- Noor's POV -

"Ladies and gentlemen! Our groom-to-be has gotten hasty, being unable to hold back, he's going to slide the ring on right away!" The host keeps announcing everything, freaking me out.

Yasir flips open the box, revealing a decent sized cushion-shaped ring. When I say decent sized, I mean it's huge. My jaw drops as I see the light shine off the ring, making is sparkle brighter than the stars.

"Noor." Yasir waits for me to extend my hand.

I reach out, only for him to scold me lightly. "Not your right hand!"

"Oh, s-sorry." I'm heavily distracted by that ring. I quickly extend my left hand. "That looks heavy, are you sure you want to give me this? What if I lose it?"

"I don't know. Do you want it?" He asks, almost playfully, while slipping the ring in halfway.

"Just slip it on. People are staring." I say out of feeling self conscious.

Once he slips on the ring, my hand feels heavier. Not in the sense that the stone is heavy [which is sort of is] but... it's some kind of emotional weight.

I stare at the ring while the guests applaud and cheer again. "You weren't joking about the ring." I say as I think back to our conversation in his office.

"I had to make sure I exceeded Omar's joke of a ring." He says as matter of fact.

I roll my eyes. "You do realize not everyone's as wealthy as you to be able to afford something like this?"

"So?" He takes my left hand to extend it to the cameras in front of us.

He leans down beside my ear, "Besides, I like showing you off as mine and this will bring much more attention to that fact." He says in a raspy, almost seductive tone, making me jump back a little.

"You need to stop messing with me like this, please." My voice cracks a little.

I don't know if that comment irked him but he takes a few steps away from me.

If I keep pushing him away, it'll be even worst. I need to stop acting so sensitive because I'm trying to have him either like me back or hate me so I can hate him too. And we all know I'd rather have the former rather than the latter.

But once I look around, I see why he put some space in between us.

Take a lucky guess who's still in the crowd, looking like she wants to murder me?

That's right, it's our favourite churail, Nadira.

She waves at me with a wicked smile on her face.

"This can't be good..." I say out loud, to myself.

"Noor! Let us see!" Farrah says loudly as she, parents from both sides and Ayesha makes their way towards us.

I put on a smile and show them the ring.

"My son has such a good taste." His mother smiles proudly.

"He chose the ring?" I ask, heavily interested.

Yasir's mother nods. "He insisted he wanted to choose the ring."

Ayesha and Farrah make the 'O' expression as Farrah says, "My, my, he had to make sure his bride didn't get anything less than a Khan level ring."

"Yasir, dear, would you mind—" His mother begins but is cut off.

"I'll be right back. Nadira and Shahid have been calling me for a while." He says as he leaves to walk towards her.

I don't see Shahid in sight.

His parents faces twist into an unapproved look while Ayesha and Farrah's expressions are bitter.

My parents are clueless and haven't noticed the sudden change in all four of their expressions or notice anything weird about Yasir wanting to talk to them.

"Has anyone seen Lateef?" I ask, breaking the tension.

"Yes, he had to go home because there's a big meeting he needs to prepare for." Yasir father explains.

"Oh, okay." He didn't even let me know before leaving. I barely even saw him during the event.

I send him a quick text: You could've at least said hi, let alone saying bye, before leaving. 😤 Lunch tomorrow?

He was quite against the whole matrimony with Yasir and I. I don't blame him for being upset. I'm sure he cares about both parties of this situation.

My eyes dart around the room for Yasir and when I couldn't find him, my heart sinks.

When did I catch feelings? Please, someone please let me know because I'm about to find a time travelling machine to make sure that moment never happened.

These feelings are becoming burdensome and plain annoying. I didn't ask to fall for Yasir.

"Are you okay, Noor dear?" Yasir's mother asks.

I nod. "Just a little tired."

She smiles, understanding. "You're going to have to get used to this! You'll be attending many more sophisticated gatherings like these from now on. You are a Khan now."

