The Wedding DJ
"DJ Zara rules Pakistani wedding dance floors across London. When the groom's handsome best friend Amir keeps requesting songs just to talk to her, she finds a rhythm she didn't expect."
The Wedding DJ
"Can you play something less... aunty?"
Zara looked up from her equipment. The man at her booth was grinning—handsome, slightly drunk, definitely trouble.
"This is Mehndi Laga Ke Rakhna. It's a classic."
"It's mandatory. Play something people actually want to dance to."
"Like?"
"Like whatever you were playing before. When you thought no one was listening."
He kept coming back—every wedding where their paths crossed.
"You're stalking me," Zara said at the third event.
"I'm a dedicated attendee." Amir leaned on her booth. "Also, you're the most interesting person at these things."
"I'm working."
"You're hiding behind your equipment because you're more comfortable with music than people." His eyes were knowing. "Takes one to know one."
He was right. And infuriating. And increasingly irresistible.
"Coffee," he said after her latest gig. "Now. Off the clock."
"It's 2am."
"Chai, then. I know a place."
"Why?"
"Because I've been trying to talk to you for six weddings and I'm running out of friends getting married."
Chai became his flat. His flat became his bedroom. His bedroom became revelations.
"I've never met anyone like you," Amir admitted, tracing her face.
"Someone who ignores you at weddings?"
"Someone who sees through the charm to the actual person." He kissed her. "You make me want to be interesting enough to keep you talking."
He made love to her with the same persistence he'd shown all along—rhythmic, devoted, reading her responses like a playlist.
"Meri jaan," he breathed. "Best request I ever made."
"Cheesy."
"On-brand."
"People will talk," Zara said afterward. "The DJ and the guest."
"Let them. We'll give them something to talk about." He pulled her close. "Date me properly. Publicly."
"I work every weekend."
"I'll carry your equipment." He grinned. "Best roadie you've ever had."
The wedding was the only one Zara ever attended as a guest.
She let someone else handle the music.
Best dance of her life.