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?
âSultan bro, stop it please,â Fawad, my best friend, pulled the glass out of my hand. âYouâre way too drunkâŚand no more vaping! That shitâs not good for you anyway.â
âShaâap,â I slurred. I was not out-of-my-mind drunk but just enough so that Fawad was stronger than me. âReturn the vape man, I need it.â
âNo,â he said firmly, throwing the device out of my reach. âYou need to drink some coffee and go to sleep. This isnât good for your health.â
âDoes it look like I care?â I retorted. âThat woman literally insulted my existence and walked awayâŚwhy the heck should I even care about my health?â
âYou know thereâs no connection between what youâre saying,â Fawad replied, rolling his eyes. âCome on, lets get some coffee in your system, youâre hammered.â
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.
âFawad,â I had started to formulate a plan in my mind. âWhenâs that media house launch?â
âTomorrow. Why?â
A sly smile spread across my face, âImma get Nageen there.â
âWhat? Are you out of your damn mind?â
âNope.â I said, popping the p. âShe 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.â
âYouâve lost your mind Sultan. Snap out of it now.â
âNope. This way sheâs going to be around me and will have to talk to me.â
Fawad sighed soundly, placing his head in his palms, âBro 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?â
I was busy typing a message to my assistant to get this arrangement done, âBecause thereâs something different about her.â
âThatâs called rudeness. Sultan what if sheâs playing you?â
I grinned at the phone, seeing that the work was done. âThen sheâll pay.â
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âNageen, you couldâve 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?â My roommate Saira passed me her phone.
I smirked, âI know who he is.â
âThen whatâs with the rudeness? You can pay a heavy price for that, you know?â Saira said, looking confused.
âI know men like Sultan Durrani and what they could do for girls like me. You think I donât want him?â
âThatâs the way youâre projecting it!â
âYouâre wrong,â I giggled. âMen like Sultan can tolerate everything except rudeness. Heâs going to want to change my mind in regards to him and will chase me around for that. I will say yesâŚbut only when heâs a 100% committed to me.â
âHeâd be committed any way!â
âYou have a lot to learn,â I told her. âSee 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 Iâve reached my position of domination.â
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âMom this dress isnât right!â I groaned, throwing it back into the pile. âIt has to be something Sultan loves.â
âOkay whatâs his favourite colour?â 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.
âBlack. But thereâs not one good black outfit here! How am I to grab his attention tomorrow night?â
âNarmeen, patience darling. Here what about this?â 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.
âMumma!â I exclaimed. âThis is it! Oh my, this might work after all!â
âMy sweet pretty child. Sultan is yours and he will be your husband. Itâs just time to win his heart okay?â
âIâm good enough right, mumma?â I asked her. âFor him?â
My mother smiled, hugging me, âYouâre a Durrani my darling, donât you forget that. And youâll look so stunning tomorrow that Sultan wonât be able to take his eyes off you. Remember he is taking you with him, so itâs a date.â
I could feel the uncertainty rising in my system but chose to ignore it. For all I had to do was win Sultanâs heartâŚ
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âNoora! You canât wear this!â I huffed as my PR manager, Jiah, put my outfit of choice back on the hanger. âThis isnât UK okay? Get something with sleeves.â
âFine. This sucks man,â I said, rummaging through my outfits yet again. âI canât wear half of my stuff here.â
âWell when you get back home you can.â
âThatâs after two years!â
âSweetie jus deal with it.â
âUrghâŚâ I picked out a red number from the back of my closet. âSeems like we have a winner.â The outfit in question was a beautiful silk full sleeve fitted gown with a modest but sexy boat neck.
Jiah grinned, âOh yes you can work this for sure!â
âCools.â I said on the couch, closing my eyes. âWho all do I expect to see tomorrow?â
âLots of faces. In particular I am going to introduce you to the Durrani family.â
âAnd they areâŚ?â
âThe definition of elite in Pakistan! Durranis have been a part of politics and the business world for years. Iâm 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.â
âSultan Durrani? Now where have I heard that name?â
âIn that list you were seeing the other day. The Rich and Elite of Pakistan,â Jiah opened the article and passed it to me. And sure enough there he was, looking sharp and striking.
âThatâs one good looking man,â I commented. âWonder how many ladies are after him.â
âYou donât wanna know,â Jiah grinned. âRumour has it that his cousin Narmeen is interested in tying him doing but Sultan doesnât give a damn.â
âOuch. But I canât blame her. Have you looked at him?â I laughed.
Jiahâs eyes narrowed, âWhy, do you want him, Noora?â
âGeez no!â I snorted. âDo you not know me till now? If I see something or someone worth praising then I will. And Sultan is good looking.â
âWell if you change your mindâŚâ
âFor the love ofâŚyou know that I think very highly of romantic relationships and if it were just a personâs appearance that would make me fall in love, then you do know the number of men I wouldâve dated.â
âI know, calm down,â Jiah replied. âJust saying I wouldnât say no to that.â
âWhatever youâll get to see him tomorrow anyway.â
âBesides this, are you excited for the party?â She asked me.
âYeah it should be funâŚnot that itâs gonna be life-altering or anything!â