Manzoor E Nazr | ONGOING

8 | promise

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07:25 am

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Abeer was setting her dupatta in their room while glancing at herself in the mirror in front of her. She saw Arham approach her through the mirror, with a small velvet box in his hand. Her eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion, he already gave me my muh dikhayi, then what's that?

"Abeer, I need to talk to you" his velvety voice spoke while looking into her brown orbs through the mirror.

"Jee?"
(Yes?)

Arham took Abeer's comparatively small hand into his big one, caressing her knuckles whilst his dark eyes looked intently into hers.

"I wanted to give you something that'd mark as a promise to you" He spoke, emotions swimming in his eyes. Her brown orbs just looked back at him with utter confusion in them.

"A promise that I, as your husband will be forever yours to love, to touch and to own. I'm completely yours as so are you completely mine; this ring will serve as a memory of the promise I made to you today."

Abeer was flabbergasted. She was surprised, never in her entire life could she ever think that Arham of all people would do what this man infront of her was.

I'm his.

The words uttered from his lips set a storm in her heart, her heart set ablaze from those mere two words. The amount of intensity in his gaze made the girl shudder.

Impressed, was an understatement. Although nikkah is the bond that promised all this, his doing wasn't necessary at all. But it made her heart warm up to him for it, her heart swelled at his actions.

She smiled at him, her eyes glossy. "I-" Abeer was at a loss for words, she didn't know what was supposed to be said at the moment.

Arham bent down on one knee before his wife. Abeer was shocked, she felt bad that all he was doing wasn't necessary. She felt guilty for not having to do even a little of what he did, her imposter syndrome got to her as always.

"aap kya karre, uthiye"  Abeer asked, her eyes wide whilst she bent to grab his arm.
(w-what are you doing, get up) 

He placed his index finger on her lips, shutting her up.

"People consider arranged marriages a nightmare or a failure. But I'd like to make ours a wonderful dream that never ends, and I want to enjoy this dream with you by my side, Abeer. dete tum mera saath?" (Will you be by my side?) he extends a hand out to her. "Will you, Abeer Khan be my wife?" He asked, looking into her brown eyes which were filled with unshed tears, threatening to fall out.

Fresh tears started flowing effortlessly from her brown orbs, her hand flew to her mouth. She felt happy and grateful, she felt a mixture of emotions. Alhumdulillah hi rabbil ala'meen.

(All praise belongs to God, Lord of all that exists.)

She takes his hand, blushing as a new bride would. "Yes, in shaa Allah" (if Allah wills) she replied, whilst thanking her lord quietly.

Abeer was on cloud nine. She never thought of her married life to be this blissful; yes, it's too early to call it that. But, she was truly happy and content.

He slipped a ring onto her delicate finger, officially marking her his for the world to see.

"Y-yeh sab zaruri nahi tha, faltu mai karre aap ye" Abeer muttered, unable to meet his eyes. Her face was as red as a tomato, and her hands were cold due to nervousness.
(All this wasn't important, you've inconvenienced yourself)