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"We were born to be real, not perfect."

Hussain's P.O.V

 I didn't know if I was feeling blessed, dejected or cross. Being rejected by Afira Siddeka Abdullah was no surprise, yet, there was a feeling at the bottom of my stomach. A feeling I can't define. I guess I could say I was glad that I was not getting married to a witch. After, the heart-warming news my parents immediately started looking for a wife. What could I see about them? They were definitely far more different than Afira.

 There was a very entertaining young lady, Aminah. She was very pretty but a little too eager to get married. "I think you have a wonderful house, your car's amazing, I can cook, I wear sarees too." Aminah Blabbered on, trying to impress my parents and my family, which seemed to have been working so far.

"That's fine, I don't really like traditional wife's." I laid out.

"Really? Thank God! I hate wearing sarees, so tacky and old." She rolled her eyes and started taking off her saree, I closed my eyes in shame.

"What are you doing?" I cried out.

"You said you don't like girls wearing sarees; look I have shorts on." She battered her eyes.

"Besharm! Sorry, forgive us, we shall leave right away." Her parents grabbed her wrist, pulling her to the door. Before she left she blew a kiss, I winked back as a reply, making her giggle.

"Bevakooph, why are you winking at her?" My mother lightly slapped the back of my head.

"Mom, what could I do if girls fall on their knees for me?" My mom slapped my head again.

 So girls like her entered my house and left with disapproval from everyone. Some were a little crazy, a little feminist or a little quite. Although, I've got to admit some were majorly entertaining.

 "Bhai, why are you in my room? Turn off the lights!" Zain stirred in his sleep, I quickly turned off Zain's bedroom light and exited his room.   

 Everyday my mom would find a new girl, however none of them was my type. "What is your type Hussain? Afira?" My conscious asked me, definitely not Afira. A few days has passed and today's Ibrahim's and Aaliyah's mehendi ceremony, we all had gotten ready an hour ago and now we're on our way to the hall, where the ceremony was taking place, I spotted Ibrahim talking to some guys, I casually walked up to him and gave him a side hug, "What's up man, excited?" I asked.

"Nervous." He said, looking around at everyone.

"Come on yaar, stop being nervous, grow a pair of-" Before I could finish he cut in.

"Don't finish that sentence, especially when they're young girls around." I rolled my eyes, typical Ibrahim.

"I was going to say guts..." I lied, he rolled his eyes.

During the time, a few people came to greet and meet the nearly-going-to-be groom, soon enough the nearly-going-to-be bride came along with her friends and family, why were they so late? Aaliyah was wearing a really heavy and decorative dress, it was dark green with a red/maroon duppata, matching Ibrahim's sherwani, I glanced at Sana's saree, she was wearing a mehendi coloured saree, her blouse was up to her elbow and it was blue.

"Stop checking out the girls." Aaquil and Ibrahim both said, while giving me a little shove.

"I was just seeing if they were wearing the exact colour we asked them to wear," I gave an excuse.

"We mentioned no exact colours to them, it's an mehendi ceremony so I'm guessing they'll wear something green, related to mehendi," Aaquil muttered. Finally Afira entered holding a round metal tray, full of mehendi, she was wearing a light green, cream and dark blue saree. Odd. That's nothing near the colour of mehendi, I guess that says a lot about Afira, she doesn't follow rules.

"Or she wanted to wear something different." Ibrahim said, exactly as if he read my thoughts, did I say that out loud?

"Yes you said that out loud." Ibrahim chuckled. Crap, I must've said that out loud too. I ran my hands through my hair and walked to set the ceremony out.

We started the ceremony as soon as possible, there was music, people talking and laughter. Everything felt warm, Aaliyah got a her mehendi done, firstly, they took her to a room to get mehendi on her foot, after they came out and did the mehendi on her arm, but below her elbow. "A-re bhai, dulhan ka toh mehendi hoga, par hum toh nache hi nahi, come beta let's dance." A random Aunty said, grabbing Sana's arm, she shook her head in refusal, "A-re! If we're not going to dance how is it going to be fun? You, kitini shoondar hai tu, let's dance!" She said in Hindi, dragging Afira by the arm.

"No Aunty Ji, I can't... I uh-" She thought for a valid excuse but then Aaliyah insisted her to dance, using her puppy eyes. I'd love to see Afira dance not because I treasured her, it was because I would love to see her make a fool out of herself. Afira went up into the centre where everyone could see her, she fiddled with her hands.

"A-re D.J bhai, would you like to start the music or should I come up there and feed you some tea and biscuit? Hurry up and start, badichard." Everyone secretly laughed at her insult, poor D.J. Besides, who invited her here? Real joker. The D.J started the music right away, it took me a little time to figure out the song, it was Jab Mehndi Lag Lag Jaave, from Singh Saab the Great.

