Wearing that bridal dress again is a disaster for her because of the crippling guilt. He asks her to wear her nikkah dress if she wishes to meet her parents. Perhaps he is looking out to make a point to them that now she was his.
He enters the room...
Hoorain's grip increased around the cup of tea as she was now fuming with anger. "You---"
Andaleeb raised a hand in front of her face, causing Hoorain to pause. "Don't you dare? I will act like a bitch in response and I won't be remorseful."
She instead calmly grabbed the cup from her hand. "Thanks for the tea, by the way. Now you can leave. Your Shah Sahab must be waiting for you."
Hoorain glared at her but before she could leave, Andaleeb grabbed her hand.
"Listen Hoorain," she said, in a serious tone. "I am not someone who cares for anyone, but you seem a very nice and good girl. You deserve someone very respectful and considerate. That douchebag you are so crazy for is not deserving of you. Stop pining after him. You can get someone much better than that guy. He is a jerk, womanizer, and a bad man."
Hoorain jerked her hand away from her arm. "Don't give me fake sympathy. Shah Sahab should know your true face and see what is your reality."
Andaleeb slowly smiled. "I don't fear him. Instead, you will do me good by telling him my true face. If it was in my domain, I would have given you your Shah Sahab. Take this back." She shoved the cup back in Hoorain's eyes before slamming the door shut, leaving Hoorain confused over her behavior.
But the next moment she defied it. She was just playing with her. She was just acting. She must have seduced Masab for him to marry her or now she was just playing dumb.
Andaleeb scowled at the closed door. Why did Hoorain's presence give her a jealously? Why her own words didn't have any effect on her? Why did it feel bad that Hoorain liked her husband? She should be happy that, in this way, Masab would leave her if his parents would force him to marry the woman he was supposed to marry earlier, but why even this small thought felt like it would take away her breath?
She grunted in frustration before going towards the washroom. That wasn't easy at all. This was a game of fire and it was so easy and amazing to get burnt by it. The battle of ego was slowly turning into a battle of heart, and that was bothersome.
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Her walima dress looked ethereal and stunning. It was an icy blue, long, airy frock reaching down to her knees with the same colored flowy lehenga that would make a flower around her when she would sit. The top was studded with golden embroidery, thread work, and glasswork. There was a golden belt over the stomach which gave a nice attenuation to her slim and curvy back.
The same design was present on the sleeves and bottom. The dupatta was of sheer chiffon with golden embroidery at the border. This time, her hair was tied into a fine bun, and a few layers of her hair were let to move freely over her cheeks and temples. With minimal makeup and a cute matha Tikka, she looked beautiful. The dupatta was set over her bun and when she stared at herself in the mirror, she couldn't believe it was her.
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