Have you ever been in a situation where you have no idea on what to do? Well currently, Ruhee was in such a situation.

Ruhee looks before her and wonders....

Wow.

She had never seen so many brides in one room before.

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9.......

Nine brides, a tenth bride would have been an icing on the cake.

Each bride was beautiful in her own way.

Ruhee was suddenly dragged and made to sit in front of a mirror that had a number 10 on top.

"Bring in the brides"

A voice came from somewhere and all the brides stood up and started leaving through a door.

"We don't have time" said the lady and covered Ruhee's head with a red dupatta.

"This will do for now" she said and pushed Ruhee out the door the other brides had left.

Ruhee followed them out holding her red dupatta over her head.

Where are they going?

They exit the room into a big open space where a big stage was set up, with two seat across each other on the stage and a translucent cloth seperating them.

Below the stage, another ten small stages were set up, enough for one person to sit, these stages where also seperated by a translucent cloth.

All the brides got up on each stage and Unknowingly, Ruhee also got up on the stage and sat.

A person carried around a file and pen, gave it to each bride, asked them to write something and then to the next. It was finally Ruhee's turn.

" Write your name and your father's name and sign it."

Ruhee did as she was told.

And suddenly everything felt silent.

A single voice was heard of an old man reciting?

What is he reciting?

After some time he asked...

"Do you Asra Khanam, daughter of, Babur Khan, take Asif Ahmed, son of Wahaab Ahmed , be your husband.

" Qubool Hai"

She was asked this three time.

Oh, someone is getting married.

This thought excited Ruhee and she wished well for the couple.

She zoned out, thinking of her Nikkah.

I want my nikkah to be so memorable, I'll never forget it.

She didn't notice how the Aalim got down, and started reading nikkah to the brides and grooms on the stages below.

When the Aalim came to the eighth stage did she notice. And got shocked.

Is he reading nikkah to them aswell?

Which means.... NO!!!!

The more closer that Aalim came, the more she got panicked.

Allah, no!!!

Then she told herself to calm down and think.

When the Aalim asks me, I am gonna deny and walk away. Yeah, that what I am gonna do.

Ruhee revised in her head how she is gonna deny over and over again.

Just then she saw one of the boys from before pass by.

Oh No!!

She quickly ducked her head.

" If any of them say no, means that them" she heard one of the boys say.

" Why do you think they would hide as a bride and groom?" the other one asked.

"They might think we wouldn't expect that and escape, but the way those two insulted me in public, I am gonna insult that girl in front of him"

They nodded to themselves and roamed around the small stages.

The Aalim was now reading to the ninth bride.

I am next.

Ruhee was almost in tears, she didn't know what to do.

The Aalim had reached her.

"Do you, Ruhee Shariff, daughter of Emaan Shariff, take Aayan Ibrahim, son of Rasheed Ibrahim, to be your Husband."

I don't even know who this Aayan Ibrahim, son of Rasheed Ibrahim is.

The boys were staring at her covered face, while the Aalim was waiting for an answer.

Ruhee took a deep breath and....

Here goes....

" Qubool Hai"

" Qubool Hai"

"Qubool Hai"

A lone tear had escaped everytime she repeated those words. Ruhee wanted to never forget saying those words and now, she never will.

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After that, Ruhee was bought to room that read 103. On entering the room all Ruhee wanted to do was puke.

The room was decorated with flowers and the bed had a heart with rose petals on them.

"Your Husband will be here soon" one of the two ladies said and closed the door behind them and left.

As soon the door closed, Ruhee fell to her knees and cried like she has never cried before.

After a few minutes, she got up and wiped her tears. She looked around again and thought.

Aayan Ibrahim, son of Rasheed Ibrahim. My husband. Ya Allah.

I don't even know who he is. What if he is an old man with a pot belly and bald head?

Ruhee rubbed her face with both her palms in exhaustion, when she heard the door creak open.

She froze mid motion.

The words of the lady that left her here played in her head.

" Your husband will be here soon"

" Your husband"

MY HUSBAND!!!!

Ruhee turns around slowly hiding her face behind her palms. She peeks through her palms but couldn't see him clearly. She takes a deep breath and unhides her face to see.....

Oh my god!!!