I am not ready yet.

Meaning of the quotes in picture☝️:

What do you know about my intentions

I'll steal your breath and take you away

Heart is telling to be criminal

There are many rests after these offences

I am like unknown night

My pleasing morning is you...

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Shahnoor's POV :-

"Everyone please be quiet, let the beautician do their work." I said getting irritated.

Our cousins crowded our room, I am totally frustrated right now. Farah is getting ready by the beautician and this girls were squealing that they also want to get ready by the beauticians.

"Shahno, why are you doing this? Please, we also want to get ready by the professionals." Arfah said.

"But arfah, farah is the bride not you and what I am saying is once farah is ready than we will think about you all.huh?" I said.

"Oh please, keep it yourself shahno, you are good in doing such stuff doesn't mean we too are also good.So let us get ready now." Rumi said scoffing.

"Do whatever you all want to do." I said and went in bathroom along with my stuffs.

I changed in to a perfect silk black long frock, than I did my makeup keeping my eyes smoky and my lips nude pink with a light pink blush and highlight, I am done.I wore a rani haar (queen designed necklace) of golden colour with white beads along with jhumkas (Earings), which farah gave me.I let my hair open as we are getting late.



Walking out of the washroom, I saw my cousins were running here and there doing their own chores in the end.This wouldn't had happened if they had listen to me at first, I told them it would take long to get farah ready but stubborn they.As I walk in further, they all stared me in awe, because I merely took 45 minutes to get ready.

"Ma'am, your sister is ready." The beautician said, I nodded and walked towards the bed with her.

I rounded the bed and came in front of farah, The only word I can say is 'Mashallah'. I Can't stop staring at the beauty in front of me, wearing blood red dress with gold details on it. She was wearing heavy jewelries such as double traditional designed necklace set and heavy Earings with big nose ring and hair accessories. Her makeup was a full bridal makeup with eyeshadow and red lipstick. The beautiful dupatta spread on her head was heavy edge designed, gives her look of queen.



"Mashallah farah, may Allah save you from evil eyes." I said kneeling down in front of her, holding her both hands.

"Shahno," she called my name, I raised my brows indicating her to continue.

"Shahno, please tell everyone to leave the room for now." She said with insisting eyes.

"Okay wait." I said while standing up.

"Everyone! Please can you leave the room for now? let farah rest for a while." I said.

"Shah-"

"No shahno! Leave please." I said glaring at arfah , she is so stubborn.

As everyone leaved the room taking their stuffs not before hitting draggers at me. I closed the door and walk towards farah.I sat next to her.

"Yes, now tell me what happened?" I asked.

She was clutching her hands from last one hour, her eyes were shivering as a tear escaped her hazel orbs.

"Shahno," She breath out my name heavily.

"Farah~ please tell me what happened? I am getting scared sis." I said almost crying.

"Sha-shahno ga-galti hogai. (Shahno I have mistaken.)" She dropping my heart at the words.

"Shahno, I shouldn't have don-"

"Chup hojao farah, yeh kiya keh rahi ho tum? Hosh me aao aur dekho ki tum kaha bethi ho. (Shutup farah, what are you saying? Come to your senses and know where you are sitting?)" I said getting little scared of realisation.

"Shahno, I-I am not ready - I am nnot ready for this marriage thing yet." She said shaking her head slowly as realisation were visible in her wide eyes.

I kneeled down in front of her, quickly holding her both hands, making her look at me.

"Now listen to me carefully, you did this marriage because of your parents.I tried to save you but you were the one who insisted on doing it.Now your nikah is done farah, you are not just a daughter but a wife as well. You don't need to hurry in everything, take your time, ask him to give you some time before you two come closer.You are understanding, right?" I asked.

"Yes, but what if he tried to force me?" She asked getting worried.

"He is your husband, he has every right on you but that doesn't mean he can force you. He maybe a mafia but he is a muslim too, he knows what sabr is farah. Like he waited for you over 2 and a half year to marry you righteously. Now do you need any other proof than this?" I said, making her eyes go wide.

"2 and half years, shahno did he told you that?" She asked.

