Amjad was beaming from his seat when she stepped inside KFC.

Nila hated fast food shops, they made her feel like the grease was crawling upon her skin but this is favourite place to eat, so she complied and came.

"Hey, sorry but I ordered for the both us as it was going to take time."Amjad said.

"Oh, like how planned our wedding without me?" Nila said, crossing her arms.

He looked down for a minute, scratching the back of hin neck without response.

"Are you even going explain yourself?" Nila said.

As much she had enjoyed infuriating Mikhail last night, right now she was preoccupied. There wouldn't be a wedding without her consent of course, but she didn't want to cause a rift in Bilal and Amjad's friendship.

Besides, she did like him. But wasn't sure how much just yet.

"Look, I'm sorry." He said. "It's just, I thought I'd talk to my family first, you know, do it the desi style."

She didn't even crack a smile at his joke.

"I get that, but you should've asked me  first."

"So you don't like me that way?" He said.

"Never said that."

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Two more chapters until the end of part two. Part three will be the final installment.