Zaina Aziz is the popular high school girl. She may have the charisma of a mean girl but breaking the stereotypes she is also an academic weapon. That is until the new, quiet boy, Aariz Sheikh takes her place. From there, it is a cut-throat competit...
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"Kiara I actually don't remember." I answered getting ready for the wedding evening as Kiara dumped her questions on me after I had just finished telling her whatever I remembered. I clearly remembered my breakdown in front of Aariz. But after we went to his room, nothing much.
"What I still don't get it is, how did you get intoxicated? I'm telling you someone drugged you." Kiara gave one of those seventy theories.
"I really dont know and I don't want to think about these anymore. I just want to enjoy the function tonight like I should have from the beginning. It's my brother's wedding and seeing the looks of it, it's going to be the first and last time too." I answered with a strong determination.
Zain bhaia had called me on the night of the Mehendi evening and when I checked my call logs from last night, there had been 30 missed calls from him. A few more from the rest of my cousins, including Kiara, I had gotten her worried too. Alizeh bhabi had also left me a text saying she covered up for me in front of everyone by saying, I was busy in some last moment interview for the Masters Program I had applied for. So I should go with that story if anybody asked.
"What's in that bag?" Kiara questioned as I got out with a shopping bag.
"Aariz's clothes." I replied. The bag contained Aariz's t-shirt and sweatpants he had let me borrow. I had gotten them washed at the laundry to return it. He would definitely mind if I did not return it because what I wanted didn't matter anymore.
I was so focused on Aariz I hadn't even noticed how the wedding functions passed by. But better late than never.
••• WEDDING FUNCTION AESTHETIC
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"We will accept nothing less." Shayra's voice was loud and clear as she argued with Kabir regarding the gate token money. It was ritual for the groom to pay up the bride's cousins and friends to let him pass the gate while the groom's side tried to negotiate their demands. Aariz stood beside Shayra holding the ribbon so that we could not barge in.
