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Applying the coat of wine red lipstick, Minahil looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were glowing as the crimson color fell on her cheeks.
It was eid. Minahil wakes up early and got ready. She was very excited about Eid. She was planning everything for days. She was very excited to meet him on the special occasions of eid.
Minahil just twirled around and let out a light chuckle. She was wearing a tea pink color long anarkali frock with the matching churidar. She smiled and took her floral tea pink color dupatta. Her gaze fell on the set of chudiyan and she put it down her wrist.
She was looking so beautiful. Her long thick eyelashes were kissing her cheekbones. Her honey brown silky hair was curled in the front. Her cheeks were glowing. She was looking innocently beautiful that makes any man swoon over her beauty. And he was one of them.
Minahil left her room and a smile broke on her face seeing her baba.
"Assalamu alaikum baba," Minahil smiled and side hugged her father. His father pats her head and replied to her greeting.
"Eid Mubarak, meri bacchi. MashaAllah, aap kitni badi ho gai hai," Her Father smiled.
(My daughter. You are so grown up now)
His father gave her enveloped of eidi.
"Shukriya baba," Minahil smiled and went towards her brother.
(Thank you)
"Eid Mubarak. Hamari eidi kaha hai?" Minahil pouted to which he chuckled.
(Where is my eidi)
"Maine tumhari favorite watch order kardi hai. Shaam tak aa jaayegi," Azhar, her brother said making the smile etched on her lips.
(I ordered the watch you were drooling on. It will come in the evening)
Minahil went towards the kitchen and saw her mother. She greeted her mother and took a token of love.
"Mamma, sheer khurma bohot tasty hai," Minahil smiled at the delicious dessert.
(It's very tasty)
"MashaAllah, meri beti aaj kitni pyaari lag rahi. Allah nazre bad se bachaye. Ameen," Her mother kissed her forehead.
(My daughter is looking so beautiful today. May Allah protect you from evil eyes)
"Hame kuch kaam hai. Tum yahi par raho aur kheer band kar dena jab pak jaaye," Her mother to which Minahil let out a groan.
(I have some work to do. You can turn off the stove when it's properly cooked)
Minahil steered the spoon and bit her lips. After making sure the kheer is cooked well, she left the kitchen.
Minahil was lost in her thought that she didn't realize when she bumped into someone. She shut her eyes tightly while clutching his arms. His minty breath and masculine scent filled in her nostrils. She knew it was him. His hands were protectively wrapped around her waist saving her from falling.
But he didn't know that she had fallen for him long ago.
Harris was at Minahil house. He came to meet her.
"Aap yaha?" Minahil pulled away from him and lowered her gaze as she was feeling embarrassed.
(Why you are here)
Soch rahe honge ke mai leech ki tarah chipak gai, Minahil cursed herself.
(He must be thinking that I stuck to him like a leech)
"Kyu? Nahi aa sakta," Harris smirked leaning towards her.
(Why? I can't come here?)
"Aisi baat nahi hai," Minahil said as her heart was beating rapidly in his presence.
(It's not like that)
"Khala se milne aaya tha," He replied looking at her.
(I came to meet aunt)
Minahil cheeks flushed when she noticed him in the black salwar kameez. It looked so good on his muscular arms and broad shoulder. He trimmed his beard and his stubble jaw was clenched.
Harris was stunned by her beauty. She was so beautiful that he wants to stare at her. He loved the way her cheeks got flushed whenever he is near her. She was the noor of his life.
"Minahil," Harris said looking at her intently. His deep and raspy voice send shivers ran down her back.
"Jee," Minahil replied fidgeting with her fingers.
(Yes)
Harris took out an envelope and a small gift box for her.
"Eid Mubarak," He said forwarding the eidi towards her.
Minahil meekly nodded her head and greeted him back. His fingers lightly brushed with her causing tingles to appear in the pit of her stomach.
"Minahil, harris aaya hua hai aur tumne usse baithne ka nahi kaha," Her mother said as she noticed her nephew.
(Harris came and you didn't tell him to settle down)
"Harris baith jaaye," Minahil gritted her teeth.
(You can sit)
"Zara bhi tameez nahi bado se baat karne ki. Bhai bola karo tum," Her mother glared at her.
(You don't know how to talk to elders. You should call him brother)
Minahil knitted her eyebrows as her nose scrunched.
"Eid Mubarak, Khala," Harris smiled.
"Eid Mubarak. Maine tumhari pasand ki sevai banai hai. Mai abhi le kar aaye," Abida, her mother smiled and went to the kitchen.
