Chapter 9

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The air outside flowed calmly in rhythmic patterns, a stark contrast to the chaotic atmosphere within the Khan villa. Inside the luxurious mansion, it felt as though a hurricane had swept through, leaving the residents dancing to its unpredictable tunes. Furniture lay scattered, a testament to the frantic movements of people rushing about.

The elder members of the family appeared as if they had lost their minds, caught in a whirlwind of distress. Girls whined and bickered over dresses and makeup, while boys, having endured enough, displayed signs of exhaustion. Though the males cursed their fate silently, they found no opportunity to voice their complaints amid the chaos.

Amidst the mayhem, typical desi aunties took full advantage of the hospitality extended to them, indulging in the delicious cuisines and other services provided by the family.

Fahad and Zahra, slightly disoriented, tried to assist others while grappling with the realization that their daughter was about to be betrothed. Initially excited and joyous, the approaching day brought the stark realization that their beloved daughter would soon embark on a new journey, forming a new life and family. The weight of this reality weighed heavily on their hearts.

Saiba, too, found herself an emotional wreck amidst the preparations. Although her departure wasn't imminent that day, the impending realization that she would be leaving in just five days overwhelmed her. Mawra and her other cousins made sincere efforts to uplift Saiba's spirits, though they couldn't resist teasing her about Sufiyaan's name. Despite the emotional rollercoaster, these moments were recognized as the golden highlights of the wedding festivities, creating memories that surpassed the allure of all the extravagant details.

In the Agha household, the ambiance mirrored the hustle and excitement found in the Khan villa. Like the Khans, the Aghas were caught up in a whirlwind of preparations, with the mansion bedecked in beautiful fairy lights and elaborate decorations. The entire place buzzed with activity, leaving no detail untouched to ensure the grandeur of the upcoming celebration. After all, it marked the marriage of the first heir in the younger generation.

Raina, in her element, moved effortlessly from one task to another, meticulously overseeing the arrangements to guarantee everything looked impeccable for the arrival of her daughter-in-law. Throughout the week, she radiated joy, expressing her gratitude for gaining a daughter like Saiba through her son's marriage. Her heart swelled with appreciation for the divine alignment that brought Sufiyaan and Saiba together.

The younger generation, especially the siblings, eagerly anticipated the arrival of their eldest sister-in-law. They held deep affection for Saiba, admiring her soft-spoken and gentle nature—a refreshing contrast to their brother's demeanor. They regarded her as a source of kindness and understanding, a mediator in moments when their brother's sternness demanded it. In her, they found a perfect counterbalance to Sufiyaan's seriousness, and they were thankful to have her enrich their lives.

They all shared silent laughter at the visibly agitated Sufiyaan, who struggled to maintain composure. None dared to voice their amusement aloud, recognizing that a lion remains a lion, regardless of the circumstances. Despite his outward calm, Sufiyaan's adrenaline surged as he reveled in the anticipation of marrying the love of his life, making her his forever. Expressing his gratitude, he had even offered a shukr e nafl, thanking Allah for granting him his deepest desires and blessing him with the best life partner imaginable.

Sufiyaan had insisted on keeping the nikkah in the Khan villa's garden. For him, that place was a lucky charm, as it was where he had seen Saiba, his dil ka sukoon, for the first time in his life. That's why he wanted to make her his in that place with Allah and others as witnesses.

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