I know that I am late but what can I do. You know guys what is the most tiring thing is, it's being in a Desi joint family during Ramadan.

All you have to do is work,work and work. Ugghh.
Whatever.
So here's the new chapter guys. If you enjoyed reading this then don't forget to vote and comment.🙏

Enjooyy❤️

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Wafa's POV:

I am sitting on a bed with my red lehenga spreads all over the bed and my face covered with dupatta.

When I was getting married to that idiot I was not happy. I was doing that only for my family. Now that I'm married to Rayyan,Seema Khala's son, I'm feeling good.

I heard some commotion outside the room, I ignored it and removed my dupatta. I throw it on the couch kept in my room.

I've been sitting here for half-n-hour,and now I am hungry. I looked around the room in hope to get something to eat. 

Then I remembered I have chocolates in my bag. Getting up from the bed I started finding my handbag. 

After a few minutes I found it inside my suitcase. Taking out my chocolate bars I moved towards the bed and start eating after sitting on it.

Rayyan's POV:

Entering, I looked into the condition of my room. My room has never looked this messy in my 24 years of life. 

Clothes were sprawled on the floor from the suitcase. Dipa was thrown on the couch, chocolate wrappers were on the bed.

And there she is. My newly wedded wife was sitting on a bed and eating chocolate. She still has not noticed my presence.

“What are you doing” I asked her in loud voice, and she jumped on her place in fear. 

She frantically moved her head and when she noticed she stood up from the bed.

“I asked what are you doing” I asked her again.

“ I was hungry and I didn't get anything to eat I started eating chocolate.” She said in low voice.

“I see you're eating chocolate but why my room is looking so messy.” I asked her with a hint of irritation.

I like my room always clean and tidy. Even when I was in london, I never forgot to clean my room. And now seeing the mess in my room is triggering my irritation.

“Woo I was searching for my bag and it was in the suitcase.” she said meekly.

“Yeah what ever go change your clothes” I said and make myself comfortable on the bed.

She get inside the washroom and I started to clean my room. I put all her clothes again inside the suitcase and kept it in a corner. 

Then I picked the chocolate wrappers lying on floor and throw it in dustbin, fold her dupatta and put it on the couch.

Oh God,she is so messy. Even more than Arsh, how am I supposed to live with her.

Few minutes later she came out of the washroom wearing a light blue colour kurti paired with white trouser and white dupatta.

Her face is devoid of any sort of makeup, still she is looking beautiful. Her chubby smile is so cute.

I know it's to early to think like that but what can I do if she is this beautiful.

“Suniye” she said looking down at as I'm sitting on the bed.

“Boliye” I asked her.

This sounds so cliche like a 1900s movie when boy and girl meets for the first time for marriage.

“wo mujhe ek help chahiye thi” she said with a slight pout.

What help she need, she had changed her lehenga. She doesn't need help while changing her clothes, just like in serials.

(A/N: Rayyan miyan bohot tej ho rahe ho 😏😏)

Ugghh what the heck I'm thinking.

“yeah what help you need” I asked.

“Can you please help me with my hair. There are so many pins that I can't even see.” She said.

Ooh so she needs help with hair. 

(A/N: Hmmm tumhara hi dimag zyada chal Raha hai😒😒)

“yeah sure what I have to do” i asked her.

“help me to remove all the pins from my hair” she said and moved towards the dressing table and sit on the stool kept infront of it.

“hmm” I hummed and got up from the bed to stand behind her.

I looked at her hair and they are twisted in eachother I didn't know what this hairstyle means but they are pretty much tangled.

One by one I started removing pins from her hair.Until now she is sitting silently making different kind of faces.

Huh such a child…

After debating to myself I decided to ask the question which I wanted to ask from the time we were in car.

“Wafa if you dont mind can I ask you something” I asked her. 

“hmm puchiye” she said looking at me through mirror.

“don’t you think ki tumhe rona chahiye, matlab tumhara dulha baraat lekar nahi aaya” I questioned her.

“mein kyu rone lagi us bandar ke liye rona to use chahiye jo dahej ke liye mujh jaise haseen aur khubsurat ladki ko chhod diya huhh” She said with an angry expression which make her look more cute.

“aur jo tumhari shadi dusre ke saath ho gayi uska kya” I again questioned her,to which she looked at me.

“dusre se kahan aap se hi to hui hai” she said frowning.

Mentally slapping my forehead I again asked her “mera matlab ki mujhe to tum jaanti bhi nahi ho”

“aapko nahi jaanti to jaan lenge par aapke Ghar me to me sab ko jaanti ho, balki Ruhail bhai aur Noor ki wedding pe mein pura 1 week yahan pe thi” she excitedly told me.

“par pata agar meri shadi us bandar se hoti na to mujhe rona zarur aata” she said pouting.

“kyu” I asked her.

“kyuki me to use jaanti bhi nahi thi na ki us ke ghar walo ko, aur mujhe na wo thoda mental lagta tha puchiye kyu” she said and lastly raised her eyebrows.

“kyu” I asked her.

She signalled me with her to come at her level. I crouched down near her.

“Mein na usse do baar mili thi aur dono baar wo mujhe aise ghoorta hai jaise mein koi khane ki cheez hun” she told me like telling me some secret.

That bastard has an audacity to stare at her and then left her on the wedding day. This world is filled with these types of rascals.

While talking I accidentally pulled her hair with a pin.

“kya kar rahe hai bhai araam se karen” she said rubbing the area fof her head, and I looked at her in shock.

“what did you call me” I asked her.

“kuchh to nahi bola mene” she said with so much innocence.

“tumne mujhe bhai bola” I told her.

“haa to” she said looking confused.

“mein tumhara shohar hu tum mujhe bhai nahi bola sakti” I told her to make her understand.

“ooohh acha sorry sorry bhul gayi thi” she said and the sorry sound anything but sincere.

“Thik hai ab chalo sone ke liye”  I said and she also stood up from her place.

I thought that she would object about sleeping on same bed but she just laid down on the left side of bed. 

As I say it's real life not some indian daily soap. With that thought I also laid down to sleep.

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Ok that's it for today.
Bye bye.

What are your thoughts on this chapter and what you guys think about Rayyan, is he a green flag or red flag?? 🤔🤔

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