(I made your favorite sevai. I will bring it for you)
Minahil was about to move towards her room as she was very excited to open the gift.
"Minahil," He stopped her by catching her wrist. Her cheeks flushed when she can felt his hot breath fanning on her neck.
"Jee," Minahil bit her lips slowly.
(Yes)
"Mujhe Bhai kahne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai. Itni izzat mujhe hazam nahi hogi," He said making her eyes widen.
(You don't need to call me brother. I won't be able to digest so much respect)
Does he feel something for me? Minahil thought.
Minahil nodded her head and he slowly let go of her hand all while staring at her.
His heart fluttered a bit when she passed him a small smile and left from there. Harris knew she was invading his mind, thoughts as well as heart.
Minahil locked the door of her room and leaned against the door. A smile broke on her face when she opened the gift he bought for her. It was the silver anklets. It was simple yet the most beautiful.
The little things he does to her heart.
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"I'm Minahil Shah. I have an appointment with Harris. He called me for an interview," Minahil smiled and informed his secretary.
"Mr. Harris was expecting you. He has an urgent meeting going at the moment. You can wait in the waiting room," She said to which minahil nodded her head.
Minahil tucked the stray of hair behind her ear as she sat in the waiting room. His company was very classy and elegant. Everything speaks professionalism. The color of the wall was beige grey and off-white color.
"Sweetheart tum yaha kya kar rahi ho? I wasn't expecting you," A voice startled her. She lifted her gaze and saw her childhood best friend Azlan.
(Sweetheart, what are you doing here)
"I am here for an interview. Aur tum yaha kab aaye? Aur tumne mujhe bataya bhi nahi," Minahil pouted to which he pulled her cheeks.
(And when you came here? You didn't even inform me)
"Darling, mujhe pata hai ke tum taras rahi thi mujhse milne ke liye. I joined two months ago and started working here," Azlan ruffled her hair and chuckled.
(I know that we're dying to meet me)
She knew very well that it was harmless flirting. He knew that she loathes this type of endearment. He used such words just to irritate her.
"Tum nahi sudhroge na?" Minahil chuckled and he shook his head.
(You won't change)
Azlan smiled and engulfed her in a bear hug.
They were childhood friends and practically grew up as siblings. They were always there for each other and Azlan was aware of the fact that she likes Harris. They always look out for each other and always have each other back.
"I was missing you a lot," Azlan smiled to which she let out a chuckle.
"Ek call nahi ki tumne aur kah rahe ho ke tum mujhe miss kar rahe the" Minahil pouted and smack his arms.
(You didn't even call me once and now you are telling me that you miss me)
"Badi zaalim aurat ho. Itne tez kon maarta hai," Azlan said in a dramatic tone rubbing his arms.
(You are a cruel man. Who hit so hard?)
Their conversation was interrupted by the footsteps coming towards them. Her throat bobbed when she noticed Harris giving them a deadly glare.
"What the fuck is happening here?" Harris raised his voice as his intimidating aura startled her.
Before Azlan could utter a word, Minahil defends him.
"Aap Azlan ko kuch mat kahiye. Unki koi galti nahi hai. Aur ramzan kya khatm ho gaya, aap phir se gande words use karne lag gaye," Minahil said in a displeased tone making him glare at her.
(Don't blame Azlan for anything. It's not his fault. And Ramadan just end and you start cursing)
"Minahil," Harris said to which she looked at him with wide eyes.
"In my office. Now," Harris said and moved away from there but not before giving Azlan a deadly glare.
Minahil was about to follow him when Azlan stopped her.
"So your Mr. Crush is extremely jealous of me. It will be fun," Azlan chuckled making the blood rushed to her cheeks.
"Aisa kuch nahi hai," Minahil averted her gaze while biting her inner cheeks.
(It's not like that)
"Aisa hi hai. Mai bataa raha hu ke wo tumhe bohot pasand karta hai. Shart lagaa lo. Agar ek hafte mai wo tumhe propose nahi kiya tou mera naam Azlan nahi," Azlan said making her eyes widen.
(It's like that. I can tell you that he likes you a lot. You can bet. If he didn't propose to you in a week then my name is not Azlan)
Her cheeks got flushed at the mere thought of him proposing to her.
"Dekh lenge," Minahil said and moved away from there controlling the urge to smile.
(We will see)
Only she knows how much her innocent heart was beating. She was unable to control the smile which was forming on her lips.
They were planning something. But God has a better plan.
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