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"MashaAllah, you're looking very beautiful like some angel," Zara let out a loud gasp as I entered the room in a bridal dress. I smiled sheepishly and stood in the front of the mirror. I looked at the girl in the mirror who was very different from me. She was wearing a red color bridal lehenga, with beautiful jewelry makeup and henna on her hands.

"Is this me? Wow, If I were a boy, I'll die for this girl" I twirled around and showed a toothy grin to Zara. Zara gave me a weird look and burst into laughter.

"Omg, so pretty..." Farwa entered the room with her wide eyes.

" Thank you," I blew a kiss at her.

"I was talking about the dress," She replied innocently which made me roll my eyes at her.

"I hate you..." I pouted and started adjusting my dupatta.

"You know you're pretty after all you're my sister," she planted a kiss on my forehead and her eyes held a lot of emotions. After that incident, an unknown wall was standing between us and I knew it will take time to break this wall.

"Let's go, everyone's waiting for you..." She held me by my arm and signaled Zara to hold my another arm.

I'm so excited for my wedding... omgg!

As I entered the hall, the spotlight started falling on me and people started taking pictures and recording videos.

Am I any celebrity??

Ahh, so much attention!

I'm gonna die!

Girls, please don't look at me like this!

I'm so nervous.

God, my hands are sweaty.

Mariya Aunty and Umaisha Aunty hugged me and helped me to sit on the stage.

I was feeling like a princess!

"Wow, you forgot us," my gaze met to the glares of my brothers, Hamza and Hammad.

"How can I forget my cuties..." I tried to stand up and touched their cheeks but I forgot that I was a bride, wearing a lehenga and I was the center of attraction.

My feet tripped in the lehenga and the next second I was on the ground. Everyone started looking at me and their whispers and suppressed smiles made me more embarrassed. I whined inwardly and tried to get up.

I was mad that no one came for my help, bro! I'm a bride!

I settled on my seat and glanced at those stupid monkeys who were smiling at me. I rolled my eyes at them and started looking around. I found everyone was staring at me.

Why everyone is looking at me??

Falling is natural, Don't they know it happens due to gravity?

Ohhoo, please! I hate that brown-haired woman who's laughing at me. Doesn't she know her teeth are yellow that I can see it from here!

Well, it's looking yellow probably cuz of lights.

Whatever her hair looks like a squirrel's tail.

Zaynah, it's wrong!

Okay, sorry!

People were indulged in talking and taking pictures and I was busy in talking with myself. Then all of a sudden, The most handsome man on this planet walked in, and the whole atmosphere started changing, the wind started blowing from a different side, stars started twinkling...and the clouds were dancing on their own music.

Zaynahhhh...! Stop being overdramatic! There's no sky, no clouds, no wind, and no stars! Why???

Yeah! But... Okay sorry!

As he sat beside me, my heart started racing and my breath got heavy.

It's not like the first time you're sitting beside him.

My hands became cold like ice which was sending a chill to my spine but then all of a sudden a wave of heat rushed throughout my body. Wajahat grabbed my hand and intertwined them. I gulped the saliva forming in my throat and peeked at him from the corner of my eyes. He wasn't looking at me but his lips were creased into a beautiful smile as he squeezed my hands gently.

So, my dream was going to complete today. I was smiling for no reason and a lot of happiness was flooding in my heart. As soon as I entered, my eyes started searching for her favorite person and as soon as my gaze landed on the princess of my dreams, my heart skipped millions of beats, and a strange heat rocked in my body.

I laughed at the sudden changes that were happening with my body as I sat beside her. It still felt like a dream. I had even pinched myself to confirm that was it my hallucinations or the beautiful reality.

But sometimes, the reality is more beautiful than dreams and I was feeling the same. I thanked Almighty for making me the luckiest man of this world.

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All the rituals were so hectic and to be honest I had no interest in them.

Or simply say... you're dying to see her in your bedroom!

Shut up!

"Wajahat, you can't go to your room," finally I reached my room after a lot of prayers and struggles but it pissed me off that Zara was standing with Hamza and Hammad blocking the door of my room.

Now, what the heck is this??