Dun main look look

Teri soni soni look

Dun main look look

Teri kurti da hook

Dil vich ki tere dasda ve mein

Soniye ni ruk, zara ruk ruk ruk

Jab mehndi lag lag jaave

Afira went towards Aaliyah and gawked at her mehendi.

(everybody join the floor)

Jad mehndi lag lag jaave

Jad chooda saj saj jaave

Te raatan katdiyan nahi

Nahi nahi nahi... (x2)

Ve sajna teri hi soorat

Aankhon me bas jaave

Kuch aur nazar na aave

O raatan katdiyan nahi nahi...

Katdiyan nahi nahi nahi...

O raatan katdiyan nahi nahi...

Mundri da nag maahi kare jag-mag

Thugna hai dil toh ankhiyon se thug (x2)

Choodi sang choodi kare khan khan khan

Tere sang jodega ye meri dhadkan

Oye aa jao saare, nach lo gaa lo

Afira, pulled Aaliyah and Ibrahim, soon enough more people started joining in to dance, especially Aunty Ji, she blew it away!

Dhol hai rocking, oye bhangre paa lo

Oye aise naacho maar ke atti

Dance floor tut jaave

DJ phir ye song lagaave ki

Raatan katdiyan nahi nahi...

Katdiyan nahi nahi nahi...

O raatan katdiyan nahi nahi...

Padh naino wali akhbaar sajna

Padh naino wali akhbaar sajna

Tere sang hona hai faraar sajna

Haaye main tere sadke jaavan

Main mar jaawan O main mar jaawan

Arey aankhon ke sang aankhon ki

Jab baat shaat ban jaave

Pal pal hulchul mach jaave

Te raatan katdiyan nahi nahi...

Katdiyan nahi nahi nahi...

O raatan katdiyan nahi nahi...

Jad mehndi lag lag jaave

Jad chooda saj saj jaave

Te raatan katdiyan nahi

Nahi nahi nahi...

Eventually, the song ended, everyone whistled and cheered, however someone else decided to check out one of the dancers: Afira. I span around to see who was talking about Afira and what they were saying.

"Dude, she was amazing!" I smiled, glad to know someone enjoyed the dance as much as I did.

"Which one? The one wearing a saree? Green, blue and creamy coloured one?" Asked another one, he was wearing a purple suit, with his hair gelled in place.

"Yeah. Her."

"Yeah she was good dancer, but she's also good looking. I'll take her number." He was about to get up when his friend called out to him.

"Yaar Raazi, we're at a ceremony, don't pick up girls right now," The other guy pleaded, so that's what his name is, Raazi, little jerkass!

"Yaar, Alam, you know how I am? If I see a girl I'll get them. And she looks like one I need. Nikkita wasn't good enough," So that's the other guy's name, Alam? Raazi got up to Afira, when I grabbed him by his sleeve.

"What do you think you're doing?" I intimidated him.

"Enjoying myself, now if you don't mind I have to go give someone my number." He shaked me off and shuffled to Afira, I promptly went to Afira too.

"Hey, I'm Raazi? You?" He asked her softly.

"I'm Afira..." Afira replied back awkwardly, I stood a few steps behind them, just to make sure everything was alright.

"I loved the way you danced out there. Very confident, I liked it." He said is flirtatiously, wait. Was he trying to flirt? My hands turned into fist, ready to punch Raazi.

"Thanks, I've got to go, there's more ceremonies to do."

"Wait, here's my number, you might need it." He said handing her a card.

" No thanks, I don't think I will..." She turned around to leave, I blew a sigh. However, that didn't last long, Afira's dad came up to her in surprise.

"Beti, you've already met Raazi?" Her father asked in joy.

"Ji Baba, he came to say I was a good dancer."

"Well, he's your Talim Uncle and Noor Aunty's son."

"Oh that's nice." That's all? Really? Why doesn't she sound interested? And why are you getting obsessed? Kya woh tumhare kuch bigara? Nahi nah? So why you so hooked? Dear brain, do mind shutting up so I can concentrate on what their saying and try to act casual?

"Bhai-saib, MashAllah Afira has turned ever so angelic." Afira's Aunty said.

"AsalamWalayKum Aunty. Where's Uncle?" Afira greeted.

"He's not in the right condition. But never mind, InShAllah he'll be fine soon, we have to go right now. Hopefully we'll meet in the wedding. Salam." Raazi winked at Afira and narrowed his eyes at me before leaving, Afira raised her eyebrows but let it go. I strongly do not like him. I guess this might not be the end of him. 

-AyshaHun

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