𝙈𝙀𝙍𝙄 𝘿𝙐𝙇𝙃𝘼𝙉

𝑯𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑰 𝑫𝑼𝑳𝑯𝑨𝑵

during the car ride everything went quiet silent.....i went blank looking at those empty angry faces 

"c'mon..farah, she just came here for the wedding" i said slightly nudgging her with my elbow

"yea? and what about the drama she created" she said folding her hands making a big grown expression on her face 

i remained silent as i had nothing else to say....soon enough we reached home...and was welcomed by alot of my relatives standing infront of the gate 

the home was already decorated with light's and not as soon as i entered the house filled with people i didn't knew at all started to poke me out of nowhere, and teasing me with a name 'humari dulhan' 

i agree....i was getting married....but what the hell is this!? why are there people i never knew existed just comming to me and hugging me like i am a piece of art?? 

i was still processing when farah dragged me into the corner..

"now tell me what the hell is going on" 

"well...she just wanted to participate in my wedding cereimonies soo..." i tried to explain as good as i can 

"and you'd let her!?" 

"cause if i didn't then she will still be trying to convience me to marry her cousion or whatever" i said moving my hands....trying its best to convience nothing is wrong

she took a deep breath in "fine.." she said taking off her hijab one after one step 

"i am going to get ready.." she said and left the corner and headed upstairs in defeat 

"nashwa....you need to go get ready too!!" my mother shouted standing on the other side of the hall sarving tea to all the relatives and guest 

waitt..........was my wedding shopping done already?? cause i suppose i said yes like a week ago.....and shoud'nt i be the one to shop?? .............

"you got my dresses!!??" i said in an un-heard voice folding my open hands in question left my left eye twitching, turning around only to see some kids laughing at my expression 

geez....i said and went upstairs to change into a white looking dress...for my nikkah ceremoney 

it was plain milk white...totally my type....simple, i said and was about to leave my room but alot of aunties in general stopped me saying there was some arrangement's going on, and i was, in general locked into the room waiting 

after a few minutes or so, the door was opened by my mother and farah with their eye's widened with suprise 

"you look....beautiful.." farah stated with her mouth wide open 

"indeed....now lets take you down.." my mother said with little tears in her eyes as she grabbed my hand and the other was guided by farah, with that we walked downstairs...with a red carpet covering the floor that flowers on stairshow 

the mood was lightened by some yellow dim lights and new chandeliers hanging across the big hall...my eye's were busy staring at the decoration when it landed on the white parda in the middle of the hall seperating all women and men and in between sat the imaam....

and there....i saw Ali, my heart beated at the sight of him..and the horrific day's came down my memories, the abused i had...the creep i faced my whole life.....all of it, but the matter of fact he was still covering his eye, my head immediately went down...its nostalgic, even looking at him....it reminds of the day's i have heard my parents fight...and my aunt getting beaten up.....am i gonna end up same as them??  as tears of fear..and being trapped made my eye's water in an instant 

thoughts hit my head when i realised i had not seen my aunt anywhere 

i turned around of look at my mom"wheres aunt?" i said narrowing my brows 

she smiled and signed to look behind me as we ended the stairs 

"aagayi humari dulhan!!" (there's our bride!) my aunt came fast speeding with a little boy in her hand 

(author:- i am sorry guyz..plz vote :) love you)