I just wanna kill...okay, sorry! I can't kill my sister but why she wants to be the villain of my love story??

"Why?" I asked with a large visible scowl on my face.

"You have to give us money," she outstretched her hands and opened her palms in front of me.

"What the heck? You should gift me something, why would I give you money?" I rolled my eyes.

" Cuz it's a kind of ritual... and..." she pursed her lips.

"Look, I don't care..." I gritted my teeth.

" Okay, then you can't go..." She smiled innocently and shrugged her shoulders.

I looked at Hamza and Hammad for help but they ditched me too.

I'll see them!

Those monsters left me no choice and I had to give them my wallet.

"Thank you...." Zara squealed with boys and I mentally rolled my eyes.

" Don't make my sister cry again or I'll ..." Hamza was threatening me like a big brother.

They were overdramatic like their sister.

" Get lost, or I'll beat the shit out of you..." I cut him off and sent him a glare.

I entered the room and headed towards my bed after locking it. My room was looking different and beautiful today. And a fragile figure sitting on the bed was filling a different beauty and chaos in my room.

As I was moving my steps, the rate of my heartbeats started increasing.

"Zaynah..." I called her name and sat on the bed. She was too shy to respond to me.

" Zaynah..." I whispered her name again but there was no response.

"Zaynah..." I shook her shoulders and she spooked like she had seen some ghost. She jerked my hands away and her dupatta fell from her head. She was staring at me with her confused large black eyes. She had just woken up from sleep.

God! How can she fall asleep...?

"Why did you wake me up? There was enough space for you to sleep and Don't tell me you can't share your bed with me and you want me to sleep on the couch. Now I'm your wife...and I'll complain to Aunty Mariya or Umaisha...I mean mama..." She was scoffing like a kid and my lips curled into a small smile.

"Damn, Zaynah, Why do you overthink so much? You're my wife and you have equal rights on my stuff too, just listen..." I made my tone soft and sweet.

"Yeah you don't have any other options, and I knew this threat will works on you, I'm pretty smart...Now I don't fear you... I'm your wife..."

She was speaking without taking a breath and this time my mind wanted something else and this girl...

I pulled her closer to me and the next second the words were lost in her mouth as she fell on my chest.

"Now, speak... complete what are you saying?" I smirked and asked with challenging eyes.

" What are you doing? Get away your fat ass..." But she wasn't some ordinary girl, she was Zaynah...

God Can't she be a little bit romantic and...okay can't she keep her mouth shut for a while??

"Bruhh..." I stood up straight and looked at her who was about to cry.

"What's wrong now?" I asked with real concern.

She didn't say anything and wrapped her little hands around my neck and buried her face in the crook of my neck.

It was so unexpected and I gulped the lumps forming in my throat. My mind started thinking a lot of...ughhh!

Why she's affecting me like this??

"No one cares about me, no one loves me," she muttered under her breath and I just wanted to kiss that dumbass and wanted to tell her that I can die for her, she's my life.

"Zaynah..." I parted from her and lifted her face by her chin. She looked into my eyes and I was lost in her dreamy beautiful eyes.

"I love you more than anything...I love you since I saw you, it was love at first sight," my voice became deep and I fixed my eyes at her beautiful face.

"It was the same in my case..." She replied.

"Really?" My voice shook a little and my eyes darkened as my mind was whispering again a lot of...Damn!

"Yeah... As soon as I saw you, I felt strong hate towards you...it was the hate at first sight..." She said nonchalantly which was not less than a shock for me.

" Zaynah..." I rolled my eyes and my face showed slight hurt expressions.

"Wajahat..." She called my name after some time and I looked at her with a little annoyance.

I know I was a jerk, and she didn't like me but this was not the right time to tell me this. Okay, I'm being overdramatic but still!

"Mr. Popular, yeah... it was the hate at first sight but you stole the heart of this nerd in seconds, and now it becomes hard to breathe without my heart...just wanna say I love you so much much much..." I had no idea what was she saying but it made me smile and race my heart.

I looked at the weirdo who was looking at me cutely, Man! I just wanna kiss her.

