you tied the knot but no! Unfortunately, I've raised a blazing gentleman who is more pious than a nun!”
“Thank you.” He decided to respond with the only sensible phrase he could think of.
“You—! Tum ruk jao zra, mein tumhary baba ko btati hun. Badtameezi ki inteha hoti hai, Shazain!”
“Mein ne badtameezi kahan ki hai, ammi?” he asked with a frown, genuinely concerned for his mother’s state at the moment. “I just said a simple thank you.”
Shazia dropped her head against the pillow on the other side of the line and cried out in frustration; “Band karo ye call isi waqt aur dubara us waqt tak na karna jab tak shadi ki khabar na ho tumhary paas.”
(End the call this instance and don't contact me again unless you have news regarding your marriage.)
She didn't wait for him to do the deed and ended the call herself before tossing the phone to the side. She had just closed her eyes when the cellphone blared again and she grabbed it in fury.
“What?!” she snapped.
“Ap ne kaha tha call na karun jab tak shadi ki khabar na ho tou... ” he trailed off, hoping for her to catch the meaning behind his words.
Shazia's brows creased together in confusion before realisation slowly dawned on her and a loud gasp escaped her lips.
“Wait! You're actually getting married?”
“This Friday.”
“Oh, my God!” she exclaimed with a squeal and said, “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
Shazain cleared his throat as he answered with; “You didn’t let me talk.”
“Oh, shush! Who’s the lucky woman?” she asked in hopes to hear Alina’s name but her son rewarded her with someone even better.
“It’s Rabeel. We met today after a long time and…” A breathy chuckle escaped his mouth as he recalled the events from a few hours ago. “Yeah, I just kind of proposed to her.”
“Haye mery Allah!” Shazia couldn’t hold the excitement anymore and erupted with joy. “I am so proud of you, Shazain! Mera shehzada beta, thank God I raised you into such a fine gentleman.”
“One who is more pious than a nun?” he teased and Shazia huffed on the other end before they both burst into chuckles. Once they had sobered up, she asked in a soft voice;
“Have you decided on a venue?”
Shazain let out a breath as a small smile started to play on his lips and he told her; “The venue was decided the moment she said yes, mum.”
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Shazain finally closed his eyes while mumbling alhamdulillah under his breath as Rabeel’s final ‘qabool hai’ echoed through the air by the microphone. The people who were gathered for their special day erupted into loud cheers and congratulatory remarks as he tried his best to fight back the crazy grin threatening to spill across his face.
They were officially married. He could not believe it.
What if he were just dreaming all this time and he was still stuck in his car on that rainy night?
The grim thought was wiped out of Shazain’s mind when Oliver crashed into his best friend and pulled him into a bone crushing hug.
“Sikandar, mate, you are married! You are no longer the most eligible bachelor of London. I’m so happy!” he yelled out in his ear and Shazain hissed before struggling out of his hold.
He blew out a breath and smiled at his lunatic friend. “Thank you so much, Oli, for repeating the same thing for the fiftieth time.”
Oliver just laughed and slapped his sherwani clad shoulder for good measure. “It’s a pleasure, mate. By the way, couldn’t you have rented out a place with some heaters for the ceremony? It’s bloody freezing out here.”
Shazain stared around the area to see people huddling together true to Oliver’s words and beamed at him. “This place holds a special significance for Rabeel and I so ignore the cold for a bit.”
His best friend rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know. But I still think that you’re stark bonkers for renting out a whole amusement park for your wedding day. This stunt of yours is gonna go down in history of the gossip magazines.”
“Hey! I just gave them something to write about my otherwise boring self.” protested Shazain before they both laughed. Other guests started to come up to him to pay their compliments and he was getting impatient with each passing minute.
She was right there, on the other side of this bloody carousel, but he has still not seen her even once!
It seemed that nature had decided to take pity on him, for as the last gentleman went away after congratulating him for his nikah, Riya came up to Oliver and whispered something in his ear. The curly haired guy then faced his best friend with a Cheshire cat grin and said,
“Rabeel is calling you, mate.”
Shazain's body tensed all of a sudden and he blinked at his friend who just chuckled at his expression.
“Get rid of the nerves or she'll do it for you.” he stated with a meaningful wink and Shazain's eyes widened before he glared at him.
He opted for a nonverbal response and smacked his so-called best friend upside the head before swivelling on his heels to make his way to the opposite side of the merry-go-round where a certain redhead was waiting for him.
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Rabeel Usman was going to kill her newly acquired husband.
That bloody son of a bachelor! How dare he make her go through this hell of a ceremony in such freezing weather?!
Did he not know that she absolutely despised the cold? Especially when she was wearing a lehenga for crying out loud with half of her skin exposed to the blasted air!
