Part5
956 Words
4 days later,
Myra's pov
"Doll today, the Kapoors are throwing a party here because they finally got the deal," mom said as she entered the room.
"So what will I do?" I asked in a duh tone while applying nail paint.
"They invited us," she said.
"Ooh accha toh, you can go mom, I am not stopping you." I replied, while my concentration was on my nails.
"Urghhh doll, you are coming with us." I so knew it.
I looked at her and asked "and why do you think so?"
"Because I am your mother," she said, and I chuckled.
"Come on, mom, stop acting like an Indian mother," I told her.
"Myra Reddy "I'm Indian, and you are, too," I said with a tight-lipped smile.
"But I am not coming," I said.
"You have to do it, and this is your outfit," she said, and forwarded me a bag.
"Myra, please come with us...and even you will have the opportunity to meet with Zain," mom said, much to my chagrin.
I said, "I am not interested in meeting my so-called husband, mom." I said, "Well, I am a little bit interested also."
"We are going and it's final," she said and left.
Aayiappa please, I don't want any chimpu as my husband.
I fell back on the bed and started using my phone.
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Zain 's pov.
"Bro bhabhi is coming tonight for a party," Diya said excitedly, stepping inside my room.
I asked her where your manners were, Miss Kapoor, you forgot to knock on the door. I looked at her and she made a face.
My pupils dilated...
"Diya behave!" I glared at her.
"Sorry," she said innocently as she sat beside me.
"Accha bro, so I was saying that she was coming today," she said once again.
Why is she so excited?
So what will I do? "Dance karu (should I dance )" I am frustrated now.
"You can dance, bro, who is stopping you?" she said in a duh tone.
I said gritting my teeth. "Diya baby, please kindly leave my room."
"Yeah, yeah, I am going." She rolled her eyes at me and left..
I sat down on the bed and closed my eyes...she'll be here today!!So what? She can come. What is the problem with that? She is invited here.. so why am I thinking about her? Urghhhhh ..
I stood up and went to my gym room.
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in the evening
Myra's POV..
I wore a dress that my mother had given to me. Wow, I look lovely.I tied my hair in a bun and did a minimal amount of makeup... I applied winged eyeliner and blood red lipstick. I highlighted my collarbone a little bit as my dress is off-shoulder. I sprayed some perfume.
I wore my high heels and twirled. I complimented myself and clicked some pictures of "Pretty Myra."
Mom really chose the best dress for me...
I took my Gucci sling and my phone and left my room.
"Mom and dad, I'm ready," I exclaimed as I descended the stairs.
"Pretty princess," Dad complimented, and I smiled. "Even though you're looking good, dad."
"Beautiful," mom said, and I gave her a flying kiss... "thank you, pretty momma."
"Everyone looks beautiful after doing makeup," Rishabh said, and I made a face.
"You are wearing a branded tuxedo, but you are still looking like a fool," I snapped back at him.
"If you both are done, so shall we." Dad asked and I nodded.
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We stepped inside the mansion.. wow, it's impressive. They have nice mansions here...
"Finally you all are here." I heard Mihika aunty urf my sasumom's voice as she walked towards us with Jayant uncle.
"You are looking so beautiful, Myra," Mihika Aunty complimented.
"Thank you, aunty." I thanked her and she started talking with Mom and Dad.
This party is so boring. I so freaking hate business parties.
"Bhabhi," I heard a loud squeal...
Why bhabhi, why ?
I turned towards her and she hugged me. "You are looking so hot, bhabhi."
I smiled and said, "Thank you, baby, even though you are looking pretty." She smiled.
"Dii woh mein." Rishabh stopped and looked at Diya, widening his eyes, while Diya smiled at him.
"Back to earth, Rishabh," I said into his ear, pinching his arm.
He cleared his throat. "Hiii, I am Rishabh," he put his hand forward.
"Not interested," she said in a duh tone, and I laughed out loud.
"Bhabhi, come with me na," Diya dragged me along, and I cast a pitying glance at Rishabh.
"Bhabhi, try this, it's so awesome," Diya said, giving me a glass of lemon mojito.
"It's one of my favorites," I said, taking a sip of mojito. She took apple soda for herself.
"Myra, come here," mom said, and we walked over to them.
I went to my mom, where my in-laws were also standing, and also a guy was standing there whose back was facing me..
"Myra, meet my son Zain Kapoor," said Nevika Aunty.. He turned and my eyes widened..
"YOU!" we both shouted in unison, and the glass of mojito fell from my hand.
"You both already know each other," mom and Sasumom asked us together.
While I was completely shocked.
"Who is he, mom?" I asked mom.
"Your to-be husband, Zain Kapoor," mom said to me.
"And she is your future wife, Myra Zain Kapoor," Sasumom explained.
No no no, this can't happen I think I am dreaming. This is a bad dream. no no, this is a nightmare. I want to wake up from this nightmare.
"She can't be my wife" and " he can't be my husband" we both shouted in unison.
to be continued.
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