The Accidental Wedding

Rameen

I looked into the mirror as my hands were skillfully folding my waist-long black hair into a bun. I finished it by inserting a few Bobby pins, as I applied the new nude lip color on my lips and just at that moment my cell phone started ringing.

God this must be Sheema, I thought bitterly. How I hated her for being such a freak, she was insanely punctual and disciplined in everything, and I on the opposite hand was as wild as anyone could be.

Yes, I am the most unorganized person in the world barring my job. Well, I didn't want my ass kicked by my boss for not doing my work properly and on time. Most of the time he would ignore my mistakes just because I was damn creative.

Well like most people know talent doesn't come without flaws, and though I was a very good architect, I was unorganized, undisciplined, rebellious, wild and fierce. Not a single quality a sane mind would be proud of but I just loved myself.

Well back to my screeching cell phone and Sheema, as I received the call and said"For God sake Sheema! stop freaking me out, I am already uncertain whether my mom and aunt would let me put a foot outside the house today".

" Mia, why didn't you wake up early this one day, you know how many people are here in the queue. I have secured our places but I would need back up. Please come soon", Sheema said in a pleading tone. She very well knew how I hated someone bossing me around.

"Okk I am just leaving, don't worry I will be there in half an hour. Bye", I snapped in the cell phone then picked my bag and hurriedly made my way out of my room.

I prayed to Allah that my mom or my aunt didn't bump into me while I was sneaking out. The deal was since the day my wedding date was fixed with my childhood sweetheart, my mom and aunt had made my life a hell.

They wanted me to learn cooking, you heard it right, me freaking cooking. God who does that in this 21st Century. Not a working woman though, I would just hire a maid to help me with the household chores and a cook who would cook for my in-laws and my hubby. Why the hell was I working my ass off for?

So that I could live my life the way I wanted and spend my money on the things I desired. I didn't like cooking I will hire a fucking cook. I didn't like cleaning I will hire a fucking maid. What was so difficult for my mom to not understand such a simple thing?

But no, they had to make me do everything like I was some fucking 16th-century girl.Well sorry for all the foul language but we freaking live in the 21st Century.

So, I was telling about my mom and my aunt's insanities. Well, I think they are insane, cause I only get a day off from work in a week and instead of letting me chill out with my friends they would force me into the kitchen and would make me cook all those terrible dishes. Well, they are not terrible if anyone else cooked them but when I use my skills on the recipe they always turned out terrible.

Still, the ladies of my house were not ready to give up on me. They had taken a holy vow to make me accomplish in everything I hated.

I made sure to make as little noise as possible, as I descended the stairs. When I landed on the last stair I heard my mom's furious voice" And where do you think you are going?"

Shit, shit, shit, I cussed. This was the thing I was scared about and it had to happen, my ill fate never ran out.

I turned and looked in the direction from where her voice was coming, Mom was standing in the corridor. "Uhhhh, mom actually the thing is my favorite author is in town and he is signing off the special edition of his book. And I have to get one", I said dreading the dressing down I was to receive from my mom.

" By what time will you be back?" Mom asked.

I couldn't believe what just happened, my mom, I mean, my real mom was allowing me to go out on the weekend instead of locking me up in the kitchen?

"Mia I asked you something", mom didn't look delighted with my reaction to her question.

I was staring at her wide-eyed with my mouth open. I came back to my senses and replied " Couple hours".

" Alright fine, but you will cook dinner today", She said and turned towards the kitchen without even giving me another glance.

I was on cloud nine, mom had just allowed me to go out without even putting up a fight, maybe they were fed up with me, I giggled.

I hired a cab and arrived at the desired mall where the book shop was situated where my favorite author was coming for a promotion of his new book.

I was shocked to find the long queue of the people present there. Like Geez, didn't they have anything else to do in life?

I found Sheema standing a few places before the queue ended. I hurried towards her, she was staring me with a frown on her face.

"Hey baby, thanks so much for securing a place for me", I told her as I slid between Sheema and the girl standing in front of her.

"Excuse me, Miss, you just can't walk into the queue like that we have been standing here for an hour", The boy behind Sheema said to me.

I glared at him with a don't fuck with me look, and said "What will you do? I already did?" I dared him, the guy hadn't expected such a reaction from me.

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Rameen

He mumbled something in his mouth and backed off, good for him I thought. I would have loved to beat the shit out of him, don't think I am boasting or something. I am perfectly capable of defending myself, I have a black belt in karate. My uncle had made me learn karate so I could defend myself if any situation arises. But I loved to flaunt my karate skills now and then on some asshole who tries to fuck with me.

"Mia, could you at least behave for once?" Sheema said through gritted teeth.

"Sheema, I don't understand why the hell you have to be such a good girl all the time. Don't you get tired and bored of it?" I snapped at Sheema.

She looked at me with resentment, she knew I was the complete opposite of her. People who knew us always wondered how we were best friends in the first place. We didn't have a single habit that was common in us. She was a girl next door kind of person and me, well, I was just me.