Just you wait, Shazain Sikandar! Wait until I get my hands on you! I'm gonna punch you so hard that—
“Rabeel?”
Her murderous thoughts screeched to a halt as she whipped around to throw daggers at her target but every sign of anger vanished from her veins when she saw him standing there in his embroidered black velvet sherwani and a complete starstruck look on his face.
Rabeel's breath hitched when he snapped out of his stupor and let his gaze wander the length of her figure unabashedly prior to meeting her own while swallowing thickly.
Oh. My. God.
That stare alone had burned her skin. What was she going to do when he will actually hold her hand for the first time?
Evaporate?!
She watched like a deer caught in headlights as he slowly stepped towards her and only stopped when he was standing just a foot away. Rabeel's heart was ready to burst right out of her ribcage when he passed her a smile and said,
“Wow, Rabeel. You look… ” he choked on his words as the emotions got the best of him and ducked his head.
“Yes?” she found herself whispering in anticipation. Shazain raised his head again to reward her with his glassy eyes and told her in a soft voice;
“You look way out of my league.”
Bye, bye, dear blood pumping organ. I didn't need you anyway.
Rabeel gave out a wobbly chuckle and closed the distance between them. Shazain didn't waste a second in gathering her in his arms and pressing her close to his chest while burying his face in her left shoulder.
They say that the first touch is always electrifying and you could feel the sparks fly around yourself but it was not the case with these two.
The emotions they were feeling right now were far too intense to be described in words so they just hugged each other tighter to make up for the time lost in follies and misconceptions.
“I am sorry.” Shazain mumbled into her shoulder.
“For what?” she asked with a sniffle while tightening her arms around his torso.
“For making you wait so long and being pathetic enough to have you think that drama would follow you around if you came back in my life.”
Rabeel’s eyes snapped open at his words and she pulled back slightly to give him a disbelieving look. So this was the response he had promised to her?
“What? How dare you call yourself pathetic, Shazy?” she enquired with angry tears rolling down her cheeks and he instantly caught them with his thumbs while avoiding her eyes in shame. “You are worth every single minute we spent apart, you hear me? You are worth every single blasted thing in my life, Mr. Sikandar. So, don’t you dare call yourself pathetic ever again.”
Shazain simply nodded his head and she reached out to brush some traitorous tears off his face, making him give her a swoon worthy smile and he grabbed both of her hands in his own before leaning towards her.
“Mrs. Rabeel Usman Sikandar,” he whispered while gazing straight into her bright green eyes and kissed the tips of her right hand’s fingers, causing a surprised gasp to escape past her lips. “Ap aj is dress mein mery khwabon ki shehzadi lag rahi hain.”
(You look like an angel straight out of my dreams in this dress.)
He then pressed his lips to her left hand’s fingers one by one while still maintaining the eye contact and Rabeel nearly passed out from the fervour of his fiery touch.
Meri jaan le jaye ga ye shakhs!
She was wearing a blood red heavily embroidered lehenga which was gifted to her by his mother a day before the occasion and her hair was pulled to the side in a messy braid with white flowers adorning its length. Her hands were covered in dark brown henna and her wrists in a mixture of golden and red bangles to go with the dress while her make-up was kept light and natural to compliment the daytime event.
To put it simply, Rabeel Usman was really a sight to behold on her wedding day and the only thing which made it even special to her was the fact that Shazain Sikandar was finally hers to hold and cherish for the rest of their lives.
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“What were you thinking, huh? Arranging our nikah in an open space like this?”
Rabeel asked in annoyance as she rubbed her hands to warm herself but it did not help much. They had joined the guests after having their private moment and were now standing under the makeshift wedding arch to greet the guests together as a couple. Shazain frowned as he stared at her and said;
“I was thinking about the sentimental value of this place. I thought you’d appreciate it.”
The redhead immediately felt bad and she rephrased her words. “I do appreciate it, Shazy. It’s just very cold out here and I hate the cold.”
Shazain blinked at her response before grabbing her left hand to pull her to his side and wrapping an arm around her waist. Rabeel stared at him with her mouth hanging open in astonishment as he moved his other hand to brush the loose curls out of her eyes and then straighten the dupatta over her head.
He looked into her eyes for the second time that day and mumbled; “Is this better?”
“Huh?” she responded dumbly.
He suppressed a smirk and asked again. “Is this method of sharing heat better or should I ask someone to bring you a shawl?”
Rabeel caught the smug tone of his voice and jutted out her chin after throwing away the momentary weakness.
“I would appreciate a shawl, thank you very much.”
Shazain quirked a brow and started to remove his arm from around her waist but she hastily pressed herself tighter to his side.
