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𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘

𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘

Thankful, blessed and happy.

His eyes were filled with those emotions as she sat beside him on a huge couch kept on the stage of the vast function hall. She passed him a gentle smile, a pink hue spread across her cheeks. "You look stunning, Ma Shaa Allah!"

Her heart smiled at his words.

"Thank you!" She stared down blushing adorably. He couldn't help but chuckle at her cuteness.

Rough moments passed by as the relatives came in to meet the newly married couple looking as auspicious and beautiful as they could be together. Izhaan decreed as he stood in front of them, "You both look the highlight of everything and so beautiful. Ma Shaa Allah!"

"Thank you Izhaan!" Shahveer stated.

The night went enchanting and blasting. It was the time for Sahar to leave. She sobbed in Nani's arms. Clenching her arms as she remembered thousands of memories with her. Shaista stroked her back and pecked her forehead.

"Enter your new life with a lot of blessings and In Shaa Allah! It would be beautiful."

She nodded while passing a small smile though several tears ran by. She bids goodbye to everyone in her family including Izhaan. He tapped her head and teased her a bit as they chuckled.

Sahar and Shahveer left for the Mansion in a separate car.

"How does it feel?" He questioned as he drove swiftly through the driveway.

"I don't know. Apart from me feels divine happiness and a part of me feels sad for leaving my family," she answered with a gaze watching the view as it came in front of them.

"Don't worry! I'll make sure you are the happiest with me," he assured with a smile. She blushed, "I trust you, Veer."

And there he fell for her again.

For the first time, she called him Veer. No one has ever called him Veer and here she was stealing his heart again.

"How many times will you steal my heart? Because it's getting difficult to breath when my heart is with you." He expressed driving smoothly on the road. Her cheeks were aching as she couldn't help but blush at his words.

"What about you? You have stolen my heart too."

"That's something I can't help you with," he paused. "Because I don't wish to give your heart."

She giggled. The sound of her giggles sparked more happiness in his heart making his heart shine and his eyes glow.

"Alhamdulillah! Can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you!"

"Same here..." She expressed. He stopped in front of a private beach. She glanced outside the windows. "A beach?"

Peeping through the windows, she gazed back at Shahveer with her eyes searching for the answer to the question. "Aren't we supposed to go to the Siddiqui Mansion?"

"We are," he says with a sinister smile and got out of the car. Walking towards her side, he opened the door and asked, "Come out, Mrs. Shahveer."

Blood rushed to her cheeks making her bloom with jovial. The corners of his lips stretched as he smiled. She slid her hand in his and came out of the luxurious car. That day when she had retreated her hand back he thought he lost everything but now, his heart danced with joy as her palm wrapped by his hand.

Warmth acquired their hands smoothly as they walked. Sahar felt a little difficult to walk in her lehenga.

"Is it hard to walk in this?" He questioned. "No, I am enjoying this."

Hand in hand, they walked together under the moonlight. "Why is the beach so empty?" She questioned.

"Because I booked the entire beach for a few hours."

The euphoria of being married to him, made her feel jolts all over her body. She questioned again, "Why would you do that?"

"Because You and I with the moon witnessing is my favourite thing," he says holding her hand tighter. The sand beneath their feet was crisp and chilly.

The hushed stillness around them was joyfully calm. They sat together in the chilly sand together with hands entwined making jitters ran through their spine. The emotion was surreal to both of them.

The silence was spread across. They didn't speak a word yet so many emotions spoke to each other. He gazed at her,

"Moon and your eyes." Holding her arms tighter, he continued, "They are beautiful."

Her heart skipped a beat when their eyes met. How unique was that feeling? They could never think about it. It was surreal. He took a beautiful bracelet from his pocket. Sliding it on her wrist, he locked it. "This is so pretty."

He knelt in front of her. With such hope in his eyes; he began,

"You made me realise how love works, how one's happiness matters even if it hurts you. You were the first person my eyes searched for, my heart longed for and my soul wanted."

He smiled as she looked at him with such admiration and love.

"I love you, Sahar! Thank you for making my life beautiful by coming into it."

She gasped when he pulled out a ring from his front pocket. He asked for her hand, "May I?"

She grinned when he slid the ring on her ring finger. The same ring which he bought at the time he proposed to her. She hugged him. The warmth hitting their selves, making the moment more ethereal than it was.

He pointed towards the sky. The black sky was pitched with charcoal but the moonlight gave a feeling, of surreal. She gazed in the direction of his finger, still in his arms.

Fireworks blasted up and the words that were written held her heart touching with a different kind of happiness.

"I love you, Sahar!"

She giggled heartily as tears ran down her eyes. Happy tears to be precise. He grinned wider looking at her face which shone brighter due to the light of the fireworks. "You wrote my life like a fairytale," she stated.

