《The Billionaire in Love》Chapter 30
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As salamualaikum.... Thank you all readers for voting!!! Means so much to me... Althou i do not add authors note on chapters but i think i needed to add one here saying sorry for the delay.... :D forgive me..... Well glad they are getting married.... :) thank you all for reading and voting.... Love u all...
My wedding date was near. It was only 4 days away. Like every traditional Indian wedding, my ammi wanted the henna night of Ahaya with nikah and then reception but reception as decided would be in Dubai.
I sighed as i looked around the decorations for the wedding. We or more specifically ammi decided that our attires will be selected by them and the famous designer, idk her name.
We agreed but Ahaya however got to see her attire! That was not fair but then again who will argue with ammi.
'Arshad stop spacing out and help!' screamed Talha bhai
'I am the groom here!' I shouted back. I thought grooms did not have to work!
'Damn you bro!' he replied and I smirked
Madiha bhabhi came and asked me to help her with the tray of flowers for Ahaya's room and that I gladly agreed.
I entered her classy suite and was stunned by her pretty face that was covered with flowers.
'What the hack happened!?!! ' shrieked Madiha bhabhi
Ahaya gave her a small smile and then ran. She literally sprinted and stood behind me.
I tilted my head to see her giggling at this.
'What did you do?' I asked her smiling
'Well I tried to do the flower in water thingi for bhabhi but the thing backfired and all flowers blew up on me!' she said as I laughed
Bhabhi stood infront of me and i spread out my arms.
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'You know Arshad, Talha won't be pleased seeing-' said bhabhi as I put my hands down to listen to her
Biggest mistake. She grabbed Ahaya and tickled her to the ground.
I stood there looking at them laughing and giggling or in Ahaya's case, breathless.
'I think in the future the two daughter-in-laws of my house will get along all too well!' I said loudly as the two girls looked up to me
'Arshad, you should get going' said bhabhi as she got up
I pouted and she laughed
"She will be with you in 3 days Arshad! Stop being a cry baby!' she said as I blushed
She walked to me and pinched my cheeks.
"Awww Talha, our baby bro is blushing!!! I have never seen him blush!' said bhabhi and i realized bhai was behind me
Oh Darn
'You know I am still wondering how you are my estate manager and married to my brother!' I said to bhabhi
To be honest I was buying time to see Ahaya as we were buzy the whole time in preparations that i rarely met her or talked to her
"Arshad Its time you go! You are making the bride-to-be uncomfortable with your glares!' said Talha bhai
I saw Ahaya open her mouth to say something but closed it off immediately.
I sighed and walked out towards my room.
"Bhai where were you?' asked the breathless Fawaad
"What happened? ' i asked him
"Trouble!' he replied
"What happened?" I asked
"NZ fufi and masi!!!" he said "Over your nikah!'
Ya Allah why is everyone after my Nikah!!!!
I sprinted downstairs to the rescue of my Ammi
" Then won't it be better not to get married!?!!" screamed NZ fufi
"Dilla please try to understand, Its Arshad nikah soon and we don't want any fights, so please!" said ammi trying to calm my fufi
"Ammi what happened?" I asked her concerned
"Fawaad and Ahdia... Their wedding is sorta crashed by NZ fufi as she claims Adeel loves her as well!" said Ammi
Oh damn.... Not all over again!
I looked at fawaad and he was in FLAMES!!
This is gonna be bad...
Well thatsabt it for this chap and to all my silent readers... (my best friends is one of them!) thanks again fro reading... All of you... Thanks for reads, votes and comments and of course follow!!! :)
=Al
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