( RELAX )

Is merely a word, but it has a lot deep meaning. but people has different concepts of it.

Some may suggests that relaxing is something you plan to do later-you do on vocation, in a hammock, when you retire, or when you get everything done. This implies, of course, that most other times ( the other 95% of your life ) should be spent nervous, agitated, rushed, are frenzied.

Arzoo was trying to imply this meaningful word in action right now.

With every passing second, her breathing and heart beat were betraying her.

Amaan has landed in AFG yesterday late night. He directly went to his home where everyone were sleeing except Ali and Mr. Ahmad.

He greeted them but was impatient to see his mother; with steady and slowly steps he entered Mrs. Zarina's room. Upon seeing her, he felt relief. He felt she is asleep but she was awake, with hooded eyes she looked at him, Amaan sat beside her and kissed her forehead.

'' you are awake?'' he asked in a worried tone.

Mrs. Zarina smiled and kissed his cheek, '' walaikum salam and I am a mother, mother of a workaholic young man, who is someone's husband now, who will bring his wife tomorrow insha' Allah. So how can I sleep?''

The mere mention of her, made his jaw clenched but for the sake of his mother he faked a smile and kissed her weak hands which were cold.

Amaan looked at heater which was on but still Mrs. Zarina was feeling cold, he knew she is weak and her health is deteriorating. He sighed and tugged her in blanket.

'' get rest mom, now I am here things will be fine''

He wanted to go to his room but Ali stopped him midway,

'' what is it?'' asked Amaan anger visible in his tone.

'' you can't step inside its aunt's command. But I assume she didn't tell you. Quit understandable because she is under her medicines, still she waited for you to see you although she was feeling tired and sleepy'' he said with a smile on his face.

'' and why is it so?'' Amaan asked with frustration, while taking off his blazer and folding his sleeves.

'' your room is decorated for your bride to come. But more decoration will happen tomorrow, so she said that you should sleep in other room. There are so many bro, pick one''

Amaan brushed his hair with his hand and sighed.

'' fine, I don't know what I will do to her, she is making the list long''

He said with anger in his eyes and passed by Ali, Ali sighed.

Morning came as a new hope for every human being, and Rahmani bungalow was decorated like a vision.

Every preparation was done, Amaan's designer suit was ready.

His designer and stylist had arrived from US too with him last night.

After a long workout session, he had a long and relaxing shower.

Changing in his white trouser and grey shirt which was showing his every muscles, pecs, abs visible, he sat in his office and started having his protein shake while reviewing some papers.

'' so finally you came?

Wow am I hallucinating?

Someone should pinch me so that I see am I seeing right''

Said Anabia in her usual dramatic ways made Amaan rolled his eyes.

'' I can punch you then you will see right''

Said Amaan with least interest, Anabia came and hugged him tight from behind.

Amaan smiled and hugged he back.

'' ok we can talk more later but I have to go and get ready, I am taking Arzoo to beauty parlor''

Amaan turned and completely ignored her mention, he busied himself in his files.

Anabia saw it but since she knew his temper so it was wise for her to not say a word and leave from there.

As expected she picked Arzoo around 10.

Arzoo cried her heart out while hugging her uncle and noori since she knew now she will leave this house as someone's wife.

After she left, the whole house became quite and empty but Mr. Jamil had nothing in his hand.

This was about to come one day or other.

Arzoo was ready she was looking breath taking but she was nervous.

There were two reasons.

One was her phobia of cold (cryophobia and frigophobia) since it was winter and lightly snowing outside.

Second was she has never worn such a revealing dress before.

Its ok I have this shawl around me I will be ok I need to calm myself otherwise my phobia will take me over.

No I am fine, and I will be

She took deep breaths and tried to calm herself.

'' oh my god just look at you! I am sure brother will lost all his senses after seeing you''

Anabia said excitingly

She was right every eye in beauty parlor was on Arzoo, they were praising her and the brides were eyeing her.

She felt uncomfortable.

Arzoo was feeling so shy but still she gave her a small smile.

'' really Arzoo you are looking breath taking but why are you uncomfortable?

Is it cause of the dress?''

Arzoo looked at Noori and then looked down

'' so many things''

She said almost like a whisper, Noori smiled and took her hand.

'' everything will be fine you just calm yourself ok?''

Arzoo give her a stiff nod.

'' now take your bouquet of flower in your hand, we have to leave car is ready and decorated with flowers just for you, brother is already in hall waiting for you''

Cold shiver run down her spine.

She almost froze in her place.

Her heart was pacing like it will come out of her chest.

