I walked down the white hallways filled with the smell of bleach and chlorine. The lights above were too bright, too luminescent. I can't think. I can't look straight. I can't breathe. Everything was blurry. I touched my cheeks and felt tears cascad...
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Thank you ssha1kh for this cute little invitation message and the "Keep Calm" edit. It's absolutely adorable, and I'm in love with it! Thank you so much my love! ♡
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The next morning, the birds were happily chirping outside, and the breeze was cool with rays of sunshine coming through the big windows into the whole house. Alhamdullilah the weather was on ur side as well, and the house hummed with jovial serenity. I wasn't allowed to go downstairs since the entire house had been decorated over night and everything was put into place once I'd retired for bed.
My breakfast was being sent to my room, but since I didn't want to eat all alone, all the siblings and cousins were to join me and Izhar in our large room that was fit to accommodate the whole family. I sat on our king sized bed as Izhar roamed around the room, getting his stuff together. I had already ironed his kurta salwar and vest even though the baby shower was all women. He was picking out his watch and walking out of the closet with a pair of brown Oxford's swinging on his fingertips when I asked him why he needed all that stuff.
"Why are you getting dressed as if you were going to the baby shower too?" I asked curiously watching him walk from the closet and to the other side of the room.
He placed his things next to the recliner and laughed. "Well, the boys and I will be having our own celebration," he looked back and smirked at me.
I looked away and fiddled with the idea in my head. I bit my lip as I watched him grab his cologne from the vanity. He wasn't allowed in the room after breakfast since the girls were going to get me ready, and they had forbid him to see me till after the baby shower. He'd protested and thrown a fit, but he was no match for his and my equally stubborn sisters.
Izhar and I both had showered and gotten ready for breakfast early morning. As I watched him pick up things here and there, I tugged my bottom lip with my fingers and asked, "What kind of celebration? Like a bachelor party?" I ridiculed as my eyes matched the stride in his sculpted back.
He stopped rolling the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows and faced me with a secretive glimmer in his eyes. "Something like that," he nodded his head to himself and slowly walked to me, going back to the task at hand.
"Interesting," I slowly nodded my head and arched my head up to see him coming towards me. I placed my palms on the edge of the mattress and leaned forwards. "By the way, you never told me what you and the guys did for your bachelor party before our Nikkah," I reminded him intently.
