The Accidental Wedding novel Chapter 2

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 really didn't think before that a guy could really get attracted to a girl, who didn't give a damn about him. It just happened in movies or love stories but this had really 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 really wanted 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.

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. He was dead meat, I was not going to leave him.