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Hamza was standing in Ali's room's gallery. He was just standing idoly waiting for Ali to come out of the washroom so that he can use it. He was sharing room with Ali as his was occupied with guests. He turn around to go inside but stopped when he saw Ramsha standing on adjacent balcony looking curiously at him.

He looked back to see if anyone was standing behind him but no one was there. So he looked at her with narrowed eyes copying her expressions.

"Mohtarmaaa..." he called out to her loudly. "Koi jinn winn dekh liye kya?" He asked controlling his laugh.

She startled at his comment. Recognising his voice. He sure wasn't Ali, she concluded. But seeing Hamza's expression played along with him. "Haa wo tumhare piche khada hai." She said pointing towards him.

His eyes widened, looking horrified he didn't dared to look back. Thinking for the solution he started to recite Ayatal-kursi.

Ali who just came out of the washroom heard the commotion outside and stepped towards his brother. His eyes widened seeing Ramsha controlling her laughter on Hamza's condition and Hamza was shaking with fear.

He kept his hand on Hamza's shoulder to get him back to reality when he shrieked loudly "aaaaaaaaaaa..." causing him stumble a little.

"Hamzaaaa hosh ma aa mai hu tera bhai." He began to shake him profusely while clutching his shoulders tightly.

Hamza at once came to reality seeing his brother. But that stupid was still shaking him uncontrollably.

"Areee haaa bhaaaai agayaaaaa mai hosh me." He shouted making him stop. Ramsha laughed out loudly at their drama. Both of their heads turned to her causing her to control.

"Tumm. Yaha kya kar rahi ho?" Ali enquired.

"Wo...wo mai to bass..." she trailed off not wanting to tell him that she wanted to just catch his glimpse.

"Wo mai to bas kya hah?" He encouraged her dramatically.

Ramsha got furious hearing his teasing voice.

"Mai mere room me hu. Tumhe kya?" She raised her voice.

"Ooohhh. But last time I saw, this was your room." Ali pointed towards his room, Hamza long forgotten in background.

She blushed at his comment.

"That was a misunderstanding." She stated looking away.

"But very beautiful though." Ali completed her sentence.

"Wait...wait...wait a minute. Break lagao zara. Yeh chal kya raha hai." They both startled at Hamza's voice who was looking at them with amused raised eyebrow.

"Kuch nahi. Tujhe washroom use karna tha na. Ja kar." Ali dismissed him.

"Nahi show start ho gaya hai. Ab to pura dekh kar hi jaunga." Hamza casually sat on the chair nearby.

Ali looked at him angrily.

"Waise kab se chal raha hai ye sab? Ammi ko bataya ya nahi k unki 1 bahu mil gayi hai." He said winking at Ramsha whose jaw touched the ground hearing his statement. She turned around & went inside with colors rosed to her cheeks.

Ali smiled at her form & turned around only to witness Hamza's teasing expression.

"To? Kab se chal raha hai ye sab?" He enquired like a detective.

"Kuch nahi chal raha. Tu ja na bhot zor ki lagi thi na. Ab ja." Saying this Ali pulled him off the chair and pushed him inside the room and turned around smiling as Ramsha's blushing face flashed in front of his eyes.

"You are in loooooveeeeeeee." Ali flinched when Hamza shouted in his ear & again ran away to the bathroom. He shook his head at his brother's antics.

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Hoor was feeling uneasy from morning. She couldn't sleep after Fajar. It was that feeling when you feel like something is going to happen and you don't know what. She was anxious she didn't knew what to think. Shaking her head she shook her thoughts and began to recite Quranic verses.

"If you want relaxation read Quran."

And that was what she was doing. After reciting to her hearts content she felt relaxed. No matter what happens she knew Allah has planned this for her.

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You can quiet imagine the condition of the desi wedding house. All of them was doing something or another.

Gifts were scattered around living room.

Sweets were decorated in the kitchen.

Guests were running here and there.

Decoration was about to complete.

Girls were getting ready. All the cloths were scattered on the bed.

While some boys were knocking continuously on bathroom door to get their chance of using bathroom.

In all this Hooriya was in bride's room to accompany her as she was getting "bored" while doing make up. She has brought her things here as well to get ready as her room was occupied by Haniya and some other guests.

Now she was entertaining the so called bored bride as she still had time to get ready.

"Saad bhai to dekh kar behosh ho jayege." Hoor winked at Mirha.

Mirha blushed.

"Tum itni tez ho dekh kar lagta nahi hai." She jokingly taunted Hoor.

Hoor acted as if offended. "Thanks for the compliment." She said bowing down a little keeping her hand on her heart.

Mirha could only shake her head at her antics.

"Tum kaise har waqt itna khush reh leti ho Hoor." She asked looking directly at her eyes.

Hoor's smile flattered for a second but she composed herself.

"Allah par bharosa karke. Wo jo karega behtar karega." She replied looking distantly.

"Lehenga pehn lijiye." Mirha got startled at Makeup artist's voice.