She held the bouquet tightly in her hands while she thought it might slip any time because her palms were sweating.

I can do this, I can face him, I am his wife now, and so I have to face him.

She kept chanting this to herself.

Ali entered the beauty parlor and froze on his place after seeing goddess of beauty in front of him.

I wish you a good life although I know what kind of a person he is.

That bustard doesn't even care about his wedding.

'' Ali where is Amaan?''

Anabia asked him and he came to his senses

'' yeah ............. Um

He's .... getting ready so I came to pick you all before we gate late for function, we should be in hall Amaan will join as there''

He sighed after informing them about the situation.

Anabia sighed and Arzoo was battling with herself to keep her nerves calm.

It was 8pm at night so they were already late for hall.

They left for hall and after 30 mins ride they arrived there.

She could hear music playing in the hall but she was send to bride's room in the hall since she had time to make her entry.

Amaan entered the nikah hall, well dressed his black suit, his hair brushed with style, a minimal stubble was making his strong jaw more prominent to every eyes. His eyes and his strides showed his power.

Everyone couldn't help but notice how handsome he was.

He had everything, he was rich

Handsome

Famous

He had power

He was everything whom a girl can dream of a life partner and a father can dream for his daughter.

His every step showed power, authority, command, and sovereignty.

His looks were beyond words to explain.

He entered with a dominating and intimidating air.

While on the other hand Arzoo was sitting in bride's room in hall waiting.

Her heart was not beating but hammering right now.

She closed her eyes and swallowed her dry saliva.

God be with me I need you

She closed her eyes and kept reciting A'ayatul kursi sharif.

Anabia and Noori took her green shawl in front of her by holding each side of it so that she is hidden at the other side of the shawl two witness came and asked about who she choose as her guardian.

'' Arzoo Rahmani daughter of Aabid Rahmani who do you choose as your guardian?

The asked her thrice

She took a deep breath

'' my uncle Mr. Jamil Azeem'' she replied

After a while they came back still Arzoo was hidden from their eyes.

They handed her the nikah certificate which was already ready cause of the influence of Amaan , nobody could dare to hold his work or mess with him. In normal cases it takes time to get the official nikah certificate but who we are talking about here.

Amaan Rahmani

She signed it with shivering hand.

She was shivering now; her breathing was uneven.

She thought she would collapse any time now.

The time has come.

Remember Arzoo you have promised to your uncle and yourself that you will make your life with him.

Your mother and father are watching now.

You can't let them down.

You can't let your uncle down who raised you this while like his own daughter.

She closed her eyes and tears slipped from her eyes,

That's it now I am officially his wife.

After they left Noori hugged her and so Anabia and congratulated her.

The witnesses brought the certificate back and put it in front of Mr. Jamil he handed to Amaan to sign it.

Amaan looked at it, hate and anger was boiling in his veins.

He rubbed his stubborn stubble and took the pen from his father.

With no interest at all he sign the documents.

You are a burden whose been forced on me.

You are the sole reason of my mother's tensions.

You are the sole reason of my this unmeaningful step and also you are the sole reason of your own disastrous future.

Everyone clapped and his father hugged him and so Mr. Jamil and Hamid.

He mulavi handed the certificate to Mr. Jamil. he took it with tears in his eyes, he looked at it and remembered the time when he hold Arzoo when she lost her parents. How vulnerable she was, how lost she was, her eyes were so empty and looking at him with soulless eyes.

he took a deep breath and looked at Amaan, he handed him the certificate with shaky hands.

'' as the guardian of Arzoo, i give her to you officially. please take care of her, she is very precious to me, she had been to a lot, just be with her, just like her amber eyes, she is as pure as amber itself''

Amaan was listening to him, he scratch his bro and took the certificate from him.

'' Don't worry i will take care of her''

he very well knew the meaning of his promise to Mr. Jamil. he surely will take care of her, she was her drudge so he had plans for her.

Music was on the wedding hall and every one were dancing and celebrating their union but two hearts were beating differently.

While was waiting to see her pained face.

Other was nervous for her upcoming future.

This union was different for them, they never expect it and never want it but they had to do it.

Arzoo knew it but she had no other choice but to accept it. She felt indebted of her uncle and his love so she couldn't be more pain for him but to go to her destined house whom her father chose for her.

While Amaan, never wanted her.

He never asked about her and never cared about her.

He always thought that she doesn't exist in his life and only her name was nagging in his life so he would disappear her name too.

But destiny was written and he couldn't deny it when his mother's health was in question.

Dinner was served but Arzoo avoid it.

