《Pyar Ki Love Story | Short Stories | 1st Book |》Last)💐
Advertisement
"Mehek why aren't you getting ready?" Esha asked Mehek who was still sitting on the bed
"Imad...has told me he wanted to see me first." She mumbled in her mouth as she dried her hair with towel, she didn't wore her eid dress
"Oh So you are waiting for me to leave? Fine I'm leaving you take your time to get ready and when Bhai will return from mosque I'll send him here," taking her duppata she said
"No need to send him here, I'll come outside when he will return."
"But then everyone will see you as they will gathered in living room and he wants to see you first." Her point was valid but?
"But how?" After sometime Mehek asked
"Leave everything on me." Grinning like cheshire cat Esha said
💐
"Bhai can you please come with me?" When Imad and every male returned from mosque Esha went to Imad
"Esha! Let him first have some sheer khurma." Neelam Hussain scold her
"But Ammi Meri churiya'n wo cupboard ke uppar wale bag mein hain and I can not take it down, Bhai can you please take it down for me?" Imad nod his head and put the bowl he was holding on the table
"You can take your sheer khurma with you." Esha picked his bowl and said
"Don't thank me just buy me a new phone." As Esha give him the bowl she said
"What?" He asked but she already pushed him inside.
Hearing the noise Mehek dropped her hair brush, Imad who was looking at door turned to her
"Masha'ALLAH!" Imad whispered, there she was dressed in chocolate brown churidaar
He was also looking handsome in white shalwar kameez
"I'm still not ready I have to braid my hair and........" She nervously said but as she saw Imad approaching her the words left her
"Let it fall freely." He put her hairlocks behind her ear which where hiding her pink cheeks
Advertisement
"Bhai it doesn't take that much time to take a bag down." They startled at Esha's voice. Mehek turned to him questionly, he nod his head negatively
"By the way Eid Mubarak." Then he remember he had a bowl of sheer khurma with him, feeding her with his hand he said.
"Apko bhi." Mehek also feed him
"Eidi." Placing the bowl on the dressing table he said
"No.... No need for........." But Imad already silence her when he hold her hand, taking a beautiful bracelet from his pocket he made her wear that.
"Than.....thank you." They were so close that their nose barely touched each other.
"Aur Meri eidi?" He raised his eyebrow
"Actually I........what do you want? I'll get it for you." Mehek tried to freed her hand that he was still holding, Imad laughed at her words
"What I want is with me." He bent down to her ear whispering as he embrace her, Mehek knew by heat she is feeling her face is already red
"Bhai!" They quickly pulled apart as Esha called him, Imad glance at her who face was showing different shades of red, benting down he pecked her cheek and left.
"What happened? What did he said." Esha excitedly entered the room and asked Mehek, but she was somewhere else
"Mehek!" Esha waved her hand in front of Mehek, that made her come to trace and her eyes to normal size
"What did he said to you?" Esha again asked, blushing furiously Mehek nod her head negatively and went to dressing table.
💐
"Zeeshan Bhai can you........." Esha went to him
"No I'm going to my friend's house." Before listening to her Zeeshan refused
"But......" Esha again tried to say something
"I said no"
"Sara!" Esha voice made him raised his head up from his phone
"Eid Mubarak Esha!" Sara came forward and hugged her,
"Come inside." Esha grabbed her hand and took her to living room
Advertisement
"Sara kaisi ho? bohot dino baad aai ho." Neelam Hussain
"Inhe fursat hi kaha apni news reporting se." Esha complained as Mehek also entered the living room
"Sara meet my Bhabhi Mehek." Mehek who had smile on her face it quickly got changed when her eyes winded. Sara looked at Mehek then at Zeeshan who also came after them in living room
"Imad bhai's wife." Smiling Esha add.
"Zeeshan Bhai you were going to your friend's house." Esha remind him
"Huh? Yeah actually he went somewhere else so I'll go in the evening." But Esha nod her head teasingly as she already know.
