Like a strange dream, I found myself starting the rituals of marriage with Zoya. I kept reminding her (and myself) that this is temporary, just until Ammi's health improves, but it's starting to ring hollow in my own ears.
She looked lovely tonight. Blue made her look out of this world. Somehow the troublesome, noisy and annoying girl turned into this gorgeous butterfly that took my breath away. She smelt of roses. I couldn't help myself, the scent enveloped me like a spell.
She looked nervous, breathless, speechless too. As I untied the dupatta stuck to my cuff, we stood in silence, bound by the spell.
I'm a little unnerved by these new overwhelming sensations. I think it made me a little angry too.
I know I shouldn't have shouted at her about the mix-up of Tanveer's blood samples. If I had thought a little rationally, her prank wouldn't have made any sense at all. But I had trampled all over her feelings, again.
I didn't mean to Zoya... i'm sorry...
Mitwa... Ishq Pe Zor Nahin...
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