“I never said that you could remove your arm, mister!” she said in a scolding manner and Shazain let out a laugh before kissing her forehead. A smile broke out onto the redhead’s face as she relished in the feeling of having his lips on her skin and exhaled contentedly.
“Khuda ka khauf kar ke meri ankhon pe zra reham khao tum dono.”
(Show mercy to my eyes for God's sake.)
And just like that, their moment was ruined by the irritating voice of Rabeel’s supposed brother. She turned her head around to see Aayan standing in front of them, wearing a baby carrier over his midnight blue sherwani and a surprised gasp left her lips when she saw the chubby little boy staring at her with his big doe eyes from his place inside the said carrier.
“Oh, my heart! He’s so adorable, masha’Allah!” she exclaimed as she stepped towards him and Aayan rolled his eyes.
“Nice to see you too, sister.” he muttered grumpily and Rabeel chuckled.
“Of course I’m happy to see you, Aayan. But I think my nephew deserves more attention.”
Shazain grinned at her sentence and watched Ifrah approach them with a nursing bottle in one hand. She passed the bottle to Aayan and engulfed his wife in a fierce hug before pulling back to say;
“I am so happy for you, I can cry!”
“Please don’t.” Aayan whispered under his breath as he unclasped the baby pouch and transferred his son into Rabeel’s arms. Ifrah threw him a thunderous glare but said nothing and instead, hugged Shazain with all her might who simply kissed the top of her head after throwing a smug look to Aayan.
Their animosity still ran deep and fresh.
“Mubarak ho, Shazain. Tum ne finally phuppo Shazia ko khush kar dia hai.” Ifrah said when they pulled apart and Shazain chuckled. He glanced at Rabeel who was busy cooing at the giggling baby and told her cousin in a soft voice;
“You know, your title of 'my most favourite human being in the world' has transferred to your son now.”
Ifrah chortled with a shake of her head and replied with, “I am not even sad.”
“You shouldn’t be, because you will always be my chuchu.”
Her face fell as she glared at him and Aayan chose that moment to pull his wife against his side and stare Shazain down.
“Stop bothering my wife.”
Shazain raised an amused brow. “No congratulatory hugs, basket-case?”
“Meri juti kary gi tumhay hug.” was his heated reply which was followed by a slap to the chest from Ifrah.
“When will you learn some manners?”
“The day you'll stop being so beautiful.”
Ifrah's comeback died in her throat as a blush covered her cheeks and Shazain threw a narrowed look to Aayan who was grinning like he had won the Nobel prize.
“That was smooth, wasn't it, babe?” he enquired with a wiggle of his brows and Ifrah groaned while hiding her face in his shoulder.
“Stop it! We're in front of my cousin, for God's sake!”
“The very cousin who was displaying blatant PDA with his wife a few minutes ago.”
Shazain's eyes popped out of his sockets as Ifrah let out a gasp at her husband's words. Aayan was smirking, way too pleased with himself, but it soon dropped when a punch landed on the side of his head from a glaring Rabeel.
“What the fü— fiddlesticks!” he quickly caught his slip up and rubbed the spot. The redhead hugged her nephew close and said;
“Ainda meri aur Shazy ki private life ke bary mein kuch bola tum ne tou mein tumhari naak torr dun gi.”
(I'll break your nose if you commented on mine and Shazy's private life ever again.)
And the hilarious part was that all three of them were aware that it was not an empty threat. Aayan grumbled something incoherent under his breath and Ifrah chuckled at him while rubbing his back. Shazain passed Rabeel a loving gaze which made her cheeks warm up and she quickly cleared her throat before addressing Ifrah.
“You didn't tell me this little hero's name.”
The chestnut haired girl smiled adoringly at her son and told her; “It's Rajab Raheem Abdullah.”
Rabeel blinked at the information and said, “I can assure you that he's gonna grow up to be quite a heartbreaker with that name and looks.”
The baby shoved a fist in his mouth as Aayan cried out with pride; “See? I told you, babe! He totally takes after me in the looks department and I was the one who suggested this brilliant name.”
Unfortunately for Ifrah, he was right. Rajab really held an uncanny resemblance to his father with his raven black hair and soft baby features which were an exact copy of Aayan's childhood pictures. The only trait he got from her were his light hazel eyes and they were a stark contrast to his dark as night hair.
Rabeel was right. He was really going to be a heartbreaker but that doesn't mean that Ifrah was going to let him become an idiot because of it.
“Whatever. I'm going to raise my son into a fine gentleman like his mamu. Heartbreakers are way too old fashioned now.”
When Aayan pinched the side of her waist, she immediately added; “Well, except the one I'm married to.”