"Mehek!" She was in the kitchen when Neelam Hussain called her.
"Ji tayigi?" Mehek entered her room
"Idhar aao beta mere pass." Mehek went to sit in front of her on the bed
"Bohot kaam Kar liya ab shaam ko Esha ke sath kahi bahar chali jana." Neelam Hussain gently wiped Mehek's sweat which were falling on her forehead
"No tayigi actually........."
"Haar baar tumhari zuba'n na kehne ke liye taiyyar rehti hai kabhi toh koi baat maan liya karo." Her words made Mehek embarrassed because it slightly true
"Meri ek aur baat manogi?" Mehek nod her head
"Beta ruksati ke liye Haan kehdo, Imad said you need sometime to adjust but I think you won't able to adjust if you don't give Imad a chance you always left the room if he come, you never tried to talk to him then how will you accept the relationship you have with him?" How can Mehek told her why she left room when he come or how can she talked to him when words didn't wanted to come out?
"Imad my boy is a gentleman he won't force anything to you and most importantly he loves you."
Love? Mehek knew this word very well but does Imad really loves her?
Today or tomorrow she has to accept the relationship between them denying will only make it harder,
"Mann kar raha hai tumhe yaha se utha le jau." As they were sitting on the stage Imad whispered into her ears, she didn't dare to meet his intense eyes
Everyone praised the newly (not really) wedded couple as today were their reception, Wearing a dark maroon lenhga she was making it hard for Imad to control hinself
At last the function end, Imad rushedly went to his room when Esha stopped him on the door.
"Pehle mujhe Mera neg dijiye." Esha is his dear baby sister but sometime she is really annoying, with sigh he took a box from his pocket
"iPhone." Esha happily exclaimed taking it from him she left his way
The room was decorated seductively beautiful and his bride was sitting in the middle of the bed,
As Mehek felt the bed dip she grabbed her hand tightly, was she nervous or scared? She doesn't know
When he still didn't said anything she raised her head to see him but instantly bow down when she found his eyes on her
"Tum to bologi nahi Mai hi keh deta hoon, bohot khoobsurat lag rahi ho, aur tum mujhe dekh sakti ho mai koi bohot zyada kharab nahi lag raha." She still didn't make a move, Imad grabbed her hand taking it to his lips he gently kissed it, Mehek eyes got winded
"Chalo tumhare lab nahi bol rahe Hai lekin tumhari ankhen toh bol rahi hain." Gently crassing her cheek he said,
"That's for you." He took a velvet box for her, taking ring out from it he put the ring in her finger which hand he sat still holding.
"Mehek! Kya mujhe izazat hai?" Mehek who was looking at the ring rasied her head to see him
"Tumse mohabbat karne ki?" His words again made her head down, gently laughing he closed the distance between them, holding her chin he made her look at him
"Aaj tumhari sari sharam bhi Durr Kar dunga." Whispering as he gently connect their lips
______________
😞
Advertisement
- In Serial13 Chapters
Cid Rellah (Complete)
A reverse type of Cinderella story, and first in my fairytale series. Cid was eight when his father died, leaving him with words of wisdom, not only for a business but for life in general. At the age of eleven, Cid’s mother died, leaving him with fond memories of what it was like to have a mother and good times. But…His mother had remarried before she had died, because she was worried for her only son, and Cid was left with a stepfather whom already had two sons to his late wife.Cid’s stepfather and stepbrothers may play tricks and try to take what isn’t theirs but there seems to be at least two people that have stayed by Cid’s side, and that is a long-time friend, David, and a Princess.Working many hours because he is someone that brings business to his step father, Cid is trying to find a way to disconnect from his stepfather and live a life of a man…A man that would be in charge of his own life and not be ordered around and be treated like a slave.Events lead to Cid delaying this goal of his, like that of the Princess’s troubles with marriage and the continuous pestering of not only his stepfather but stepbrother as well.
