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It was morning, the entire house was bustling with helpers doing preparations for the Nikkah tonight. When Abeer decided to finally talk to her father after gathering enough courage she called Omer before meeting her father and as decided he reached her place in no time. They both are together in this now and they will face the hell together even if they have to.
Abeer smiled ecstatically when she saw Omer car's stopping inside the gate of the mansion. He stepped down from the car looking so delicious with his black shades on. And his long hair today in a half updo pony, some hairs are hanging on the side of his head. Dark blue shirt over grey tank going perfect with his tan skin.
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He grinned while taking his shades off, spotting his wife waiting for him in the garden, glowing like a new bride. Dressed to impress in pink dress completely matching to the blush of her cheeks and her beautiful long hairs dancing with the slow wind.
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"Mashaalllah!" He breathed pulling her abruptly in his arms and she blushed brightly. "Aaisihoorjannat se roz zameen pr kyu nahi utarti?" her blush deepening in color, staring him from under her eyelashes. He tucked her long hair behind her ears that was disturbing his view of his wife glowing face.
(Why don't such angels grace earth everyday?)
"Abse roz utrakarengi." She flirted back playfully slapping his chest. They both completely ignored the weird look they are receiving from the helpers. Anyways they are going to be pushed out from the mansion in a while.
(They sure will from now on.)
"Are you ready?" He asked her, now they both turning serious.
"I guess so." She sighed before the entwined their hands and walked inside hand in hand.