"No, akib told me." I said.

"Akib? Who is he?" She asked making me realize that I took his name, I cleared my throat as I got nervous.

"He is...amm...the guy I told you about." I said nervously.

"The one you love?" She asked quickly, I nodded.

"Be careful shahno, you know na-"

"I know everything but right now what matter is you.Allah will give you and him sabr farah, don't worry he is Almighty, the creator of the world, you and me, he holds the earth and seals our faith with the one who he wants." I said, She nodded and hugged me as I hugged back.

"You will always be my first priority sis, may Allah bloom your and Akib's love into beautiful and happy one." She gave her blessing as a elder sister.

"Inshallah, you two will be happy as well." I said with teary eyes.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The knocking on the door made us break the hug, I got up and opened the door.

"Shahno," Firoz said but stopped at the moment he saw me.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Aa...Shahzaib bhai is calling you." He said.

"Oh ha (yes), I am coming. You go." I said to him.

"Okay." He said and left.I walk back to farah.

"Farah, I am going to Shahzaib bhai. We'll soon meet you." I said, she look at me for a moment than nodded.

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As I enter the guest house, yes guest house because we will take the baraat from here as the wedding reception is held in the palace. Its not far from here, anyway I saw only mens here which is quite uncomfortable but as Shahzaib bhai said they are not bad, they didn't glance towards me twice.

"Hey girl! Could you take a photo of me?" A girl may be same age of farah asked me.

I am surprised to see a girl though, she was wearing baby pink lehenga of modern design.It was hugging her tanned figure perfectly, displaying her waist and back.Her shoulder length highlighted hair were open in curls, but the thing is her makeup is quite too glowing like everything shines like her eyeshadow of silver and pink shimmer colour, with highlighted cheeks, nose, chin, and collarbone. Than her too much glossy lipstick. Wallah! She likes to shine.

"Arey, I know I look beautiful but I am getting late? Take na." She said showing off.

"Amm...I am getting late miss.." I said with a polite smile.

"Rania is the name and what are you getting late for?" She asked scoffing.

"Shahzaib bhai called me, you must know him, right?" I asked.

"I know him, No wait! I am the one very close to him. Well how do you know him?" She asked.

"He is my brother-in-law, my sister's husband. He never talked about you though." I said.

"Well..he is kind of not talkative, the thing is your sister got lucky that I leaved him for her..or else he should have married to me until now." She said while playing with her curls, I blink at the new information.

"Well, I should be grateful for that, Jazakallah ms.rania. Than please excuse me, I am getting late." I said and leaved hurriedly, not waiting for her lies.

I enter in Shahzaib bhai's room only to find 3 mens in black suits and ear piece.They look huge and weired.

"Excuse me miss, are you shahnoor." One of the man asked me.

"Yes." I said shortly.

"Mrs.Jamila wants to see you." He said.

"Well, who is she?" I asked.

"She is raees boss's wife." He said.

"Oh! But I have to wait for Shahzaib bhai, let him come first." I said as I don't believe any stranger but why this jamila aunty wants to meet me.

"Okay miss, than we will leave as we are in need to report to madam." He said, I nodded than he left with 2 others.

I sat on the edge of bed,waiting for Shahzaib bhai. After good half an hour he came out of the washroom, wearing his sherwani(groom's outfit) which is white colour with navy blue patterns on it and white full volume salwar.He is drying his hair with towel.

"Baccha,you are here?" He asked throwing the towel on the sofa.

"Yes bhai, but you called me earlier. You are not even ready." I said pouting, he chuckled while putting perfume on his wrist.



I can't ignore the fact that whenever he laughs as it is rare, something I don't know what but something does happen to my heart.

"Don't worry, I am not a girl. I won't take long to get ready." He said with a smile as he walked towards the dresser.

"Shahzaib bhai! Shahzaib bhai! Let us help you." Firoz came in with akib.

As firoz saw me, his eyes travel on my attire. Akib was standing right next to him, they both were wearing off white sherwani with patterns on it and blazer with golden handkerchief.



"Shahno, you are looking ugly." Firoz said.

