Mikhail's Pov

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He watched her from the opposite end of the banquet, half her hair twisted and latched with tiny white flowers.
Mikhail didn't know if it was the latest trend, but she did look quite pretty that way.

Her lips moved in a way that indicated she was speaking a language foreign to him. Over time he had learned how they moved when speaking english.

The man in front of laughing, which seemed strange as Nilanjona was one of the least humorous people he'd met.

Her jokes mostly involved sarcastic comments about others.

Over five years of secondary, he'd come to know her as strange, stuck up and short tempered being. These few days did little to change his opinion.

The only time he'd seen her in a different light was that fateful night.

He played it over and over in his head, sometimes late at night to arouse some haram feelings.

He wondered if she did the same.

The bride stood upon the stage to announce the first part of her engagement. In a way Mikhail felt sorry for Bilal having such a money spending wife, but one look at her face and body was enough to change any guy's mind.

"Find yourself a partner and get ready do dance yourself out!" Saba squealed.

Mikhail instantly withdrew himself back a little, as he had no wish to embarass himself with his non-existent dancing skills.

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