Scrambled Tales

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Coming back to Seher has always been something Arhaan Ahmed knows he has to do at the end. She has been her final destination, always. But today, for once he is afraid, maybe because of all the things that happened in the past few weeks and all the lectures Haris had provided him with.

But along with that, he is nervous, this time he is the one coming to Seher, and hopefully, she will take him with open arms. That's the only thing he can wish for.

Clad in her bridal attire she is looking eternal beauty. Today their happiness knows no bound. Years of waiting, years of hiding their love, and after facing all kinds of ups and downs, here they are, a few steps away from being in together.

Walking down the aisle is never been easy for any girl. All the memories of childhood till this very moment comes running up in mind, making one numb, the next few moments will change their life. A new family and a person with whom you are supposed to share everything. And Seher Mirza is no exception. Holding the hands of Saira she takes cautious steps down the lane, thinking about everything and nothing.

Zain holds another hand, supporting her, giving her a silent promise that no matter what, he will be there for her. Isn't that the thing about siblings, when Seher and Zain used to be in school, they used to fight over every single thing, growing up they became each others soul support and today Zain is already upset thinking about the farewell he has to bid his Aapi, in next few hours.

Standing on the other side of the curtain, Seher could see Arhaan Ahmed Khan, her love, her friend, her home. But for some reason, she stopped. She stands still, Saira asked her to move but Seher keeps shut being numb.

Whispers begun about how the dulhan has stopped walking, without thinking Arhaan comes to her side, he knows Seher needs support, his support.

"Kya hua bacche? Sherni ho na meri. Daar lag raha hai toh rehne dete hai."

Holding her hand he whispers lovingly as if going away from the nikkah field is not a big deal.

Well for Arhaan Ahmed, it's not, if Seher is not okay with it, there is no need of doing this, he is happy to have her, and their live-in NYC is pretty much good.

" Lehenga bohot bhari hai Arhaan." Seher complained like a child.

That's the thing about Seher Mirza, she never complained about anything to anyone, but in front of Arhaan, she is the pampered child, complaining whining pouting for no reason, and Arhaan loves this thing about the most.

"Sorry baccha. You know na this is all because of Sadia Khala, I will talk to her okay. Do want to change first?"

"No, let's get married"

Nodding his head he goes to the other side in his previous position.

The lehenga part is a mere excuse and he is quite aware of that, she just wanted to see him, assuring herself that she is marrying her Arhaan only. Little after the nikkah is done and the next few days their life changed.

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Standing in front of Seher's residence only one thing is going on in his mind. In the past two years, not for once has she complained about anything to him, and there is no way she will complain to anyone else.