Before I could pull into a kiss, she moves forward and held my collar. Well, I wasn't expecting this, my eyes widened and I gaped at her.

She pushed herself at me and smashed her lips to mine. Our lips were moving in a rhythm and I knew it might sound corny but I wished to stop the world for us. I wanted this moment to last forever.

"I love you too..." We rested our foreheads together and our warm breathing was fanning each other's cheeks.

"How much...?" She whispered.

"Close your eyes and tell me what do you see? Darkness? Yeah, it's my life without you..." I picked the lame pick-up lines and whispered in her ears.

" Wajahat..."

"Huh..."

"When I closed my eyes, all I saw was food,"

"What?" I jumped at my place and looked at her. Is she kidding me?

"It's not my fault... You know no one cares about me, no one loves me, today there were about hundreds of food items, even that choco pie, shawarma but they offered me only some biryani..." Her large eyes were welled up from tears.

" I mean it was my wedding, I was the bride, they were eating cuz of me and I just ate a plate of biryani? Seriously? I hate everyone..." She wiped off her tears and scrunched her face which made my smile grow wider.

"Leave them, I didn't eat anything too, let's eat together, I'll feed you with my hands," I pulled her in my lap and caressed her cheeks.

" Really? " Her eyes lit up with happiness.

" Yeah" I nodded.

" I love you so much... Ummmahhh," she blew a kiss towards me and hopped from the bed.

She intertwined our hands and started running.

"Baby, slippers..."

"Shhh," she didn't listen to anything. It felt she has found the whole world.

I was the most reserved, serious face man but now I was running with my stupid seventeen years old wife.

She's gonna be eighteen in a few hours!

We searched for the food and she started filling her plates with everything.

"Zaynah, you can't eat so many things..."

" Shhhh," she mouthed me to shut my mouth and I shrugged my shoulders. She was about to sit on the kitchen counter when I rolled my eyes at her and brought the food to a small table. She smiled sheepishly and started licking the mayonnaise from her fingers.

God, this girl!

I made her sit on the table and sat across her. I handed her a spoon and dug my spoon into my food.

"Wajahat..."

"Huh?" I saw she was eating anything.

" Can we please use our hands to eat this, I mean it's also a Sunnah to eat from hands..." She smiled nervously and I can't tell you how cute was she looking that I wanted to hug her right now.

"Yeah..." I threw my spoons too and dug my hands on it. She smiled cheekily and started shoving food in her mouth.

Our feet were touching and I was holding her another hand but in a few minutes, she freed her hand from my grip and started eating from both hands.

It was so odd for me but I guess I should accept her as she is. And I'm sure she will change with time. She's not even eighteen.

Wait...No!

I looked at the wall clock which was showing 12:10 am, I was so indulged in watching her that I didn't see the time.

"Happy birthday..." I shouted near her ears and she jumped from her place, the ice cream from her hands fell on her dress.

"Wajahat...you ruined my dress..." Her eyes were filled up with tears and I mentally facepalmed myself.

"Okay, I'm sorry..."

"No, you deserve punishment..." She picked the big piece of pastry and tried to rub it on my face. But I caught her hand pulling her face closer to me and placed the pastry between our mouths. Her eyeballs grew larger and her cheeks became rosy.

The piece of pastry was lost in seconds and our lips were smashing to each other. This kiss was different from others, I put all the frustration, desires, and love in it.

"What the hell," we both jumped together as the voice reached our ears.

Zara was scanning our faces with a shocked expression. I looked at Zaynah who was looking flustered and embarrassed. Well, my condition wasn't different from her. My sister caught me kissing my wife in the middle of kitchen at the midnight with a lot of food surrounded us.

"Ya Allah... forgive me please..." She closed her eyes from her hands and ran outside.

"Bruh, how I'm gonna face her... you're so stupid..." Zaynah whined and I mouthed her sorry.

" Well, I have something for you..." I tried to change the topic.

" A gift, omg a wedding gift?" She forgot everything and her eyes filled with a lot of excitement.

"Yes, come to the room..."

"First we need to clean this..." She flashed a nervous smile at me and I nodded smiling back at her.