"Ham help kar dege." She dismissed the artist and stepped towards Mirha with teasing eyes.

"Dekho mai bata rahi hu. Ab koi aisi waisi harkat na karna Hoor." She pointed warningly at Hoor.

"Hamne kuch kiya bhi ham to sirf help kar rahe hai." Saying this she tightened her lehenga with 4 tight knots.

"Hooorrrrr." Mirha shouted.

"Thank me later." Hoor winked at her and entered the bathroom to change herself.

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It was an hour later that Mirha was ready to be Saad's bride.

She looked at herself in the mirror and all the flashback began to run in front of her eyes. The happy moments. The sad moments. Everything. She kept looking at herself knowing everything will change once she signed herself with him.

She startled with the sudden opening of the door. Turning around she found Hoor all dressed up looking beautiful as usual. Just how much she wished to call her Bhabhi.

"Masha allah." Hoor whispered looking at the bride. "Matlab aj dulhe ko behosh karne ka pura irada hai."

"Tum bhi kuch kam nahi lag rahi ho. Lagta hai Shehry aane wala hai shadi par." Hoor's smile flattered at the name and it didn't go unnoticed by Mirha.

"Hoor tum mujhse sab kuch share kar sakti ho hmmm? Mai janti hu k ham cousins nahi hai lekin ham friends to hai na?" Hoor looked at her with sad eyes not pretending anymore.

"Ha lekin aj apka din hai. Or aaj koi bhi sad baate nahi hogi. We will talk later." Hoor said assuring her with a smile.

Hoor started getting ready. The maroon colour dress was looking beautiful at her with golden hijab.

"Pata hai tum jis ko bhi milogi na wo bhot kismat wala hoga."

Mirha just finished the sentence when Zaydan entered the room who surely heard the sentence and looked around for the person at whom the sentence was aimed. His breath hitched. Heart accelerated. Eyes darkened. She surely was going to be the death of him one day. He took her whole being in his eyes as if remembering each & every detail. She was wearing maroon coloured long frock with beautiful big golden border at bottom, on stomach & on sleeves & around neck with golden dupatta which she wore as hijab. Her mehndi claded hands were adjorned with golden and maroon colored bangles.p

She was feeling nervous under his gaze. Mirha was long forgotten who was enjoying the show.

Hoor looked at him through her lashes. Her breath stucked in her throat. He was looking devilishly hamdsome in cream sherwani with golden & maroon emroidered border and maroon coloured pocket square matching her own dress.

(Imagine its pocket square as maroon)

Mirha coughed a little to gain their attention. Coming out from the trance Zaydan turned to his sister. He came towards her as if unfazed of getting caught by her own sister ogling Hoor.

"You look beautiful. Masha allah." He said patting her head. Mirha clunged to him at once not wanting to cry. It was the first time he was praising her. Hoor scooted out giving them some privacy.

"Ap kyu khud ko or usko taklif me dal rahe hai bhai." She said looking up at him who averted his gaze from his sister.

"Mujhe nahi pata tum kya keh rahi ho. Aj tumhara din hai. Koi or baat nahi hogi." He said cupping her cheeks. Mirha suddenly smiled at him. "Bhai...kuch der pehle wo bhi yahi keh rahi thi." Mirha exclaimed like she had won the trophy. Just then the door opened and entered the younger sibling.

Mirha turned towards him enthusiastically and asked.

"Kaisi lag rahi hu?" She asked Ahmer stepping towards him.

"Tum Husn Pari Tum Jaane-Jahaan,

Tu Sabse Haseen Tum Sabse Jawaan,

Soundarya dulhan Mirha, Soundarya dulhan Mirha,

Kya Rang Khila,

Kya Roop Sajaa,

Maine Hi Nahin Duniya Ne Kaha, Soundarya dulhan Mirha." Ahmer circled around her and sang dramatically forming invisible mike with his hand.

Mirha kept her hand on her opened mouth shockingly. How can he put her in detergent's advertisement.

"Ahhhhhhhh." Ahmer shouted when Mirha repeatedly slapped on his forearm.

"Bhai dekhe naa kaise aj bhi sata raha hai." She accused Ahmer for her tears. But the truth was that she would miss this banter with him.

Zaydan who was enjoying the show came forward and warningly looked at Ahmer.

He side hugged Mirha and soon Ahmer joined from the other side. They shared a group hug while Mirha hid her face in Zaydan's neck gulping away her tears.

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Hoor stepped towards her parents room to check upon them. She knocked the door and entered inside. Greeting them she sat in front of her father on bed who was all ready. Her father lovingly patted her head.

Her mother gave signal through her eyes to her father who nodded his head. Hoor looked between them confusedly.

"Ye kya baate ho rahi hai ishaaro ishaaro me." She asked.

Rehan Khan took her hands in his and cleared his throat.

"Beta apko pata hai na ham apke liye koi bhi galat faisla nahi lege."

She nodded her head as if assuring him. "Ji abbu yeh bhi koi poochne wali baat hai."

