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Amal

" Zarah, they don't fit me.You wear them."I said thrusting the glass bangles in her hands.The young woman shook her head and wearing the bangles.

" yeah, they actually do fit me right.Who brought this wrong size for you anyways?"She asked.

Shaking my head I said.

" I don't know."My matching bangles didn't even fit me.I felt the tears brim my eyes.

A warm hand reached forward and clasped around mine.Turning to look at my sister in law, I saw her smile in an assuring manner.

" Don't worry, I'll ask aapa and she'll bring just the perfect matching bangles for you."I nodded and curved my lips to smile at her.Walking down the stairs with her, I saw all the preparations almost done for the mehndi function which was about to start in a few hours.

" You know today you'll have to eat a lot of sweets."Zarah giggled.Making me join her.

Flickering my gaze upward, I saw the man enter through the front door.The sophisticated aura screaming all around him.With confident steps he walked through the hallway.Dressed in a formal dress suit like always, he looked like a prince of some state.His blonde brown hair styled backwards and his jaw stubbled.The man glanced upward and his gaze clashed with mine.His blue eyes smiling like his lips.

My very own grey eyes widened seeing the man walk towards us.It felt like a dream to see him around us.Utter shock plastered me as I managed to make out the words.

" Bashar"Another voice whispered softly from besides me.My own words clogged in my throat as I heard the name.

" Assalam O Alaikum."Bashar said as he came to stand before us.

Smiling warmly at the man, I replied to him.

" Congratulation"He stated smiling more widely.

I could sense Zarah swooning all over the man and trying to control the bubbling laughter inside my mouth, I spoke out.

" I am glad you could make it-"

" How could he not, I practically forced him into the flight."My husband's voice filled around us as he joined us.Placing his arm around Bashar's shoulder he stood besides his friend.The two man chuckled and Zarah almost lost her balance.Her weight pushing over me, making me steady myself and her too without getting noticed.

Turning to look at the girl besides me, I could see her flustered form, her hesitant eyes staring at the man.

" How are you Zarah?"

Now, I was shocked.

" I am fine."My sister in laws small voice barely spoke out.The blue-eyed man's stare was also directed towards her.Looking at her for a longer time as if reading all of her features intently.

Arsalan winked at me but I couldn't bother right now when a very important daze was being shared in front of our eyes.I felt myself grin seeing the two lovelies.

Arsalan cleared his throat before excusing with Bashar so that he could show his friend his room.But before the two left, I saw the slow smirk that curved Bashar's lips making me grin ear to ear to my sister in law.

Nudging her in the ribs lightly, I hooted lowly.Seeing the girl blush and fan her face.

" That guy is so hot."She muttered.Making me laugh out loud.

" We know each other for a few years now."She added.

" Oh really, then there is no time to hide.Lets go I'll tell everything to ammi."I teased.Zarah made an unbelievable face before moving forward to chase me.

I laughed running away from her.Striding upstairs, I walked into my bedroom.My attire for the night was already set on the bed.Deciding to take a quick shower, I walked inside the washroom.

Hours later, I stood before the mirror all ready for the function as Ahya secured the flower hair gajra around my braid bun.Adding another bobby pin, she tied the knots of the gajra together before moving back.

" Here, all set now."She said.

Standing up from the seat before the vanity table, I ran a hand down my skirt.Feeling it fit perfectly against my body.Turning around, I felt the fabric kiss my toes.Ahya smiled at me hearty.Making me smile at her too.

Looking in the mirror, I adjusted the dupatta on my head.My makeup was simple and very minimal that included a dab of blush to my cheeks and the nude lipstick.Mascarra coated my lashes and was simple and natural.I had an orange skirt on with a mustard yellow blouse.The skirt was made from the finest velvet and had bunches of embroidery lined in plates all around the flowy material.The silver embroidery bringing out the colour effectively.The blouse was made from original chiffon and had full hand embroidery on it.The silver wire work and stone embellishment adding to the beauty of the dress.The dupatta had the same embroidery and colour as the blouse and had the borders embroidered only.