Her husband grinned while Shazain rolled his eyes but he also noticed that Aayan didn't protest against her comment of raising their son like him and a small smile made its way to his lips.
This jangli has changed a lot over the years.
The four of them conversed a bit more and when Rajab started to become a little fussy, his parents decided to take him to the free rides and leave the newlyweds to themselves. Rabeel was a bit reluctant in handing back the child and instantly took her place back beside Shazain once the trio was out of sight, with his arm around her torso.
She stared up at him while toying with the buttons on his sherwani and whispered; “I want one too.”
“What?” He passed her a quizzical stare.
“A baby, Shazy. I want to have one of my own.”
Poor lad felt the whole solar system drop down on his head after hearing that sentence and he blanched before choking on his own spit. Rabeel patted his back as he tried to gather himself and sputtered;
“That's… that's— God, Rabeel! Have mercy on me! You're moving way too fast. We just got married!”
The redhead narrowed her eyes as she stepped out of his hold and crossed her arms over her chest.
“I didn't say that I want one now. You don't have to act so scared at the idea of sharing a kid with me, Shazy. I can— no. I will be an awesome mum.”
Shazain caught some of the guests standing near the arch eye their sudden movements curiously and he hastily pulled her back in his arms and grabbed one of her hands to press a featherlight kiss on the palm.
“I am sure you will be, love.” he mumbled affectionately. “You just took me by surprise, okay? I'm sorry. I actually don't want to share you with anyone else for a while.”
Rabeel's heart melted into a puddle at the gesture and an involuntary smile broke out onto her face.
“That's completely fine with me, Shazy.”
Their little moment was once again broken by a clearing of the throat this time and Shazain let out an irritated breath before twisting his head to see Fahad and Fania staring at them rather awkwardly. His cheeks reddened and he immediately straightened up as Rabeel moved forward to wrap Fania in a hug while he did the same with Fahad.
“You are late.” he stated after they pulled back and watched as the sandy brown haired man chuckled in embarrassment.
“Yeah, we just got a bit occupied with all the free carnival food stands in the amusement park. Great choice for a wedding ceremony, by the way. People who rarely get any opportunity to enjoy park dates with their better halves are making full use of it.”
Shazain beamed in satisfaction and replied with; “You never disappoint me with the compliments, bro.”
“Well, my wife does say that I have a way with words.”
They both chortled at that and discussed some light-hearted topics until Fahad had to step aside to receive an important call. Shazain turned around to see Rabeel occupied with his mother and he found Fania passing him a smile.
He returned it with one of his own and stepped towards her to say, “I wanted to say thank you.”
When she threw him a confused look, he said, “For rejecting me.”
Fania's expression morphed into a befuddled one and he laughed at her before explaining.
“I'm not trying to offend you or anything, Fania, but if you hadn't rejected me that day, I wouldn't have met Rabeel. With time I've realised that you're always destined with something greater than your own wants or needs. I liked you because I always wanted to have a businesswoman as my life partner. One who would be able to keep up with my lifestyle and share my passion for the particular field. And Allah has blessed me with exactly the type of woman I wanted with an additional quality of slapping me back to my senses because we all know by now that I can be pretty dumb sometimes.”
Fania grinned at his words and added, “You are right about that. Only Rabeel has the strength to keep you grounded and I'm not offended by this confession, Shazain. If anything, I'm happy that you've finally got what you deserve. That's your reward for being one of the rare species of understanding and respectful men out there.”
He muttered a 'thanks' and they smiled at each other until Rabeel's voice caused him to swivel his head in her direction.
“Shazy?”
He found her assessing the two of them with her bright green eyes and said, “Your mother wants us to get done with the pictures so that we can wrap everything up in time. The weather is turning bad.”
Shazain glanced at the sky to see gray clouds starting to cover the sky and he let out a sigh before stepping towards his wife and grabbing her hand.
“Let's get this over with, then.”
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N O T E
Our Shazy rented a whole amusement park for the wedding?!
If you got the reference, you're elite ;)
Btw...
THEY'RE MARRIED.
FREAKING FINALLY.
Mujhy to kuch samjh nai a rha bhae 😭 I was having a difficult time writing Shazeel scenes because my mind was still in the 'no touching' zone lol. XD
Also, Aayan actually showed up to a wedding wearing a baby carrier *falls into a laughing fit*
(P.s I totally chose the name Rajab for ulterior motives 😈)
How was the chapter? Did you guys enjoy as always?
(I'm so happy that I kept my word and gifted myself with a birthday update 😂✊🏻)
Only one last chapter to go now 🥺
Have a nice day, loves &
Stay blessed ❤️