"Beta hame ap par pura bharosa hai. Yeh baat hamesha yaad rakhna." She confusedly glanced at her mother.

"Abbu. Hame pata hai apko ham par pura yakeen hai or yeh bhi pata hai k ap hamare liye koi galat faisla nahi karege." She said pressing his hands a little to assure him.

"Agar ham apse kuch kahege to ap karogi na." She was now more confused. Her thoughts drifted to her proposal but she shook her head not wanting to think about it.

"Abbu ap keh kar to dekhe. Apki beti hai ham. Ap ko to direct order dena chahiye. Lekin abbu baat kya hai ap aise pehliyo me kyu baat kar rahe hai."

"Waqt aane par sab pata chal jayega apko. Bas ye yaad rakhna ham apke liye koi galat faisla nahi karege." He said and kissed her forehead lovingly, cupping her cheeks with his hands. Hoor didn't knew what to think or say. And she didn't want to force them. So keeping aside her thoughts like always she tried to ease the situation.

"Khan sahab. Apki begum jealous ho rahi hai apni bonding se." She said jokingly and looking at her mother with teasing eyes saying that Rehman Khan loves her more than her.

"Huh. Mai kyu jealous hu ap dono ki bonding se." JahanAra huffed and folded her arms on her chest.

They both laughed out loud soon followed by her not knowing the coming storm will snatch the smiles from their faces.

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Nikah was done. Mirha was bonded with Saad. The photoshoot & dinner was going on with the constant teasings. Saad was sitting with Mirha in ladies section. Hooriya, Fajar & Safiya were gathered around the bride. Whereas Humaira (Saad's sister) with her cousins was standing at groom's side.

"Aaaaaaaaah makdiiiiiiiii." Everyone startled on Safiya's voice and looked at the direction of her fingers. She was pointing at Saad's feet continuosly shouting 'makdi makdi makdi'. Everyone began to gather around them when Saad removed his shoes to check the spider. Humaira bent down to his feet and started checking for the spider.

When couldn't find anything she stood straight and looked up to find Hoor, Fajar & Safiya gone. Looking down she checked Saad's shoes and sure to her thoughts it was not there. She huffed.

"Bhaiiiii apke jooteee."

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Safiya ran hiding the shoes in her dupatta. She was finding place to hide it when she saw Ahmer coming towards her looking gawkingly at her. She was looking like a fairy in that yellow & pink lehenga. Ahmer couldn't take his eyes off of her. She came to him with a blush adorning her face.

"Haseen lag rahi ho." He stated in a trance. She blushed more forgetting the work in hand.

"Ap bhi kuch kam nahi lag rahe." She stated as if doing a favor by giving him a compliment.

"Hah. Yeh boldo k sabse zada handsome mai hi hu is puri shadi me." He huffed jerking his collor.

"Ji nahi apse zada ache to Zaydan bhai lag rahe hai." She opposed.

"Ha to bhai kiske hai." He said not liking her way of praising someone else.

"Hamare! Acha ye sab chode. Ye le joote. Bhot mushkil se mile hai. Inhe kahi chupa de ap." She hurriedly said and pushed the shoes in his hands & ran away.

Ahmer just looked at her & then at shoes. Smiling to himself he shook his head & started searching for a place to hide the shoes.

"Ahmer tumhari behen ki shadi hai. Yaha kya kar rahe ho. Jao sab bula rahe hai." He saw Fajar coming towards him.

"Ha bas wo...ye joote tum kahi chupa do." Fajar confusedly took shoes from him thinking how he got his hands on the shoes as it was with Safiya but nodded at him.

Ibrahim came towards back side to attend the call when he saw Fajar. A scowl on her face she was searching something while mumbling under her breath.

He than took in her form from top to bottom. She was looking not less than anyone. Pink color was doing justice with her form in every way.

(Just imagine this dress with hijab around her head and full sleeves.)

Astagfirullah. Saying in his mind he shook off the haram thoughts and stepped towards her.

"Ahmm." He coughed a little to gain her attention.

She turned around at the voice and looked at him. Her breath stucked looking at him in black kurta salwar. It was the first time she was looking at him like this. Without blinking their eyes they kept gawking at each other.

"Fajar Aapi." They looked away at Azhar's voice.

"Aapi wo...Taijan dhund rahi hai apko. Kuch jewellry ka keh rahi thi mai bhul gaya ap khud hi pooch lijiye." Saying he was about to turn around when Fajar stopped him.

"Azhar ye lo. Kisike hath na lage. Ache se chupa na." Taking a last glance at Ibrahim she sprinted off.

Azhar looked at Ibrahim with questioning eyes but he just shrugged and went away.

Azhar had a very weird habit of forgetting the task in hand so he kept chanting.

"Chupana hai. Chupana hai. Chupana hai." Ranting in his mind he entered the ladies section and saw Hoor sitting beside Mirha. Saad was no where to be seen may be went in men's section thinking something he went towards them.

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