The dupatta was settled on my head with one end hanging over my shoulder.Looking away from the mirror, I saw the room empty with no signs of Ahya.Sitting on the seat once more.I wore the matching glass bangles.

The door opened as someone entered making me glance up to see Aunty Meena.

" Ready?"She asked warmly.

Making me nod my head.

" Okay, I'll call the girls then as everyone is here."I nodded again as she walked out of the room.Seconds later the door was burst opened as my sisters in laws walked in giggling.Zarah, Shahwar and Ahya had matching dresses on.Their dupattas were dyed in a contrast of pale green, orange , yellow and royal blue.And their skirts were floral embroidered with the base colour bright yellow.Their shirts were in orange colour with full crafted embroidery of stones.And their hair were parted from the middle and ended in a low bun with flower gajras on.I smiled widely at them, appreciating them silently.

" Come on, its time to go to your husband."Shahwar said grinning.

Helping me up from the seat, we walked out of the room and into the brightly lit hallway.The chandeliers shined and the house smelled of jasmine flowers.

Walking down careful with the girls, I was stopped as the man came in.Making me lower my gaze as they held the flower decorated covering over my head.Salah, Imraan, Bashar and Hira's husband held the four corners over my head.It was a fancy flower covering, used for the brides.

The four men were dressed in crisp white Shalwar Kurta.I was astonished to see Bashar in such casual attire as the man passed me a smile.The girls accompanied the men as I took mu place in the middle.The weaved white flowers hung from above the shelter around me.

As we moved forward, I felt the muscles in my stomach clench.A sense of reality and past playing in my mind.The smile slipped down my face as I gulped in anxiousness and worry.

Walking through the double doors, I felt eyes turn to look at me as we stepped in the garden.The bright lights hit me, as I looked down at the floor.A warm hand reached forward making me look at Asiya as she stood besides me now.Passing the woman a soft smile in assurance, I fisted my skirt to stop the swarming heat in my stomach.

Feeling a heated gaze, I flickered my eyes to the charcoal ones that were before me now.The sharp intensity making me loose my balance.Heat danced from my neck to my face, filling me in making me blink to break the daze.

As handsome as ever, my husband stood before me dressed in a white kurta shalwar with a contrasted waist coat that matched my attire.His overgrown stubble was trimmed now yet his hair across his forehead.Grinning at me, the man took a step forward making me avert my eyes and look downwards.

The merciless warm shivers floated down my spine.The men around me moved as I breathed out.Breathing in and breathing out, I was walked to the antique wooden swing especially brought for Amal and Arsalan.The men moved away, taking the shelter with them as I was guided to sit.

Zarah and Asiya helped me settled down on the seat.Getting comfortable, I adjusted my back against the posh sea-green cushions that had wire and stone embellishments on it.The wooden was carved in a very sophisticated design adding the simple and unique look to it.

My mother-in-law came before me as she smiled.Holding a small silver plate and spoon, she leaned towards me.

" Amal shehzadi, this is honey, so we will start the function with something sweet, okay."She said softly making me open my mouth as she forwarded the spoon.

The sweet texture of warm honey melted against my taste buds making me swallow it down my throat.The fairy lights caught my attention as I took a good view of the garden.The lights were bright contrasted with fairy lights.Marigold and roses decorated the tables.On the side remained a food counter where the dinner was supposed to be served.Tables and chairs were set all around the garden where the guests were seated.Chatting and laughing with themselves.The boundary wall of the garden was lit with candles jars creating a soft glow to the bright lights.

Besides the wooden swing were two couches where I could see my aunties and Daadi Ma seated.

Soft music played in the background as the kids fisted rose petals in their hands and threw them over my husband in a certain pattern as he made his way towards where I was seated.

Settling besides me, he gave me a grin making me smile at him in return.