We both cleaned the table and kitchen and headed to our room.

"Now, tell me what are you going to give me? I'm dying from curiosity," I said in an exciting tone.

He took something from the drawers, it was some kind of paper.

What is this?? Honeymoon tickets?

Omg! I'm blushing already!

God, he's so romantic!

He handed me the paper and I opened it with a lot of excitement in my heart.

"What the heck..." I screamed as my gaze traveled to the paper.

It was our midterm examination's date sheet. God, I was so busy with the drama of my life that I completely forgot about it.

"Wajahat..." I gave him a scared look.

"Welcome back to the reality, Queen Zaynah, you're an IISC student and you shouldn't forget the main aim of your life..." He said in a very serious tone.

"I'm gonna fail...I didn't study anything..." Tears started slipping from my eyes and I let them flow.

"Hey... You're Zaynah... The girl who cracked KVPY exams and reached here, you can do anything. Also, you are a lucky bish that you have Wajahat Shah as your husband...We will study together..." His voice brought relief to my body.

" Thank you... I love you..." My cheeks flared a little.

"We have our whole life for love, honeymoon, and other stuff, but this time our career needs us the most, and I promise I'll be always there for you and I'll help you in all possible ways to complete your dreams..." He pulled me in a hug and a beautiful smile formed on my lips. I was feeling like the luckiest girl in this universe.

"Well, I have also one thing for you..." He parted from me and took something from his pocket. It was a beautiful ring which I liked the most when we went to select my bridal dress.

And now it was on my fingers.

"I love you..." My voice cracked up from a lot of overwhelming emotions.

"I love you 3000"

"I love you infinity"

*********

Today was my last exam and yeah now I'm eighteen years old woman, lol.

"All the best," Farwa kissed my cheeks and I returned her a kiss. Now, everything became normal between us and she has always been standing for me, supporting me like a big sister. She told me that she's also seeing someone but will tell me at the right time.

Wajahat gave us an annoyed look and called Farwa, "Let's go Farwa...."

"God, I'm your best friend and you're being jealous of me,..." Farwa burst into laughter which made him flustered.

" You're stealing my wife, ma'am..."

"She's my sister, Sir..." She mimicked him.

" And she's my best friend, guys..." Zara showed herself suddenly and swung her arms around my shoulders.

"Let's go to the class," she blew a kiss at Wajahat sarcastically and we headed inside ignoring the glares of Wajahat.

We have completed our exam but the teacher wasn't allowing us to go as she was going to announce something after the submission of all the papers. I was exchanging looks with Zara who was also rolling eyes on the teacher.

I looked at the wristwatch.

Allah! It will take about thirty minutes more!

I put my head down on the desk and sighed heavily.

"Omg, this is Wajahat Shah from the third year..."

"God, he's coming to our class,"

"Damn, he's so handsome..."

"I wish he were in our class..."

All the whispers reached to my ears and I lifted my head.

My husband, Wajahat Shah was walking in. God! Calling him my husband feels sooo...

"He's arrogant, he never notices girls,"

"Well, it suits his personality..."

"You know I have the wildest fantasy with him..."

I gaped at the girls who were shamelessly talking about my husband.

Bitches.... How dare them??

"Look at his features and lips...Gawd..."

I swear I'll kill them.

"Actually ma'am, there's an emergency and some of my family members are sitting here right now, Can you please grant us leave?" His beautiful voice echoed in the room and my heart raced.

"Yeah sure, they can go if there have completed their exams, tell me their names I'll call them," the teacher smiled at him and he started telling her something.

"Miss Zara Shah..." She called a name and Zara stood up raising her hand.

"I'm his sister..." As she replied many eyes traveled to her as most of the people were still unknown from this.

"Have you completed your exam?"

"Yes ma'am..."

"You can come here..."

My heart started beating fast and anxiety started rushing throughout my body. She was going to take my name.

"Mrs. Zaynah Wajahat Shah..." The teacher called the name in a confused voice and a weird silence hovered in the classroom.

I swallowed the lumps and stood from my place.

All the eyes were on me and they have millions of questions. I became uncomfortable.