"What?!" I asked in disbelief.

Well, its not like I am saying I am too beautiful but seriously you can't say those harsh words when akib is here.

"What are you saying firoz?" Shahzaib bhai asked.

"Bhai, you told me not to cross my limits with her. But I need to complement her as she is looking so beautiful but at the sametime I can't say beautiful to her, so I said ugly.Now is it okay?" He said as if doesn't matter.

My cheeks turned hot, maybe red as well. Ya Allah, what's wrong with this man? How can he say such thing so easily?

"No, its not okay firoz. Stay in your limits."Akib said in a stern voice.

"Akib bhai, now you too?" Firoz said in shock.

"Shut up! Now firoz." Shahzaib bhai said.

"Baccha, help me wear this things." Shahzaib bhai said to me, I nodded and walked over to him.

I took the Raja haar (king necklace) which is made of white pearls, he sat on the side of bed.I put in on him while hooking it from behind.Than I put on the silver rolex watch on his right wrist.Firoz helped him for his hairstyle, while akib put on his pagdi and made him wear mojdi (traditional indian footwear).Finally I fixed a white shawl with silver designs on edge on his left shoulder.



"Mashallah, you are looking like a king." Firoz said with a brotherly hug as akib joined them.

I don't know what to do, So I stood where I am with a smile. As they broke the hug, shahzaib bhai look at me with a smile.I smile back lightly as he patted my head with his right hand.

"Oh! Shahzaib my son, you are looking so handsome." A lady maybe in her 50s came in the room and said.

She was wearing red saree, her jewelries Mashallah was too much with her diamond necklace to her cockroach designed Earings, than gold kada set (bracelet) in her right hand to diamond watch in her left one.And she didn't left any of her fingers empty, each had rings of different designs. Her brown dyed hair were pulled up in high bun with a big diamond hair accessory fixed on it.Making her look richest of all.

"Thank you aunty."Shahzaib bhai said with a smile.

"Oh, don't need to thank my son.Well who is this pretty lady here?" She asked looking at me.

"This is my wife's sister shahnoor, Shahnoor this is jamila aunty, raees uncle's wife." Shahzaib bhai introduced us.

"Assalamu alaikum aunty, amm...one of the man said that you also asked to see me." I said remembering the men in black suit.

"Why did you wanted to see her aunty?" Firoz asked.

"Oh..that..amm...its just that I wanted to see Shahzaib's wife, so rania told me that her sister is here.Thats why I thought I can talk to her." She said with a nervous smile.

"But why did you came so late?" I asked.

"Amm...Rania's study were going on."She said, I nodded.

"Everyone lets go, we are getting late." Raees uncle said coming in.

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As the baraat entered jai mahal palace, roses and perfumes were showered on us. Everyone is dancing around Shahzaib bhai's horse.I am standing with akib and firoz well they were also dancing in full form.Allah, I am feeling shy, so I kept on walking along with them.

I got to know that raees uncle and his family along with firoz lives together with Shahzaib bhai in his mansion and akib, he has his own house. All I want is just Allah keeps this rania away from my sister, she is full of ego and annoying.

The palace was fully lit up with lights and diyas. The dinner arrangement were done outside near pool area.





As we came across the small pond which was in the centre, it is decorated with flower petals and candles in small glass. Small seating arrangement were also done either side of it.



Finally we reach at the entrance of the hall, where farah is waiting for her groom.The entrance is designed so awesome with lilies and lights hanging shaped in designs. There were 6 curved design doors facing eachother lighten up with each had chandeliers hanging on them.



Ammi, aunty along with my whole family were standing at the entrance to welcome us.As we went inside every one separated their ways. Only Shahzaib bhai walked on the aisle towards farah, he sat next to her.

We all sat on the seats arranged on the sides of aisle.



"Shahnoor," Akib called me, I look around to see if anyone is watching but thankfully everyone is busy.

"What?" I asked whispering.

"Let's take a picture." He said, I gasped.

"What?! No, not now everyone is here." I said.

"Love please." He insisted.

"Shahno!" I heard ammi's voice, she must searching for me.