8 328 - In Serial31 Chapters
With Love (Blackwood & Friends #1)
Nicola Eversley never intended for him to receive the love letters. It had been a mistake, a cruel twist of fate, that all her ardent and thankfully anonymous confessions were now in his possession and Nicola must work tirelessly to keep her identity a mystery from the handsome Marquis of Northwick, Jason Blackwood, who is considerably inappropriate and someone she certainly shouldn't be in love with. Not only is he her best friend's older brother, he is also a renowned flirt and libertine, someone Nicola definitely should not entertain feelings for.However, when Jason reveals his intentions to unmask the identity of his admirer, Nicola is forced to conspire with him during three events of the London season and put her wits, and resistance, to the test to lead him off her scent. But the marquis has other plans...Contains mature content.
8 105 - In Serial32 Chapters
The Forest for the Trees
Quinn spun around the balls of her feet, trying to figure out where that wonderful smell was coming from. The scent of rich coffee and vanilla radiated from a single figure, overwhelming her senses and making the she-wolf dizzy. They locked eyes as they both whispered "mate" under their breath. Quinn then bolted in the opposite direction, so afraid of what would happen next. Being the only fat werewolf in the pack, she wanted to relish in the moment. She had a mate and wanted to prolong the inevitable rejection even for just a little while. But would he reject her?
8 124 - In Serial55 Chapters
Emma (1815)
Emma Woodhouse, aged 20 at the start of the novel, is a young, beautiful, witty, and privileged woman in Regency England. She lives on the fictional estate of Hartfield in Surrey in the village of Highbury with her elderly widowed father, a hypochondriac who is excessively concerned for the health and safety of his loved ones. Emma's friend and only critic is the gentlemanly George Knightley, her neighbour from the adjacent estate of Donwell, and the brother of her elder sister Isabella's husband, John. As the novel opens, Emma has just attended the wedding of Miss Taylor, her best friend and former governess. Having introduced Miss Taylor to her future husband, Mr. Weston, Emma takes credit for their marriage, and decides that she rather likes matchmaking.
8 55 - In Serial100 Chapters
The devil [1] (Lumity/the owl house Fanfiction)
•Only Season 1•This is FANFICTION•I like Lumity, how about you?•Also now going to AO3, but is still in work at the momentI flushed, my heart was racing as the music went on and he led the dance.I couldn't help myself but smile while I stared at his mask.I wanted to see his face.I've been yearning for him to take it off.Created by: D
8 155 - In Serial38 Chapters
The Mischievous Mrs. Maxfield
***The wrong girl is sometimes The Right One.*** Charlotte Samuels thought she'd be stuck waiting tables at Marlow's until all her debts are paid off-in about ten thousand years or so. She definitely didn't expect a marriage proposal from the arrogant Brandon Maxfield who was blackmailed by his father to make her his wife if he didn't want his least favorite cousin to run Maxfield Industries. Charlotte's instinct was to say HELL NO! but she's stumped by a few obstacles: 1.) His old man Martin Maxfield is dear to her heart and has been recently deteriorating in health. 2.) She gets a million dollars if she stays married to Brandon for a year. 3.) She would rather like the opportunity to teach the attractive but awfully rude man a few lessons he didn't think he needed from a 'teenage gold-digger' which was his term of endearment for her on their first date-er, business meeting. So what's a girl got to do, right? Sure, she's young and a little rough around the edges but there's something her would-be husband didn't know about her yet-she's nothing like he ever expected. Thrust into the glitzy world a standard-issue Mrs. Maxfield would fit perfectly and rule with impeccable social grace, Charlotte will either have to force herself into the mold or break free of it, risking what little she has left for everything that she can gain.*** Copyright © 2014 by Nina Tippett. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Nina Tippett. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Images, music and videos used in the cover art and any of the multimedia content posted in this story are the sole property of their respective owners.
8 346