We Run for Love

Bonus Chapter

Mahzala's wedding! Read chapter 30 if you don't understand something!

Afaaf

I was furious.

And I had all right to be.

Here I was drowning in my own bubbling emotions confused between dreams and reality and the man was busy attending some business out of city. Without even informing me.

Huh! I was his wife he should have told me.

I glanced at the mirror, seeing my reflection. A burst of emotions hit me and I covered my nose with the tissue. Bawling my eyes out. I couldn't help but curse my feelings for him. Everything was going so smooth, he had to just stomp his foot on my heart.

I stood up from the bed. I told Dadi Gul Jan that I was getting ready for Mahzala's wedding but in the last thirty minutes I had only cried my eyes out. But not anymore. Pulling the wardrobe open, I took out my dress from it. It was a coat style dress with a dark sea green embroidered long coat and a polka dot cream inner. Whilst magenta trousers for matching and a plain cream long duppatta.

Keeping the dress aside, I started with the makeup. For eyes I kept everything natural with a winged eyeliner that looked sharp enough to cut my lashes. I smeared some extra blush with highlighter and chose my matching magenta lipstick. Getting changed, I switched on the straightener and straightened my brown hair. Parting my hair from the middle, I pulled them in a tight bun on the nape of my neck. Donning the lunar heavy jhumkas, I was slipping in matching heels before tripping my way downstairs.

Dadi Gul Jan was in her vintage cashew coloured shalwar and kameez with a beautiful pearl choker adoring her neck.

" Afaaf, you take so much time! Your Khan Dada left already."

I scratched my neck in utter embarrassment and followed behind the woman as she continued on and on about Mahzala's grandmother being angry on not getting the best flower garlands as she wanted.

We reached the venue of the wedding. And my eyes grew large as I looked up at the dazzling hotel that was all dolled up as a bride with all the lightening and flower decorations. I saw Jahan come out as he steered his way to us and lead us inside. We entered the chill ballroom and I sighed out in excitement hearing the familiar wedding songs play in the background. The baraat wasn't there yet but some of the guests from the bride's side were here and there.

Mahzala's mother greeted us warmly and told me to meet Mahzala in the dressing room up the stairs in the corner. The ballroom was large and had an open terrace that lead into the garden. The garden was adorned with the stage and all dinner arrangements. I jogged up the stairs in my high heels. Opening the dressing room, I smelled roses as I stepped in. Cool air blasted and I sniffed more of the flowers.

Mahzala was at the vanity table as her cousin tried placing her heavy veil over her head. The photographer instructing the women to pose. I watched with interest as the bride's cousin and the photographer bickered about getting the right pose. The bride, Mahzala hissed in aggravation as she leaned back in her comfy chair.