The Accidental Wedding

The Accidental Wedding

Aliza Jabri

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Rameen Shahab is everything that Waleed Kamal hates in a woman. Wild, Outspoken and fierce. Rameen is an architect. He is the owner of a consultancy. Beverages are spilled, arguments happen whenever they meet. But fate has another plan for these two, when they accidentally get married. Will they able to resolve their differences and love each other? Read to find out.

Chapter 1 Sneaking out

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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