Arzoo was standing completely ready in her white trumpet strapless Versace gown.

It was one of a piece.

It was a lace gown studded with Swarovski making it more mesmerizing.

Floral lace overlays an effortless trumpet gown in an elegant display of everlasting style.

It had a sweetheart neckline with side draped rucked.

This silhouette effortlessly hugged her body.

With a knee length veil which measured approximately 45 in length and it felled between her knee and mid-calf.

Her cleavage was not showing but her neck, collar bone, arms, and back of neck was showing which made her nervous.

She kept it simple with just diamond studs in her ears and a diamond tiara on her head making her like a princess itself.

Two diamond bracelets were bracing her cream color wrists with diamond rings in her fingers.

'' Anabia it's so revealing how can I go in front of the people?''

She blurted these words breathlessly.

'' it doesn't show your cleavage, don't worry plus you have your shawl, you can cover yourself but not now. brother is waiting for you on stage and so everyone else. you can't wear this shawl now.

You can wear it when you sit on stage beside brother'' (wink)

She was nervous but now more nervous after hearing about him waiting for her.

Oh god how should I go there?

How should I face him?

Noori tapped her shoulder

'' relax take deep breaths''

She was very nervous now

There were so many reasons for that.

Her revealing dress

Guest who were staring her non stop

Her heels, which she couldn't walk properly with it.

And of course him her husband, she will face him now but how?

What if I fall?

These heels are so disturbing I am sure I will fall.

And he?

How will he look at me?

He is such a sophisticated person, he had seen girls much better than me, how will he see me?

Girls???

No!

Why do i feel possessive about him whom I haven't seen till now?

May be because he is my husband now.

'' Arzoo!''

Anabia vigorously shook her

'' huh?''

She caught off guarded.

'' what are you thinking?''

Asked Anabia with a teasing smile and shine in her eyes.

Arzoo bite her lower lip and eyes down she replied.

'' h....how can I go in front of him like this?

This dress is so revealing''

Anabia laughed at her nervousness

'' he is not going to bite you........ at least

She paused and continued

'' at least not now in front of everyone ''

Her cheeks were red giving full competition to beetroot her eyes were shivering too.

Noori hold her hand and made her sit beside her

'' listen Arzoo this is the day which was supposed to come. You need to be confident and walk confidently to him. Remember he is your husband now, you have to get use to him and this dress looks amazing on you''

She gave her a brief smile

'' thank you''

She murmured

'' no thank you now get up''

The beautician and stylist adjusted her veil and blusher on her head , they had done a good justice to her real beauty, with smoky eyes and nude color lips, a slight touch of blush on her cheeks she was looking mesmerizing. Her hair were in curls and cascaded to her left shoulder.

Her veil was a blusher veil which is a single layer veil added to the ceremony and it's worn over the face. She was looking like a goddess.

She looked so pure

So innocent

So enchanting

Mrs. Ahmad entered the bride's room.

She froze on her place after seeing her.

'' Masha 'Allah you are looking so beautiful my child, my son is really lucky to have a wife like you who is beautiful inside and outside god bless you my daughter''

She kissed her forehead.

'' my son's bride

My Amaan's Arzoo''

Arzoo hugged her and started crying.

'' no no no please don't cry let brother see you like this, I know you won't makeup in front of him so let him see you like this''

Anabia said and broke their hug she checked her makeup but thank fully it was not ruined.

Amaan entered the main hall of the wedding.

Every eye was on him, while all the young girls were getting weak on their knees.

All the guest couldn't help but gawked at his handsome face and charismatic appearance.

The air around him was dominating and intimidating which was intimidating everyone around him.

He was dress in 3-piece black Armani suit with white dress shirt and burgundy dotted tie with a swift Rolex diamond studded watch.

His hair neatly set and his cologne was spread in the whole hall.

He walked with confidence to the stage and waited for her to come.

'' why they hell they are gawking at me?''

He asked irritatingly from Ali.

Ali chuckled .

'' they haven't seen a groom like you before. someone who is not from this world''

'' shut up''

What am I doing here?

I can't believe I am here and that too for a burden to give her so called respect.

FUCK

'' don't abuse in your mind too these people are not used to these curses''

''will you shut the fuck up I don't need to stand her but alas that I am doing this for my mom otherwise they don't deserve to even stand in front of me''

Ali sighed and rolled his eyes.

'' now where the hell is this piece of shit?

Should I stand here all night?''

'' she is coming wait''

..................

Finally the will see each other but what will be there reactions?

to find out keep reading.