Here's the first chapter of the new Deewangi fanfiction! Its going to deviate completely from the show but will have many of the OG characters.
Remainder: Sultan's gonna have a new romantic interest, you meet her in this chapter itself.
This chapter has mixed viewpoints but to maintain the mystery I haven't stated who's is who. Its structured easy enough for you to figure out that though.
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Chapter 1
Rage coursed in my veins, burning my skin. Venom seemed to be dripping on my heart, seemingly melting the walls. The vape smoke did not do anything to curb my anger, neither did the alcohol. As I staggered and threw myself on the couch, only one name was playing in my head repeatedly.
Nageen. Nageen. Nageen.
It was as if my brain was mocking me for losing. Laughing at me that despite my natural skill to woo women, I could not get this one to even talk to me. She easily looked down upon me, refused to talk and threw her callous attitude in my face. What was I, Roadside Romeo? Yes I did behave like one, staying out in the rain all night, but did I deserve the treatment she gave me?
‘Sultan bro, stop it please,’ Fawad, my best friend, pulled the glass out of my hand. ‘You’re way too drunk…and no more vaping! That shit’s not good for you anyway.’
‘Sha’ap,’ I slurred. I was not out-of-my-mind drunk but just enough so that Fawad was stronger than me. ‘Return the vape man, I need it.’
‘No,’ he said firmly, throwing the device out of my reach. ‘You need to drink some coffee and go to sleep. This isn’t good for your health.’
‘Does it look like I care?’ I retorted. ‘That woman literally insulted my existence and walked away…why the heck should I even care about my health?’
‘You know there’s no connection between what you’re saying,’ Fawad replied, rolling his eyes. ‘Come on, lets get some coffee in your system, you’re hammered.’
The strong brew managed to take away the wooziness, but the pain still lingered. I had to do something about it, I just had to.
‘Fawad,’ I had started to formulate a plan in my mind. ‘When’s that media house launch?’
‘Tomorrow. Why?’
A sly smile spread across my face, ‘Imma get Nageen there.’
‘What? Are you out of your damn mind?’
‘Nope.’ I said, popping the p. ‘She is a hostess right? So I will pay the company she works for more than enough so that she and her few friends can be hostesses at the party.’
‘You’ve lost your mind Sultan. Snap out of it now.’
‘Nope. This way she’s going to be around me and will have to talk to me.’
Fawad sighed soundly, placing his head in his palms, ‘Bro you gotta understand, there are way too many girls out there, some who even match your standard. Why are you so adamant on this one?’
I was busy typing a message to my assistant to get this arrangement done, ‘Because there’s something different about her.’
‘That’s called rudeness. Sultan what if she’s playing you?’
I grinned at the phone, seeing that the work was done. ‘Then she’ll pay.’
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‘Nageen, you could’ve heard what he had to say. The Durrani name is elite in Pakistan and Sultan is the most eligible bachelor. Did you see his Instagram?’ My roommate Saira passed me her phone.
I smirked, ‘I know who he is.’
‘Then what’s with the rudeness? You can pay a heavy price for that, you know?’ Saira said, looking confused.
‘I know men like Sultan Durrani and what they could do for girls like me. You think I don’t want him?’
‘That’s the way you’re projecting it!’
‘You’re wrong,’ I giggled. ‘Men like Sultan can tolerate everything except rudeness. He’s going to want to change my mind in regards to him and will chase me around for that. I will say yes…but only when he’s a 100% committed to me.’
‘He’d be committed any way!’
‘You have a lot to learn,’ I told her. ‘See the serving job we got for the party? Definitely done by Sultan. Just wait and watch. I will be the next Mrs. Durrani, but not until I’ve reached my position of domination.’
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‘Mom this dress isn’t right!’ I groaned, throwing it back into the pile. ‘It has to be something Sultan loves.’
‘Okay what’s his favourite colour?’ My mother asked me, trying to find a place to sit on my bed which was currently covered with every piece of couture I owned.
‘Black. But there’s not one good black outfit here! How am I to grab his attention tomorrow night?’
‘Narmeen, patience darling. Here what about this?’ My mother passed me a black gown I had supposedly missed. The cuts and silhouettes seemed apt, so did the fitting. This could, with my makeup and accessories, be perfect.
‘Mumma!’ I exclaimed. ‘This is it! Oh my, this might work after all!’
‘My sweet pretty child. Sultan is yours and he will be your husband. It’s just time to win his heart okay?’
‘I’m good enough right, mumma?’ I asked her. ‘For him?’
My mother smiled, hugging me, ‘You’re a Durrani my darling, don’t you forget that. And you’ll look so stunning tomorrow that Sultan won’t be able to take his eyes off you. Remember he is taking you with him, so it’s a date.’
I could feel the uncertainty rising in my system but chose to ignore it. For all I had to do was win Sultan’s heart…
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‘Noora! You can’t wear this!’ I huffed as my PR manager, Jiah, put my outfit of choice back on the hanger. ‘This isn’t UK okay? Get something with sleeves.’
‘Fine. This sucks man,’ I said, rummaging through my outfits yet again. ‘I can’t wear half of my stuff here.’
‘Well when you get back home you can.’
‘That’s after two years!’
‘Sweetie jus deal with it.’
‘Urgh…’ I picked out a red number from the back of my closet. ‘Seems like we have a winner.’ The outfit in question was a beautiful silk full sleeve fitted gown with a modest but sexy boat neck.
Jiah grinned, ‘Oh yes you can work this for sure!’
‘Cools.’ I said on the couch, closing my eyes. ‘Who all do I expect to see tomorrow?’
‘Lots of faces. In particular I am going to introduce you to the Durrani family.’
‘And they are…?’
‘The definition of elite in Pakistan! Durranis have been a part of politics and the business world for years. I’m not going into details regarding their extended family members, but right now the known faces are Mujadad Durrani and his daughter Narmeen, and business tycoon Sultan Durrani.’
‘Sultan Durrani? Now where have I heard that name?’
‘In that list you were seeing the other day. The Rich and Elite of Pakistan,’ Jiah opened the article and passed it to me. And sure enough there he was, looking sharp and striking.
‘That’s one good looking man,’ I commented. ‘Wonder how many ladies are after him.’
‘You don’t wanna know,’ Jiah grinned. ‘Rumour has it that his cousin Narmeen is interested in tying him doing but Sultan doesn’t give a damn.’
‘Ouch. But I can’t blame her. Have you looked at him?’ I laughed.
Jiah’s eyes narrowed, ‘Why, do you want him, Noora?’
‘Geez no!’ I snorted. ‘Do you not know me till now? If I see something or someone worth praising then I will. And Sultan is good looking.’
‘Well if you change your mind…’
‘For the love of…you know that I think very highly of romantic relationships and if it were just a person’s appearance that would make me fall in love, then you do know the number of men I would’ve dated.’
‘I know, calm down,’ Jiah replied. ‘Just saying I wouldn’t say no to that.’
‘Whatever you’ll get to see him tomorrow anyway.’
‘Besides this, are you excited for the party?’ She asked me.
‘Yeah it should be fun…not that it’s gonna be life-altering or anything!’