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IF there was one thing Aaira hates the most in this world it is an Asian wedding. The glamour that is shown is nothing how they usually are. They are unnecessarily stressful and bitter. At least, that is what she always sees. In one way or another, some people will go to any length to judge, comment, and ruin the day for the bride.

By. All. Means.

She is not even joking she has been to so many marriages over the twenty-two years of her life that she can pick the people who will cause trouble and know exactly what they will do for it.

Another reason for the hate is to constantly be asked about her plan for 'settling down'. She had on impulse asked a few people what they mean by that, and the answers were:

1- to have a male presence in your life, especially for the life she leads.

2- to have a secure future.

3- to have someone to support her financially (in future when she is doomed).

4- to have children early so they can be old enough to take care of her when she is old.

5- lastly, to correct the ways of her living.

Discrimination. Toxic. Racist. Patriarchal.

She can describe her wedding experience in those four words. Hence, she hates weddings. She will rather sit at her home with her female Persian cat (now 4 years old) instead of at these weddings.

Why is she attending these weddings with her obvious hate?

Some or most are for business relationships and others are for her close friend. Not that she has many. In the world that she lives in the only way to survive is to not let anyone come close to her. The more they know the higher the chances of them using it against you.

Aaira will let the world see her as the perfect doll instead of ever allowing them into the place where she lives alone in.

Anyways, back to when she was whining about weddings. She was doing her absolute best to not come in anyone's way and to hide in a little corner she managed to find as soon as she arrived. Up until a few hours in she has been very successful in securing the perimeter. No worries so far.

She jinxes it.

Literally.

Her friend- Hanifa (the bride) was now calling her. This number is also for specific people and not many know about it.

Dammit.

"Hey Hanifa, what's up?" She winces at how fake her voice sounds even to her

"Do not, what's up with me, Aaira Rehaan Khan". Hanifa fumed and she knows that Hanifa is upset because she (Hanifa) her full name making her wince , "You are the only person who knows how to look perfect and I requested quite literally that my one and only friend should be with me throughout and help me ease at times yet I have not seen you once".

There was this thing about Hanifa. She exaggerates and worries too much. If she was honest if a person is getting married why will they be nervous for? Shouldn't they be at ease? What even causes anxiety?

To answer those questions a simple answer is; people. Because of how they behave and how the future people you are going to live with might behave makes you anxious.

If and she means IF she ever were to marry a man, she will make sure she is not anxious. That she enjoys with only people who she cares for and who care about her. To not bring unnecessary people that cause disaster for no reason. For sure, she won't even find a man who will ever understand her ways of living.

There is no such man alive. She has seen enough to know.

That is not important she reminded herself. What is important is to reach her friend before she goes into cardiac arrest. She rushes past the guests so that no one can stop her when she bumped into someone causing a groan to escape her when her head hit whatever steroid that person has been feeding himself because it hurts bad. Her forehead hurts especially with jewelry stabbing into it.

She groans.

"Can't you see where you are going?" She snapped looking at the man who was already looking at her with a raised eyebrow, "What?"

"I am the one who wasn't looking? You were running like someone was following you without even looking around".

She might have done that. Will she admit it to a hulk of a man who looks like someone out of a magazine cover and a girl's fantasy with those chocolate honey eyes and a voice that is deeper than she ever heard in her life?

Trust her, because she heard those fake men trying to get a deeper sound to attract women and end up sounding like someone with a sore throat and in need of a hospital visit.

If she was correct he wasn't even trying to look as good as he looks.

Snap out of it!

Good thing was that she can maintain a blank expression even when she was exploding with emotions inside.

"I did not". She defended, "Even if I was it means from such deep observations of yours that you knew I will bump into you yet you didn't move".

"Look, I understand that this is some kind of fantasy meeting most girls think about. But it is a cheap trick to get my attention between all the girls".

What did he say? She fumed. She was sure her face was boiling red by now. There was this thing about her face, it will always turn red on many different occasions without her permission.

