Hello everyone!
I'm back with part 2. ThankYou all for your mindblowing reviews. Atleast my mind blew. 😃
I yeah, I wanted you to know that this Two-Shot has been converted to I-Donno-How-Many Shots. Exams from Sunday. So I couldn't write all what I planned to in this part. 😒
I'm sorry but I won't be posting anything for the next two weeks. It's killing me, but please try to understand. 😭
So yeah @Kitik_MKB, intensity will still have to wait as final part is yet to come, I'm sorry.
New Characters introduced. Here they are.
One Princess: Najma.
And One Chudail: Haseena Bi.
QH fans, I can see you guys smiling and fuming at the same time. Kuch hua hai kya? 😆
I HOPE YOU'VE READ MY NOTE AND SEEN ZAYA'S OUTFITS.
IF NOT THEN READ THE NOTE HERE AND SEE THE OUTFITS HERE.
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The engagement went on in full swing.
Ring ceremony was almost over.
"Ab bacha hai ek stupid sa dance aur phir khana. Phir finally ghar jaa paungi." Aaliya muttered to herself.
"Kya hua Appi? Ghar jaane ki itni jaldi. Aapko to yeh sab occasions bahut pasand hain.Jeeju ki yaad aa rahi hai?" Najma, her 20 year old cousin, teased her.
"Chup kar varna doongi ek! I'm tired and sleepy, that's all." Aaliya tried to cover up.
"Oh My God! Aapppiii!!!" Najma shrieked.
***
"Appii!! Arey woh dekhiye!" she cried.
"Kya hua? Tum paagal kyu ho rahi ho?" I asked confused.
"Oh My God Aapi! Zara peeche palat ke to dekhiye." She was literally screaming now.
"Peeche? Arey suno to--" And then she ran. What the hell is up?
And then I heard a voice. A deep baritone. And I knew it was him.
"Palat."
I froze.
"Tera dhiyaan kidhar hai. yeh tera Hero idhar hai." He sang hitting his shoulder with mine.
I looked at him. And Oh My, Khuda ne badi fursat se banaya hai ise. The human form of Adonis has come down on Earth and--
And I just realized that I was gawking at him. I composed myself.
"Hero? Shakal dekhi hai apni?" I said.
"Nahi. Try kiya tha bahot baar. But mirrors break when I stand in front of them. They just can't stand my hotness."
"Maybe they just can't stand you! Zero ho tum. A big ZERO!" I said, making a big O in the air dramatically.
"Chaliye Jeeju, Appi! On the dance floor." And here comes Najma again.
"D-dance? Yeh dance wance mein nahi kar sakta hoon." Zain stuttered.
"Haan sahi kaha isne. Nahi kar payega, bechara. Useless ki ek number ka. Mein chaloongi." I started to go.
"Arey aise kaise nahin? Newspaper dance hai. Aana to aap dono ko padeg--"
"Newspaper dance?!" Zain asked, surprised. And his eyes held a very smug look.
"Haan! Jaldi kariye ek hi newspaper bacha hai. Sabne positions le li hain. Arey Zain Jeeju! Haseena Bi! Haseena Bi jaa rahi hain newspaper ki taraf!" Najma screamed.
"Bhaiseena Bi, you mean. Ye fit kaise aayegi us newspaper par?"
"Time waste mat kariye aur jaiyeee. Jaldiii!"
I felt a tug on my hand and the next thing I knew I was flying behind Zain, who was weaving his way through the crowd and rushing towards that lone newspaper which lay on the floor.
"Zain! Chodo mujhe." I shrieked.
"Mamu Ki Bhanji, Chup karo!."
He pushed me towards the newspaper. I stopped just in time or I would've collided into Bhaisee--ahem--Haseena Bi. But I doubt that would've done any damage to her. I mean, come on, look at her size!
I looked down. Both of us had one foot on the newspaper.
"Aye ladki? Tum yahan khadi khadi mera figure nihaar rahi ho? Chalo hato yahaan se. Mein aayi thi pehle." She said in her so-very-irritating voice.
I gladly stepped behind. Who even wants to dance with this Kikit?
"Ji, Bhaiseen--" I started. Zain coughed.
"Oh, oh I mean Haseena Bi. Kariye aap dance. Lekin..partner..? I asked confused.
"Arey partnero ki mere liye kaunsi kami hai? Mein itni Nazuk ki Kali, mujhpe toh hazaro marte hain." she said dramtically.
And then her eyes fell on Zain.
Her eyes widened.
And mine narrowed.
"Mil gaya!" She ran towards him and grabbed his arm.
"Partner mil gaya! Tum banoge na mere partner?" She asked him sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes.
My mouth dropped open. This Moti Aunty Ji is flirting with my husband!
"Excuse me! Ye mere shauhar hain!." I grabbed Zain by his elbow and pulled him. He held my pallu and cowered behind me. He's so adorable sometimes.
"Haan toh?" She pulled him back. "Dance karne ko keh rahi hoon, Nikaah nahi!"
Allah! The audacity of this woman.
"Mere shauhar hain." I pulled him back.
"Toh dance bhi mere hi saath karenge." I looped by arms around his neck.
"Hai na?" I looked at him.
With his eyes full of mischief he snaked his hands around my waist and pulled me flush against him.
"Sure." he said in his throaty voice.
"Lekin mein--" Haseena Bi started again.
But was thankfully inturrpted by Najma.
"Haseena Bi! Aap yahan kya kar rahi hain? Ye dekhiye mein aapke liye kya layi hoon?" She removed a big box from behind her back.
"Yeh kya hai?" Haseena Bi opened the box.
"Haye Allah! Banarsi Das ke laddu! Itne saare woh bhi?!" she shouted.
"Ji. Sirf aapke liye. 3 kilo kaafi honge na? Jaiye jaiye, jaakar kahin aaram se kha lijiye." Najma said, somehow shooing her away.
"Okay bye! Ab mein chalti hoon." Najma winked at us and left.
"Oh Thank God!" I breathed.
I looked at Zain and realised the intimacy of our position. I pushed him away.
"Jealous, Mrs. Abdullah?" he smirked.
"Jealous my foot! Tumhe bachane ke liye kiya tha." I shot back.
"Okay Ladies and Gentlemen!" A voice boomed from the speakers.
"Positions! Sab couples newspaper pe khade ho jaye.
" Yes, yes. Aur Bride and her Groom, haan , aap dono center waale newspaper pe.
"Okay, toh Rules are simple. Each pair stands on the newspaper. As soon as the music is turned on, you have to dance as best as possible on the newspaper. After some time, the music stops and the newspaper is to be folded in half. Then, the music and dancing starts again. Each time the paper has to be folded. The couple which survives till the last fold wins the game! But remember, you are not supposed to touch the floor at all. So let's begin!"
***
The music started. The lights dimmed. And the dances began.
She raised one hand to his shoulder and he held the other in his. Aaliya tried to maintain as much distance between her and Zain as possible. And Zain let her.
After all, the music will stop, and the paper will be folded. She can't stay far away from him for long.
Kab tak bhagogi, Mamu Ki Bhanji? You belong to me. And me, you. He thought to himself, smiling.
It was going to be a long night.
And he was ready to spend it, by her side.
***
Tada! Ho gaya!
I know not much in this part.
Next update InshaAllah will be on 14th. Pakka Promise! I know it's late but exams! 😭
Please try to understand. I'm sorry.
Abhi bhi I was supposed to study. Infact, I've taken a study leave today. And look what I'm doing. 😛
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Edited by SabrinaMalik - 11 years ago
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