So I ran away shaking my head in 'no'. I know I did wrong but I can't take picture here.What if everyone knew about us?

Farah's POV :-

Reception got over, everyone congratulated us. He was smiling all the time while me, I was sitting like a statue with no emotion.

Right now, I am in my, no in our room which decorated with velvety maroon curtains.Even the bedsheet and pillows has velvet maroon cloth with golden design on it.The four side of the bed has four velvet maroon curtains. To my left there is a long curved window which has four velvet curtains as well and at the end of window there is a long full mirror. There is desk in front of the bed and two leather off white seats. In front of the window, there is dining table attached.



The bed is soft and comfy, I traced my hand on it while tears formed in my eyes. Shahnoor and I liked this kind of bed, we always used to say that Inshallah we will someday buy it but its expensive. And comfort always comes with high price and demand but we lived in necessities.I stood up from the luxurious bed which is I am not used to. Shahnoor told me that he requested not to decorate the room with flowers or candles. I don't know why but I feel comfortable now not seeing the decoration yet this room gives newly wed vibes.

'I should change before he comes.' I thought.

Reminding myself everytime that my heart belongs to someone else.

I am not going to wait for him in this beautiful dress, It is only for azam not him. I'll change and sleep before he comes.I walked in the washroom, after getting a fresh shower, I changed into white salwar-kameez. I dried my hair a little and applied lip balm on my lips.

He should be here anytime soon, I should sleep before he comes.I walked out of the washroom and lied down on bed covering myself with the oh! So comfortable duvet.

Knick!

I hear the opening of door than it closed, he is here. I closed my eyes tightly while clutching the duvet with my hands.

'Please don't come here, please.' I prayed silently.

Just than I heard the other sound of door opening, must be washroom. I slept still until I hear the running water. He is getting fresh! Alhamdulillah!

After some good time, I hear the door opened making my heart drop, my hands and feet got cold, I feel feverish.

'Ya Allah, help me.' I thought.

I felt the side of the bed get dipped making me clutch on the duvet tightly. My body stilled when I felt his cold hand removing my wet locks from my face, exposing my neck.I felt his cool breath on my neck before he pressed his lips firmly on my neck, my breath hitched. I bite on my lower lip trying to be calm. I'll pretend to sleep, I am not going to move, I am not going to face him.



He placed feathery kisses on my neck before he started sucking on the soft spot, tears breamed down the side of my eyes.I fisted my hand trying to control myself.

Slowly his right hand clutch my right shoulder firmly, he turned me around. I came face to face with him as he is hovering on me but I kept my eyes closed. I felt his breath fanning on my face, minty and fresh.Just inches away from my lips he is, making my breath labour by the seconds. I don't know what he is doing as time passed by but none of us moved. Just the mingling of our breaths visible, for any how I am very thankful to mouth freshner I used or else it would be so embarrassing.



"Farah," He whispered, I gulped on hearing my name so sexually.

"I know you are not sleeping." He said and I slowly opened my eyes.

Looking in his deep blue ocean orbs, which were demanding love and only love, tonight.

'But, how will I be able to give you the love which I had already given someone else.' I said to him in my thoughts cause in reality I won't be able to say it, ever.

"I love you." He said making my heart drop.

This is the first time he confessed it in front of me properly.

"Sha-shahzaib," I whispered nervously as I never called him by his name.

"Say it again." He said with emotions swirling in his eyes.

"Sh-shahzaib, I want to say," I tried.

"Yes, what?" He asked eagerly.

We were so close that I find it hard to say, I took a long breath and closed my eyes than opened them again.

"I am...not..ready..for this...Suddenly..so fast." I know my words jumbled but I said.

"Don't say such thing farah, I have waited for very long. Don't make me wait anymore baby, let me love you all night. Let me make you feel my love, so you can also love me back." He said in a husky voice.

Allah, how can he say so much without even thinking. I must be red by now but thanks to the lights, he can't see me properly.

Before I could do anything, he kissed on my jaw, making me gasped.Than his kisses travelled on my throat to the collarbone. His wet hair tickling my skins, my breath is becoming uneven by the time.