She steps closer to him, narrowing her eyes as she inhales the rich scent of one of the perfume companies she is the ambassador of, "Who are you?"

Like every other boy, this one thinks too highly of him. Yes, he was good looking maybe even more than that. It doesn't mean he will assume that every girl is after him. Imagine thinking so highly of yourself. She shudders.

He was too good before he opened his mouth.

"Y-You don't know me?" He stutters as she watches pure shock cover his excellent features and she has an urge to know who his parents are to create such a masterpiece (yet trash at the talk), "Impossible".

She rolls her eyes, "Look, I understand that you have an ego as big as an elephant doesn't mean you have to embarrass yourself this way".

He looks around to find many people interested in their exchange and she was just glad no one had a phone out or maybe some do (she doesn't care about it yet, and yes she will regret it later), "Who do you think you are?"

"Not someone like you". She wrinkled her nose where her nose pin reminded her that it was a mistake, "Now, I have important work to do. Better work actually than standing here and making my so-called fantasy come true, my Prince".

"Don't call me that".

"Ok, my Prince as you shall wish".

"Stop that".

"Ok, Prince".

"Y-You-".

Before he could start again she skipped around him and started moving towards the bride's room. She fumes as she mutters under her breath.

"Ha! Fantasy? For him? Ridiculous". She growled as she banged the door open startling everyone as they moved out of her way

"What got you so worked up?" Hanifa asked grinning at her expression and it was always hard to get her this mad

For Hanifa, she needs to keep herself compose and not fall into traps to get a negative impact on her image.

"Are idiots invited to your wedding?"

"Ask yourself".

She glared at her friend, hugging her tightly, "I will miss you so much. This sacrifice needed to be made however if I had the power I would never allow this".

Hanifa rolls her eyes, "I am going to live in the same building as you just different floor after my marriage".

She sniff, "Different floor. Do you hear yourself? Are you brainwashed already about my love for you? I loved you for years, Hanifa. No one can ever beat that".

Hanifa laughs, she saw the stress now slowly leaving her, "Shut up, drama queen".

She starts to work on a few changes needed as she spoke, "I will always be there for you, Hanifa. Always".

Hanifa's eyes mist, "I know. Thank you".

She watches from the side as people push past her to record the bride's entry to the point that even the actual videographer needs to constantly ask to give him space. She shakes her head when the woman beside her won't stop. This was the hundredth woman who was advertising around her. Good thing she learned how to mute unwanted sounds. She wants to focus solely on her friend.

"Did you see him?" She heard giggling from the side as a group of girls stands looking at someone, "He is so handsome".

"I know. Did you see how good he looks in those clothes? I am sure it is from Zainab's collection".

She knows Zainab's collection - she is a famous fashion designer who has been a living legend at this point. Her design remains as fresh and amazing as her early life. Her collections are around the world. She personally never got in contact with her for a contract because it was hard to do so. Zainab didn't even need marketing. Her family was at the top of the chain even the extended one- the first generation is known as B5 (big five). All five of them. Each with its charm. She knows there are few sites online that follow gossip on each one of them. Yet, no one knows anything too personal about them. Almost like they block the news from public. Their children's image is always safe and kept hidden from the world.

She didn't follow them. Simply to keep her life a little simple. It will be hard to get in contact with them and to work with them is even harder. She is happy on the ladder she was climbing. There was no need for validation from the big five.

"I think I might have a chance with him". The woman proclaimed and she held her snicker

"Are you crazy?" The other woman whispers yelled, "Do you know how scary he is? He never allows anyone near him, especially in events. He is known to be a sadist who loves hurting people".

"That makes him so sexy". The woman said dreamily, "I heard he is stone. He never speaks more than two words. He never spares anyone a second glance and he is cold to everyone".

"He is still handsome".