"Should be fun." I say in a playful sarcastic way.

She giggles, returning the sarcasm. "So much fun." But then a sudden sadness overcomes her for a moment. "Sometimes, these parties are the only places I get to spend time with my husband and son."

Note to self: plan more family time together so Yasir's very patient and loving mother can spend more time with all of us.

As Yasir's father introduced my family and myself to more guests, I hadn't seen Yasir for almost the rest of the night until... until I hear Farrah's quiet gasp as she looks across from me.

I'm really about to rip my heart out and throw it away if it doesn't stop liking Yasir at this very moment.

He looks a little disheveled. His hair out of place and the top button of his shirt unbuttoned. There's a tug of a smile on his lips and his mood looks unreadable but from the looks of it, it might mean he just had a good time.

Why does he look so attractive like this? I could be drooling staring at this man right about now.

Shut up, Noor. That's not the point.

The point is why does he look like as if he just had a session—

Oop! There goes my itty bitty, pathetic heart breaking into small pieces.

"There's no fucking way." Ayesha whispers.

"I will kill this man." Farrah whispers back.

"No, let me do the honours." I grit my teeth and my hands are formed into such tight fists that I thought my knuckles were going to rip out of my skin.

But then I think... if I lose my temper right now, my parents... his parents...

I just want to go home.

"Is it okay if I go home a little earlier? I can call an Uber." I ask because I know if I stay, I might pass out from emotional exhaustion.

"Yes, of course, dear. We'll have Yasir drive you." Yasir's mother says, as she looks around the room. "Perfect! He's on his way here."

"I'll be alright by—"

"Yes, I think that's a great idea. Your mother and I want to speak to a few guests before leaving." Abbu says as Amma hands me the house keys.

"I really will be okay—"

"What's going on?" Yasir comes up behind me.

"Nothing." I reply without turning back. "I'm trying to convince them that I'll be fine Ubering home. Let them know your wife isn't clueless." There's a hint of resentment in my voice.

"I can drop you off." He offers.

"No." I say sternly.

"Why not?" There's genuine confusion in his voice.

What's he confused about? Why is he so infuriating? Why would you offer to drop me off after getting all frisky with the woman I literally can burn alive with no regrets?

"Fine! Let's go. Right now!" My tone came out more aggressive than I intended it to be so I quickly switch it to my normal tone. "Thank you so much for tonight. I really appreciate this. This was more than what I would've imagined in my wildest dreams."

Yasir's parents' eyes light up and it honestly became such a sweet moment. They look so happy that they were able to make me happy. I could never hurt that image in their minds, I'm not cruel.

Ayesha and Farrah suggest I kick him where the sun doesn't shine and I take note because I will, I really will if it comes down to it.

The moment they all say goodbye and turn their backs to us, I stomp the hell out.

I don't even know where his car is but I just need a moment by myself before the car ride back with him.

"Noor!" Yasir calls out for me. "What's her problem?"

My problem?

Once I manage to lose him and get ahead of him by a few minutes, I stand at the entrance, waiting.

A few guests who were leaving, congratulated me. My awkward ass couldn't get any more awkwarder. I'm standing out even more in my puffy blue dress. I love this gown with all my heart, though. I just wish I was wearing it somewhere where I'd be a bit more happier.

"What if they did the nasty in the car?" I gag at the thought. "I should just Uber."

"What was the point of leaving me back there?" Yasir's voice interrupts my thoughts.

"Where's the car?" I ask, ignoring his question.

"Noor? Yasir? What a surprise." The voice is from non other than the bitch herself.

She looks a little tousled herself. Her hair out of place and her dress slightly wrinkled.

I'm about to knock her [and Yasir] the fuck out.

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- A/N -

• The ring as I imagine it:

• My summer school starts Monday and I'm trying my absolute best to get a few more chapters written, even if they are only outlines!

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