"If a fairy in a human-like you exist, so does the fairytales," he said with such a smile that made her fall for him more. "I love you too, Shahveer."

His heart, his heart longed to hear those words. They were not just words, they were emotions he craved from her. The night was beautiful, while the moon witnessed the unity of love.

"I never knew nights could be so beautiful," she smiled.

"I promise I'll keep you happy forever." He says.

"I trust you." She held his hand with a smile.

The sound of laughter could be heard inside the huge lobby outside the room of Meesha. Sahar, Shahveer, Rayed and Izhaan sat inside talking about random things.

"Did you see? The way that girl was drooling over you," Rayed asked Izhaan as they ate a packet of chips. "She wasn't," Izhaan stated with poker eyes.

"She was there at our reception party too," Sahar stated.

"You guys set me up with every good looking girl you see. That's not fair!" He whined drinking his juice. "Why, don't you like Arzoo?"

"Come on! Say it, Izhaan. Don't be shy!" Meesha hit his arm, chuckling at his awful expression.

"There is nothing to be shy about in this." He munched some more chips gazing at the cricket match going on in front of him on the television. "Oh really? Weren't you having a shy conversation with her in the afternoon's feast?"

"I didn't even try. She was trying to make a conversation over nothing. Why would I try when she is not my type?"

"Ohh really? Who's your type?"

"My type is someone innocent and too sensitive like a flower," he stated in a daze sipping his drink.

"Woah! Woah! What a description Mr. Ali! You're officially selected in my office for the head male lead of any department you like..." Rayed joked.

"Do you even have a company Mr. Qureshi?" He teased along with Rayed. "Shut up!" Rayed hit him.

"Got hit by the arrow now."

"By the way, Arzoo is engaged to the owner of KMD enterprises," Meesha broke the ice making Izhaan sigh in relief. "Acha hai!"

(Good thing)

"I am waiting for Meesha to get married," Sahar stated, pressing her lips into a thin line before stating again, "I don't why but I want to see her married."

"Please let me go," Meesha sneaked towards the bed, shy at the presence of marriage. "Rayed is there to get married first."

"Me? No way!" He chuckled nervously. Eating the chips, he looked here and there but them. "As they say, if it's for you then it's blood and if it's for me, it's tomato curry?"

Izhaan hit Rayed with a pillow beside him, making the folks laugh. "I have this guy feeling that Izhaan will give us a treat dinner now," he joked.

"In whose happiness?" Izhaan sipped the cola. "In whose happiness? Our happiness, yaar."

"Izhaan, the famous architect can't give us one treat. This can never happen," Shahveer stated. Sahar chuckled. "It's alright give us one treat. And that too your cousin's favourite Arab cuisine," She said proudly.

"How can you not give up on that cuisine ever, Sahar? You have been eating that since childhood. Don't you feel fed up with it already, yaar?"

"Arab cuisine suits me the best."

"Okay! Let's go, peeps," he stood up gulping the last sip from the tin of cola.

Even though, there were circumstances that had twisted and turned them. Making them as restless as they could but everything, in the end, turned into something too fine.

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Peace; peace touched every corner of their as they recited the translations of the Holy Qur'an together.

"And of his signs is that he created for you from yourselves mates that you may find tranquillity in them and he placed between you affection and mercy. Indeed that are signs of a people who give thought."

Shahveer gazed at her as she read sweetened translations of the Arabic verses of the Qur'an. The words were the truth. The undeniable truth they lived with.

"Subhaanallah! And how true is that!" He says. Closing his eyes as she kept reading the translations.

(Praise be to Allah)

The tired evening sun peeked through the long curtains of their room, a warm stroke of air coming from the windows. At the weekends, the evening time was theirs. Reciting Qur'an together, drinking caffeine together, a heart to heart conversation and a bright future to dream of.

All of the things about marriage in Islam were true. It is a blessing which turns life into the brightest side, a companion beside to face every hardship together and lead his or her to heaven which is the destination of every journey.

It was nothing like the media shows. The wife would never pressurize the husband nor the husband would, it is a beautiful blessing bestowed upon the ummah of Prophet Muhammed (May Allah honour him and grant him peace)

In this generation, people had grown fonded of haram relationships. Nothing in the world would compensate the haram by normalising it. Haram is haram. May Allah(SWT) prevent us from falling for such a sin.

Halal relationship; How enchanting it is just to imagine! A wife waiting for her husband to get back from work, praying together, eating together, praising each other, reciting Qur'an together, playing with your spouse is sunnah, calling her by sweet names is sunnah.

The life of Shahveer and Sahar had turned into such a blessing by the mercy of Allah(SWT). Their story proved the saying true, "What's yours will find you."

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