She decided she had heard enough from these fangirls. She doesn't know exactly who they were speaking of. Her knowledge of not wanting to know more than needed can sometimes bring her trouble. She didn't realize the man who stood beside her, was a little too close to her.

She steps to her right side and the man decided to step into her personal space again. She took a step back and he did too.

She turns to glare at the man, "What is your problem?"

"We don't have to make one if you let me take you out of this boring party to show you something more fun".

She gritted her teeth, "No, thanks".

The man wasn't taking the hint as he brushed his hand on her side and she jolted away. She turns her head towards anywhere to find an escape.

"If you throw those flowers petals at me one more time I will shove the whole vase at you, Azaan". A young woman growled at the man standing on her side with a grin and his eyes sparkling

"I am trying to throw them at the bride. You are in my way, Zaini". The man spoke who looks almost familiar

"No. You are not and don't call me that stupid name. I know you enough-". Zaina growled when she deliberately bumped into her side

Zaina loses her balance and immediately the man beside her caught her with concern lacing his eyes as he steadies her.

"I am sorry". She apologized, "Oh, Zaina, it's nice to meet you again".

Zaina frowns at her and she pleaded with her eyes gesturing to her back where the man was standing and harassing her.

Please help me.

She mumbled so they could hear.

"Oh, it's nice to meet you too. Where have you been? I was looking all over. Right, Azaan?" Zaina said understanding the message as she pulls her in the middle of them and it seems Azaan understands the message too

Although Azaan's face was close to someone who was raged he played along.

"You don't have to apologize. I know she can be like that sometimes". Azaan said softly glaring at the said man as she saw that man running away making her release a breath

"Thank you". She said smiling at them and they nodded

"You speak so nicely to every other woman beside me". Zaina snapped and Azaan, whose eyes never left Zaina, smirks

"Because they are polite to me. Not someone who is after my head all the time".

"You are the one who starts fighting with me. Isn't that right?" Zaina looks at her

She smiles sheepishly, "I wouldn't know. I don't know you both".

"You don't know who we are?" Zaina said almost excited at the revelation

"Yes". She said hesitantly

"Is that so?" Azaan asked curiously and she nodded, "This is a good change".

"I guess".

"Now you are trying your luck with my brother". She heard that annoying voice yet again and groaned

She turns to look at him and now she knows why Azaan looks familiar. He has the same features as the man. Not completely but there were similarities.

"What do you mean, bro?" Azaan asked confused

"She has weird fantasies that she uses to come close to us". Ayaan replied glaring at her

"I had no idea". She said tilting her head as she felt the headache starting to come as she snapped, "I don't know why you are so offended by it".

The man rolls his eyes, "I don't care. But your tricks are all old and the same as many others. I don't tolerate people messing with my family".

"Why don't you lock them away then?" She snapped, "Are you sick? I will never try tricks much less on a married man".

Azaan and Zaina who were oddly too interested in this interaction choked at her words.

"We are not married". They screamed attracting attention from a few people and their faces turned red

"I will never marry her". Azaan said shuddering

"As if I will ever agree to it". Zaina said rolling her eyes

"Oh. I am sorry I didn't-". She started

"It's fine. Don't worry. I apologize for my brother's behavior. Aayan can be like that". Azaan said smiling

"You never smile at me". Zaina complained

"Give me a good enough reason to".

"Because I am pretty".

"Try again".

"Because I am the only one who can tolerate you".

"Nope. Again".

She watches Hanifa walking with her husband towards them. She embraces Hanifa closely loving the feeling of her. Hugs were her weakness.

"I was about to introduce you to them". Hanifa said grinning, "This is my best friend- Aaira and these are Azaan, Ayaan, and Zaina".

"Yeah. I met them already". She said smiling

Her friend grins widened, "They are the children of the B5 families". Her eyes widen as she dreaded the next words that will come out of her friend's mouth and now things starts to click together,

"The twins are Ayaan and Azaan Zafar. And then it's Zaina Akbar".

She hates weddings for a good reason.

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