"I don't understand how Imaad tolerates you?" Sheema asked annoyed.

"Because if he doesn't, I will beat the shit out of him too", I said shrugging my shoulders.

Imaad was my fiance, yeah he was the only boy, mad enough to fall in love with someone like me. I knew I was pretty and kinda hot also, and the opposite sex was attracted to me. But once they got to know me they would just back off. Which sane mind would want a wife or a girlfriend who would keep kicking their ass?

Still, Imaad fell in love with me, his parents were our family friends and we knew each other since childhood.I did have a crush on him though, he was hot and handsome, foreign qualified and from a well off family. But it was just a crush and nothing more.

Imaad had proposed to me a year ago and I was taken by surprise, well it rarely happens that your crush proposes you out of the blue. I said a yes, and he was overjoyed. He then told me that he was in love with me since we were kids, and I just couldn't believe how anyone could fall in love with a girl like me. Imaad confessed it was my quality of not giving him any attention like the other girls that attracted him towards me. Well, I didn't think before that a guy could get attracted to a girl, who didn't give a damn about him. It just happened in movies or love stories but this had happened with me.

Our families were overjoyed when we told them we wanted to get married. We got engaged in a grand ceremony, with all the A-listers of the town attending our engagement.

Damn, he was looking so hot in that black "Pathani Suit"(a traditional dress for men in Southeast Asia). I awanted to eat him up, sorry I should have kept that thought to myself.

So, where was I? Yeah, we got engaged and now our parents had fixed our wedding date three months from now. Both our families were busy with the preparation for our wedding.

The ladies were buying all those weird clothes which I hated, the lehengas, the gharara, salwar kameez (traditional ladies clothes from south East Asia) and I don't know what other shiny glittery clothes. Why was it necessary to make the bride look like a clown?

I hated those traditional clothes, my favorites were joggers and loose big t-shirts or hoodies, which I used to wear every time at home.I liked dressing up but not in that shiny glittery stuff that my mom and aunt called clothes.

Right now I was wearing a peach blouse and a cream-colored knee-length skirt and cream-colored stockings paired with peach stilettos. I knew my outfit complimented my figure by the stares I was getting from the men around.

I ignored those stares and started chatting with Sheema. She was telling me about her fiance, they had got engaged only a month ago. It was arranged by their parents, and Sheema was so insanely happy about it. I never understood how people could get into an arranged marriage?

These days at least the couple would meet and talk after the engagement but a few decades before most of them would meet on their wedding night. And how the hell can you fuck someone in your first meeting? This was the question that had always nagged my mind, but I didn't find the courage to ask this to my parents.

Yeah, you guessed alright, it was an arranged marriage for my parents and they had met each other on the wedding day. Mom had once told me they didn't even have a telephonic conversation before marriage.And I wondered how did they get away with it right on the wedding night(blush) cause I was born exactly nine months after their wedding.

Back to Sheema and her fiance, what's the guy's name? Yeah, I remember Saad. So Saad was throwing a birthday party for Sheema which was after two weeks and Sheema was insisting me to attend the party. It's not like I didn't want to, it's just that I was not sure my mom would let me. She was on a shopping spree and making me accomplish a spree these days. But maybe I could ask dad to convince her.

We stood in the queue for nearly 4 hrs before we got the chance to enter the bookstore and make our way to the dais where the author Subrato Roy was seated. We had bought our copy of the special edition and approached Roy.

He smiled at us and asked our names and then signed off on the first page of the novel. I wanted to ask him some questions regarding his novel but a staff member of the book store requested us to move ahead because there was still a very long queue.

We came out of the store nearly exhausted and with sore feet. Wearing stilettos was a bad idea, but who would have thought it might take so long, I had thought a couple of hours must be more than enough. " Mia I think I will faint, let's grab something to eat", Sheema said, holding her head with her hands.

I quickly supported her with my arm and we walked to a nearby fast food joint. We ordered a burger with cola each and sat on a corner seat. The joint was crowded because of the weekend.

We looked at the burger greedily, the burgers from this joint were just yumm. A moan escaped from my mouth as I took a bite, the juices of the patty and the melted cheese oooh.

I loved this burger, I looked at Sheema and her expressions were the same as mine as she bit into her burger. Then we both looked at each other and laughed.

We had just finished the burger when I got a call from Imaad, I had asked him to pick us from the mall.

Imaad told me he was in the parking lot and asked me to bring a cup of coffee for him.

We walked out of the joint and got into a coffee shop. I ordered Imaad's cappuccino with double cream and waited while the girl started working on it. While she was making the coffee, I pulled out the novel from my handbag and skimmed through the pages.

After a few minutes, the girl handed me the coffee. We walked towards the exit of the coffee shop and just as I set foot outside the coffee shop I collided with something.

Whoever it was who collided with me was in a hurry that he couldn't see my 5'8" self.

I watched in horror as the coffee cup slipped from my hand and landed on the floor, to top it up the novel

which was in my other hand fell into the pool of coffee on the floor.

I stood frozen on the spot with my eyes petrified, after a few seconds I glared at the person who collided with me.