" Shall we begin?"Ammi asked as we both nodded our head.

Beatle leaf was placed on my palm as the ladies came to do the rasm.Blessing us with loads of dua's they sweetened our mouths with julaab jamun.

After the rasm had ended, the soft music died away and now as traditional songs played, the men couldn't stop themselves.

I giggled as Salah and Bashar dragged my husband to dance with them.Arsalan turned to look at me as he stepped with his brothers.Straing at me, he danced with his cousins and friends grinning like a goof.

Enjoyment brought happiness and the stars witnessed the ecstacy the night had brought.

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M

y hand itched as I blew my breath over it.An intricate henna design was made on my hands stopping just before my elbows.The henna design covering my hands was very detailed and thin, each little circle contained a hundred little flowers, closing a life in them.

Smiling down at my hands, a distant memory blurred my mind making my heart palpate at the flashbacks occuring on the thin curtains of my head.

My hands shook as I stared at them, my henna clad fingers trembling before my vision turned blurry.The orange dupatta slipped from my head as I remained helpless.A lone tear slid down my cheek making me lower my head.

My feet were also henna clad so I couldn't even run.

Ja-

Jal-

Jala-

Closing my eyes tightly, I tried to focus on something else.Opening them, I looked down at the beautiful dress I was wearing.My pink shirt was made from embroidered chiffon and the skirt was of banarsi material contrasting with my shirt.

The orange dupatta was placed on my head again making me look up at the person.Concerned light brown eyes stared at me.Looking at the baby girl in the woman's arms, I managed to smile yet a worried Shahwar looked down at me full alert.

" What happened? Are you okay?"I managed to nod my head yet the words died at my tongue's tip.

" Are you sure?"She asked.

Maira cried in her arms, as the mother rocked her.

" Arsalan-"I choked out as more tears blurred my vision.

Shahwar was quick as she nodded.

" Okay wait, I am calling him."

And then she was gone leaving me in the large hall all alone.The afternoon sunlight streamed in through the large windows, falling over my feet.The house was eerie silent as the ladies were all out since morning to do their last minute shopping.However, Aunty Meena, Shahwar and Daadi Ma were home as I was getting my henna done since morning.

" Amal-"A worried deep voice called out making me look at the man as he stepped inside the room.

My Savior.

" What happened, baby?"Arsalan asked as he leaned before me.His eyes running down my body assessing that I wasn't hurt.Charcoal eyes stopped at my face, as the man cupped my cheeks.

" Janaan, why are you crying?"Arsalan

asked and the simple words made me break into pieces.

" Arsalan, her mehndi is almost dried.Take her to her room maybe she is not feeling well."I heard Shahwar.

Gulping down my throat, I glanced at the man to see him stand to his full height and in a second he effortlessly scooped me in his arms.I placed my head on his shoulder crying softly as he made his way to the stairs.

Painful memories guarded my mind, my past gnawing at my skin suddenly. My husband's muscular arms tightened around me, as we stood before the bedroom door.

Pushing it open, he softly placed me on the bed, careful enough to not destroy my mehndi.He sat besides me, staring at me as if he was searching for something.His thumb pad wiped away my tears.Making me flicker my eyes to him.

" Please tell me, why were you crying?"He asked.

Looking down at my hands, I sniffed before placing my head on his shoulder.His arm curled around me instantly.

" I thought all of this was a dream.I felt that I would wake up suddenly and you would never be there."I confessed.

He breathed out loudly.

" Oh baby-"His fingers crooked my chin upwards making me come face to face with him.Placing a passionate kiss on my forehead, he held my face.

" Amal listen.I am not going anywhere and non of this is.Its all real.We are real and our love is real.Don't go back to whats pulling you there.Stay here with me, where you belong.Stay with me.Okay?"

I nodded feeling the words soothe me instantly.

Humming, I leaned against him as he pulled me closer.The light streaming from the window casted over the floor as we sat there silently listening to each other's heart beat in sync.