Our first conversation

                                    

                                          

Author's P. O. V
While everyone was busy in chit chatting, Zayaan and Fabiha were stealing glances with each other. Little did they know that their actions were getting caught by a person. Yes, it was none other than Zeshan. Seeing his brothers action, he was laughing soft and quietly. After a few more glances, Zeshan cleared his throat and said, "Well, everyone I think that we should let the couple spend some time alone. What do you say?" The elders started saying "Yeah yeah, they should." Fabiha's mother stood up and said, "Ma, take him to your room. Show him, how beautifully you have arranged your balcony. Go." Fabiha didn’t like the idea. Cause she doesn’t like that strangers will go to her room or her balcony. She was trying to convince her mother by making faces, but the death glare she received from her mother made her quite . She slowly got up, seeing her standing Zayaan also stood up. They made their way to the  balcony.
In the balcony (Zayaan's P. O. V)
As soon as I entered the balcony, I handed her a bouquet of Lilies. Bhai (big brother) bought them, so that I can gift her something. She accepted my gift which surprised me. And I could see she became happy after getting those flowers. That's kinda shocking. Cause most of the girls I dated always hated flowers as a gift. They always wanted expensive things. I thought that she'll be the same. But, guess she proved me wrong. "Thanks for the flowers" she said in a sweet pleasing voice. "Mention not." I answered simply. "Why did you buy lilies?" she asked. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You don’t like lilies or something?" I further asked. "No, I like all types of flowers. It's just this that everyone buys roses not lilies. So that's why I asked that." she said. "Oh, well because lilies symbolizes purity. That's why." It also symbolizes virginity, but if I say this to her maybe she'll just throw me out of the balcony. So to save my life I'll just keep it short. Simple. "Impressive. So what should I call you?" she asked.I got confused so i turned to her. She understood it and said, "I meant that will it be ok if I call you by your name?" "Oh, you can call me whatever you like." I said. "Then I'll call you bastard. Will it be ok?" she asked.

"What? Are you out of your mind?" I asked. "Well, you just told me to call you whatever I like. So I did." she said mockingly. "You know what just call me Zayaan." I said. "Ok... So Zayaan tell me, do you know how to cook?" she asked. "Seriously?? I should be the one to ask you that." I said. "Which year are you living, huh? It's 2023!" she said. "So?" I questioned. "Well I think it's time to change your mind. Cause I am not gonna cook for you or your family." she said furiously. "Why do you need to cook? When we have a lot of maids to do that." I was trying to explain the situation to her. She looked at me as if she expected something like. We both remained silent.
After a while she broke the silence and asked, "Do you read books?" excitedly. "No. Why?" I replied.  "You just sounded like fictional mafia leaders who burn down the world for their lady. That's why." she said.
 "To be honest, I really hate cheating or copying. So whatever I sprouted earlier was my own invention. Thank you." "Argh, you’re so boring." she commented. "Well, I am not open with everyone. So its normal for me being boring. And by the way you’re also no fun." I said. "Who the hell are you that I need to entertain you? It's only reserved for my dears ones." she said. "Dear ones. Ok. So let me make one thing clear, you’ll need to break-up with your boyfriend at least 1 month before our wedding.  And let me make one thing clear, I don’t like sharing." I said. "Says a middle child" she said while giggling. 
Author's P. O. V
They both chatted with each other for a while when Fabiha's mother came to them and told them to come to the living room. They both went to the living room. The elders saw them and told then to take a seat. 
"So when you guys were away, we discussed about your wedding date. And after a few discussion and considering your university and office, we have fixed a date for your wedding." Fabiha's father said. Fabiha and Zayaan's breathe became heavier, their hearts were beating faster than flash could run. They both started sweating. "Let me announce the dates." Mr. Fadel said. "Yeah, sure. Go ahead." Fabiha's father said.  "So your wedding is gonna held next month. Take your preparations. It be held on 10th of xx." Mr. Fadel said. Everyone was clapping exchanging wishes and sweets. While Fabiha and Zayaan were seated still. They were still trying to calculate the situation. 
A few moments later 
Zayaan's family were about leave. Before leaving Zayaan's mother came to Fabiha gave her a warm hug and a bundle of 50 taka as her salaami (It's a Bangladeshi tradition, groom's mother gives some amount of cash to the bride as a token of acceptance, love, and welcome). 
"We will get along well, I hope." Mrs. Fadel said. Fabiha gave a polite smile and said, "Yes, we will." And then Zayaan's family left 



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