Seven Shades Of Alizeh

Alizeh's POV

"Aww you naughty girl, you are sitting over me, you fatass"

"Ouu because I love to, you are so squishy"

"Ahan, don't pop don't pop"

"Yes yes I will"

The clock has been ticking ahead the time but here I am busy dubbing the play between my mole and a fatass pimple over it.

Who has to appear today, when I finally said yes to meet the guy, Mum has chosen from the matrimonial site for me. Marriage is a race, and my mum wants me to win in this.

Pimple and important occasions, what a destined interracial couple they are!!

I can't believe in destiny but when it's about pimples, they know your future forecast.

How does this stupid pimple know I am going on a date today and has to appear over my mole, completely shadowing it behind itself!

What kind of sorcery is this?

I looked at the pimple on my right side of the cheek, who has snatched the exact sit of my mole.

Which is actually trespassing!

Only if I could charge any rent from my pimple, I would have become a millionaire by now.

My precious mole, who is the only thing to show off but I think people notice the second about me, first is my cocoa coated skin colour.

What do the people even get comparing each other by skin colour?

Well, for now, I feel already sad thinking about how my mole will go unnoticed.

Ahh... Don't be stressed my mole. I will surely pop this pimple for you. I sighed and continued brushing my teeth thinking about what should I say on this fixed alliance date?

This is the first time I am meeting someone from a matrimonial site, just because my mum pestered me like there is no tomorrow and if I failed to get any groom now then I will have to stay single for life.

I have surfed through various blogs and youtube videos about dating and stuff. After watching it, I wasn't pretty confident about myself. My mum and dad otherwise are very conservative parents. They love to stick to the old culture. An ideal life for them is, completing education first then don't fall in love, don't roam with any guy until an age comes and they choose someone for you outta nowhere. Sigh. Because I have completely failed to behave as per their expectations.

When puberty hit me, I fell in love so hard that he left me one day when I became pregnant. Teen love surely didn't go well in the chapters of my life but since then I never really had talked to any man. People around me thought I am not able to move on but in reality, I didn't have any time except for my daughter and now when Mum has suddenly telling me to approach a groom selected by her, It has been making me nervous like a freak.

How am I supposed to initiate conversation if the man in front of me is shy? What if he would turn out to be rude? What if he didn't like my appearance now? Even though Mum has told me not to share anything about my past and my daughter, I felt it will go wrong but in front of Mum, I have agreed to do as she said.

I pressed the tap standing exactly under the shower and water sprinkled ahead of me. I rolled my eyes and stepped forward under it.

After I get done with my morning chores, I ran inside my closet and shuffled through my dresses. This is the hell frustrating thing to do. I feel conscious thinking about how will I look in this and that? I don't want to look, unlike that wannabee girls. I don't want to send any wrong signal to the person I am meeting today. I tried every dress, one by one and regretting not shopping for some new.

The last I shopped was...

Perhaps when the asteroids fell on the earth.

God damn, this is getting so confusing.

The red one is grabbing too much attention besides it has a deep neck cut. I don't understand why would I even buy this? Although I love this dress secretly but coming from a conservative household, it was a big thumb down dress. I can't risk it wear it today.

I remembered Anna betting me for something and in return I had to buy this dress for myself, promising her to wear it on a special occasion when I will get my date. But not for today's date. Such dresses are too much to handle for me.

What a guy will think about seeing me in this dress? An attention seeker? Or an out of catch whore? No way, I do want to go for another round of date with him. The brown top with balloon sleeves will suit me up perfectly. But I doubt to look like a teenager in this one.

I dismissed a few dresses after it. I was still in my bathrobe and looking at the dresses as if I have nothing to wear. Haha woman, just choose one of them.

A pink blouse with a lace border will cover my belly but it isn't hitting my mind. So I just kept it away. I don't understand how and at which age I had bought these.

A crop top with a skirt?

"You can wear that mommy"

I flinched hearing Kiara's voice. She said rubbing her sleepy eyes and pointing at the red deep neck dress. Which isn't a good choice for a morning coffee date!

I coughed and widened my eyes at her. She is still in her nightshirt and pyjamas.

Kiara, my eleven-year-old daughter who thinks she knows everything in the world and cries when she doesn't get ice cream. Mum and dad have told me to drop Kiara at them.

Urgh, is it even necessary to do all this stuff?

This setup date is giving me another level of anxiety.

"Kia, you aren't ready yet?"

I grabbed a white-coloured shirt and a pair of jeans and stepped out of the closet.

"There's no school today. SUNDAYYYYY" She cheered loudly.

How kids get happy when Sunday arrives!

Ahh, the official resting day. But for me, it's an official groom looking day.

"I know right but that doesn't mean you aren't going to brush and roam in the house without bathing, so come on get fresh quick" I pushed her in the bathroom and hurriedly started ironing my shirt. It's still an hour to go, but I still have to do my makeup on my hair.

After wearing my clothes, I applied some eyeliner over my eyes lids and compact powder on my face. Some of it sprinkled on my shirt.

I dusted it and its stain marks left behind. Great!!

Never mind, I will cover it with my hair bringing them at the front like this. The moment I opened my bun, the cascade of my curls floated down an inch below my shoulder.

I picked up the straightener and started flattening each set of curls. Though I loved my curls I have noticed many men are attracted to silky shiny long hair. I have read it in one blog survey. I parted my hair in half and pulled at the front from both sides. While setting my hair straight, I hummed a commercial of a hair product.

Soon I was done flattening the last strand of hair. Now they look manageable. Then I realized I should have done my hair first then makeup and then clothes.

I facepalmed.

But the silly me messed up everything as usual in the urge of my excitement. I picked up some tissues and wiped my sweat trying not to take the fucking make up off from my skin.

Thanks to the waterproof eyeliner scam, which is now smudged.

Oh my god! It's ruined. I felt going on the verge of cry.

"Mommy!" I heard Kiara calling me from the washroom. I got up throwing the tissue balls in the dustbin angrily. Fuck this makeup. I don't need any of it on my face. I walked to the bathroom. Kiara screamed looking at me.

"MOMMY!! What happened to your eyes?'' She asked in a shocking tone.

''Nothing'' I held her up and made her sit over the toilet seat.

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I was too shocked. I was nothing but looking like a Panda with black smudge around my eyes. I started the tap and took an ample amount of water in my palms. With a splash, I washed my face and wiped it with the towel. I saw some eyeliner stains on it. I threw the towel in the basket.

"Mommy, I am done," Kiara said. I held her and put her down on her feet.

"Why you look so upset Mommy?" She asked me. I sighed thinking how she noticed my upset face.

"I am not upset" I am annoyed. I wanted to tell her but kept quiet.

The day has already started showing its true colours God knows what has been kept for the rest of the day!

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