Waleed

I had come to the mall to buy some accessories for my cell phone. After buying and billing the required items I left the Apple Store and started towards the coffee shop.

I was in a little hurry cause I had planned to meet my friends in half an hour at the boxing club. Yeah, boxing was my favorite sport. It was a good way to take the steam out whenever I was pissed, and it happened often. Sometimes it would be some business client who would become a pain in the ass or some employee of my firm who I don't understand why never got the way I worked and always messed up things.

Geez, was it so difficult to understand my way of working, I was a workaholic. And I had a particular way of working which to my annoyance very few people understood. I had taken over the firm two years ago after my grandfather had retired and went to live in our native village where most of my relatives were settled.

My grandmother had died when my father was just a boy, Dada(grandfather in Urdu) had raised him all by himself. My Dada must be madly in love with Dadi( Grandmother) for he never married after her death.

When I was 14 years old my parents died in a car accident. They had gone out for shopping and I was at home with data.

If not for Dada, I would never have got over the grief of the untimely demise of my parents. But Dada always kept me in check, he became my parents and my best friend. We both had developed a very special relationship with each other.

He sent me for my Graduation to the US. I had done my MBA from the University of Pennsylvania (Wharton), Philadelphia, PA. It was one of the best business schools in the US. And Dada was the proudest grandpa on my Convocation Day.

I could feel his joy when I presented him with my degree. He had come to the US especially for my convocation and was ecstatic when all my teachers were congratulating him for my success and were praising him for raising me into such a good human.

I am a workaholic alright, I am even a control freak I admit, but I always respect my elders and have never ever behaved with them in any improper way.

It's not that I was a dull person, Oh no I use to chill in the company of my friends. When it comes to working I am highly professional and organized. I can't tolerate indiscipline.

So back to my coffee, I hurried towards the coffee shop to grab a cup of coffee but I bumped into a girl just outside the coffee shop. She lost her balance due to the collision and the cup of coffee in her hand had fallen on the ground, the cap opened and there was a pool of coffee on the floor now. She somehow steadied herself, but in the way, the book she was holding, in the other hand, fell into the coffee pool, "Fuck, Bad timing," I thought.

My gaze traveled from the book to her stiletto which now had coffee spilled over them. Then to her toned and shapely long legs in the cream stocking which was now stained with coffee. Her pencil skirt started just above her knees and then I looked upward to the curve of her hips and then to her slim waist and then her bosom, she had a fabulous body.

Unwilling, I made my eyes travel above her bosom to her long and slender neck then to her chin and those lips, God she had those sensual full lips then her Greek nose and all the way to her amber eyes which were filled with rage.

Then I focused on her complete face, her hair was black I couldn't guess the length because they were tied in a bun. Unknowingly my gaze started sliding down her body again when she snapped her fingers in front of my eyes and said "Eyes up here buddy".

I am sure I blushed and then I saw her bending down and picking up the book from the coffee pool. I checked her out again, she had a great ass, "Woah get a grip Waleed" I scolded myself

The girl then looked at the book horrified which was almost soaked in coffee then she glared at me. I felt

a little guilty for ruining her book and thought of apologizing.

"I am sorry," I said sincerely.

She looked in my eyes for a few minutes, and hissed "You will be very sorry when I am done with you."

"Excuse me."

"If you want I will pay for your coffee and the book", I said as I withdrew my wallet from my jeans pocket. She snatched the wallet from my hand and threw it on my face which directly hit my nose, I was blinded

by the sudden pain in my nose and as I was rubbing my nose trying to understand what happened she thundered "Take your money and shove it up your ass".

I looked at her in disbelief forgetting about my hurting nose, I was astonished at her words. Never had any girl insulted me in such a way, they always used to drool over me.

But this vicious vixen was insulting me in broad daylight in a crowded public place. People had started gathering around us, and were staring with amusement in their eyes.

"Miss I think you have some mental issues and need therapy" I just couldn't stand silent and let her insult me.

I decided to pay back, my words acted like fuel in the already burning fire and the flames erupted. "Listen Mr, I had stood five hours in a queue to get this book signed from my favorite author, and now you

have ruined it completely", She snapped.

Then I noticed her friend standing besides her looking at her with desperation. She was holding her hand and pulling her away from me.

"Mia let's go, we are already late", the other girl said.

So this chick was named Mia, though she was hot as hell, right now she looked like a witch to me. "Sheema wait, let me teach a lesson to this asshole first", She turned her head to look at her friend and

said. Then she pulled her hand away from her friend's grip.

I was furious after hearing the word asshole she used for me. I looked at her enraged and damn she was looking right back at me fearless.

We had this stare down for a few minutes when I saw her friend whisper something in her ear. I saw the change of expressions on Mia's face from fury to worry and then I guess it was fear.

"Don't think this is over and I forgave you, it's just I have an urgent business to look after", she said through clenched teeth and walked away from me with her friend.

I looked around at the people who had gathered to enjoy the scene taking place between us and roared "Don't you have any work to do."