Not mature. Rated it to prevent it being posted on teen sites.
Cringy unedited first draft that I, as the writer, don't have the heart to read again. I cannot edit it, too busy, so I keep writing ahead. Read at your own risk and responsibility, know...
"MUBARAK HO." Yumna entered the bridal room, giggling and hugged Hoor tightly kissing her cheek who grimaced at her display of affection. (CONGRATULATIONS.)
"Now we're supposed to take you to the stage. You have to sit with Ahil bhai." "Ye krna zururi hai?" Hoor scrunched her nose and Yumna slapped her head. (Is it necessary to do this?)
"Yes. Zuroori hai." (Yes. It is important.)
"Ok. Let's go." Hoor stood up and Yumna grabbed her hand and glared at her. "Hoor, you're going to the stage as a bride. Kisi rah chaltay thelay se gol gappay nahi khane jarahi so aesy munh utha kar chali jao." (...You are not going to eat Gol gappy from a random vendor at the side of the road that you can go like this.)
"Maine to ab kch karna hi nahi hai. Tum log karo bas. Meri toh sunta hi nahi koi." She sat back on the sofa with an angry face.
(I am not doing anything now. Only You guys do. No one listens to me)
"Faria, Go and tell Arsalan that Hoor's ready. They can come and take her. Aur tum, Tum yahan se back door se niklogi, phr apne baba aur bhaiyyon ke sath stage tak jaogi. Understand?" (...And you, you'll go from back door. Then go to stage with your father and brothers...)
"Jootay utar du? Nazar toh ayengy nai." Yumna sighed and sat on the chair, she had no energy left. Hoor knew how to piss her off. (Can I take my shoes off? They can't be seen anyways.) —---------- It was a few minutes later when Hoor was walking on the carpet, her right arm intertwined with Ayaan's arm and left one with Arsalan's arm while they had Momal and Meerub in their free arms respectively. Ayaan was wearing a black pent coat with Momal wearing the same coloured frock while Arsalan was wearing a blue pent coat with Meerub wearing the same coloured frock. Hoor's father was sitting on the stage since he got tired due to all the activities. Ahil forwarded his hand and Hoor put her hand in his. Since they were now married, they had to show some formalities in front of the people and both of them were aware of it. Hoor sat beside him and started smiling at everyone and answering the compliments while Ahil only rolled his eyes. Her mother in law and Ahil's relatives etc came to the stage because they all wanted to do some rasams. Her mother in law asked Wania to start with the rasam and she moved forward. She took a piece of Gulab Jaman <A sweet dish>.
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She took the piece towards Hoor's mouth but stopped midway hearing someone. "Aray, issay kiu rasam shuru karwa rahay ho, Ye bewa hai, badshugooni hoti hai." An aunty commented and Wania's face turned red with the humiliation. Hoor clenched her jaw and was about to say something but Wania kept the piece back on the plate and left the place. (Why are you starting the Rasam with her? She's a widow. It creates badluck.)
"Aj kal ki larkion ko toh kxh bhi keh do, forun Moo ban Jata hai." She grimaced. 6 year old Ali, who was sitting on the stage floor with Momal, was seeing everything.
