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part 1

You were Khabibs younger cousin…you grew up together since families in Dagestan are very close, Khabib was 21 and you were 17 making you the closest in age so your mom and aunt automatically thinks you have everything in common and are best buddies.

It was a Saturday morning you were outside eating breakfast in your garden when your mom told you she was hosting a get together for a few close families and that you should ‘make yourself pretty’ you nodded , finished your breakfast and headed into the freezing shower. Once you got out your hair smelt like honey and you let it air dry while you put a long cream coloured dress on, then put some makeup on…only a bit, before heading downstairs to help mom prepare some food and to clean up the house.

You were sweeping the living rooms floor “mom, who’s coming today?” You asked. “Just some family and friends. Oh! Khabib and the boys are coming and khabibs bringing some of his friends over. It’s about time you make some friends” she replied half joking half serious.

Your eyes widened…

Khabibs ‘friends’ were huge wrestlers whom you had nothing in common with you were an awkward 17 year old who struggled to talk to her cousins let alone his friends.

“Cool.” You replied nonchalantly as if your heart didn’t just sink to your ass

Everyone started arriving..your aunts, uncles, little cousins, older cousins, grandma, grandpa. Then Khabib, his mom and papa walked in greeting your mom and you. You hugged your aunt , smiled at your uncle before you even looked at Khabib he mussed up your hair “look at you.. you get bigger every time i see you” he joked and before calling his friends in.

You quickly tried to fix your hair, flatten your dress and look cool hoping no one noticed that before Umar walked in first leading them in 4 guys walked in barely fitting through the doorframe.

They all greeted your mom and Umar introduced them all to you. “This is my little cousin “y/n, she’s shy.” He chuckled and you blushed but acted cool about it. “Y/n, this is Murad, Shamil, Musa and Islam”

They all smiled at you and you smiled back “hello” you muttered

“You have a beautiful home y/n, Umar and khabib undersold you.” Musa said confidently

“Heh..uh yeah” you mumbled half shocked he said that, half not understanding fully if that was appropriate or not. You looked at khabib and Umar for their approval…they looked pissed.

Your mom broke the awkward tension thankfully “why don’t we all go outside, y/n spent a long time baking pastries and making fresh juices.” She suggested.

Everyone found a spot outside. You stuck with my aunt, she recently had a baby and you wanted to spent time with your new little cousin. “May i hold her?” You asked. “Of course my dear” she replied eagerly handing you the baby.

You took your little cousin and bounced her for a while before your mom told you to go talk to our guests and not to be rude.

You awkwardly strode over there..they were on a table drinking soda joking and laughing. “Hello…can i- sit?” You asked

‘Fuck why did i say it like that?!’ you said in your head.

“It’s your table” Umar said making it awkward. You took out a chair and sat next to one of the boys..he was very quiet and kinda awkward.

“So cousin, hows school? You making any friends?” Khabib asks while the whole table is silent

“Oh..yes. You know Diana, she’s my friend. And school is good. How’s the gym?”

“Ah yes of course. Gym is good, You know this always good. Islam is also your age 17 he is doing very good in gym, he train very hard and he is fathers favourite student.” He says

Islam looks very embarrassed and blushed a little.

“Oh. Really? Abdulmanap has a favourite, you must really be good!” You smiled at Islam

“I think he like me because i am quiet. I do not rebel i am determined” he didn’t look at you he stared at the table and fidgeted with his hands while khabib and the boys were smirking at him trying to talk to you.

“I’m sure you’re amazing..i had no idea you were my age, I would’ve said you were 20.” You replied feeling sorry for him, he was so damned awkward.

The boys all exchanged looks and laughed and muttered something to one another “stay here isu, we just need to get something” Umar said as they all stood up and Islam and you looked at them as if they had each had three heads.

“Don’t stress Islam, we will be a minute” Murad mocked, Shamil laughed and smacked islams back playfully as they all departed.

Islam was bright red and i was pink in the face…we both knew what they were doing. A few moments of awkward silence passed and you broke it.

“They’re not coming back for a while..they love to torment me.” You grumbled

“I know this, they tease me too. They are older, they think I am child.” Islam said finally looking at me.

“Yes, i see. You look bigger than Umar and Musa, i bet you are stronger too” you smiled trying to warm him up

He broke eye contact and played with his sweaty fingers again “i am not strongest, i will never be strongest i can only improve. Every mistake is a lesson.” He replied steadily

“Your humble, that’s good. Khabib is humble too. I guess that’s why abdulmanap likes you so much” you said

“I learn from them, he is a very good man. Very good” Islam said, the corners of his mouth raising ever so slightly. “You, you are kind. You have no siblings?” He asked me softly

My gaze softened “i am only child. My mother cannot conceive anymore” you said as nonchalantly as possible.

“Oh. I- sorry. I did not know” Islam replied obliviously mouthing curses to himself

You smiled softly at him and moved my face closer so he would look “don’t- you don’t have to feel bad. Everything has a reason.” You said

He looked at you. Really looked at you. His eyes scanning your face , his lips parting ever so slightly, his gaze softening.

You stared back, you stared at his youthful face. How the sun defined his features and highlighted his small scratches and bruises from training, how his manly features slowly came in. And how his lips-

Fuck.

His eyes moved down to your chest. You held your breath watching how the heat rose up his neck, how his breathing and body language changed. Then you watched his face when he realised what he was doing. How he silently cursed himself, how his cheeks flushed and how he apologised with his hands before the words left his mouth.

We both looked at each others faces feeling the tension. You shifted in your seat your heart pounding, you could hear his mind racing and yourself too. The look in his eyes, so hesitant and nervous but also so eager and excited.

You both opened your mouths and went to speak at the same time. You both got slightly embarrassed so you smiled and giggled, Islam smiled back fully his teeth showing and he started laughing too.

His smile was contagious and his laugh made you laugh harder.

END OF PART ONE!

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