پوشیدہ شناخت - Posheeda shanakht

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As dawn broke, the sky blushed with soft strokes of rosy and tangerine hues, gently caressing the peaceful scenery with a tender embrace. Amidst this world painted in happiness, only two hearts felt the true joy.

Their nikkah was no ordinary affair, yet Aryan ensured to make it extraordinary for his lady love. Rising early, he handpicked flowers from his garden and adorned a corner of the hall where the nikkah ceremony would take place.

With no household help, managing everything alone proved challenging, but he somehow accomplished all tasks in time.

"Wow!" Descending the stairs, Azara, still half-asleep, was taken aback by the beautifully decorated hall. Aryan turned to her with a smile, approaching her.

"Did you like it? It would have been even more beautiful with some help," His explanation voiced a desire to give her the best, even under constrained circumstances. Nonetheless, Azara was touched by his efforts to make their day special.

"Like it? I loved it!" She exclaimed joyfully. "It's so lovely, and the fact that you did it all yourself makes it even more special," Azara added. His simple gesture filled her heart with happiness.

"You must be tired, go freshen up, and I'll prepare breakfast," she suggested, heading towards the kitchen. However, he called her back.

"Azara, I've already made breakfast for us. You just need to reheat it," he said. Azara was astonished by his continuous efforts since the start of the day. "Merey liye bhi kuch chor dety. Akeley sab kuch kar liya." she replied with a soft laugh.

"I wanted to make you feel special," he expressed. Azara gazed at him with love and admiration, "I already feel special in your presence."

A little later, the sun was high in the sky. Azara stood on the balcony, her mind filled with thoughts of her siblings back at the haveli. They must've acknowledged her absence in the haveli.

The fear of being caught before her nikkah with Aryan sent shivers down her spine. What if they found her before their nikkah and took her away from Aryan?

Pushing aside her worries, she focused on preparing herself. Aryan had arranged for a beautiful cream-colored dress, embellished with delicate embroidery and beads. The matching veil added an elegant touch to her appearance, exuding sophistication and grace.

As she slipped into the dress, Azara couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. She knew that her future with Aryan was uncertain, but she was determined to make the most of this moment. The thought of being with him, of starting a new life together, filled her with a sense of hope and anticipation.

As she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile. The dress fit her perfectly, accentuating her curves and enhancing her natural beauty. She felt like a princess, ready to embark on a new chapter in her life.

Taking a deep breath, Azara made her way to the hall where the nikkah ceremony was to take place. The sound of birds chirping in the distance added to the peaceful atmosphere, calming her nerves and filling her with a sense of tranquility.

As she walked towards Aryan, who was waiting for her under a canopy of flowers, she felt a surge of emotion. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for.  With a radiant smile on her face and love overflowing from her heart, she gently placed her hand upon his, and in return, he placed a tender kiss on her hand. As he gazed upon his bride, his heart swelled with an overwhelming love and adoration for her.

Sitting side by side, they listened intently to every single word uttered by the molvi. Arzaan, Aryan's cousin, had been chosen to be Azara's wali since none of her family members were present.