Her hands clutched her dress as she looked down. I placed my both hands each side of her head on the wall and caged her. She was terrified to be in that position. "Move back. What are you doing" Turning her face to a side she pushed me with both han...
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I forgot my surrounding when my eyes landed on her in the doorway to the hall. Her beauty took my breath away in a single glance at her. She was wearing a white bridal gown which fitted her curves perfectly and made her look more prettier. Her head was covered neatly in a white shawl in a new style. She was wearing a very light makeup which enhanced her beauty of features.
Her head was fully lowered to the ground when she reached me with the help of my mom. Her dad was standing beside her.
"Let's start the nikah" hearing imam I saw her hand clutching the flower bouquet more tightly in nervousness.
"Do you Arsh Akthar, son of Akthar Nisar, take Shafiyya Sulaiman, the daughter of Sulaiman Ahmad as your wife?"
"Qabool hai" "Qabool hai" "Qabool hai" without any delay I replied.
"Do you Shafiyya Suliaman, daughter of Sulaiman Ahmad, take Arsh Akthar, son of Akthar Nisar as your husband" the imam asked her but came no reply.
I looked at her and it seemed like her mind was roaming somewhere else. Then my mom called her softy which she came to reality.
"Qabool hai" "Qabool hai" "Qabool hai".With a hesitation she replied to the imam finally.
I saw her eyes were pooled up in tears ready spill anytime. My father in law came forward and patted her head while looking at me sternly. He was still angry at me which was fully evident in his behaviors. Then he took Shafiyyas hand and kept on my hand securing firmly. "I gave you my only daughter, take care of her and don't even think to hurt her". He told me placing his hand on my hand which is holding Shafiyya's.
"With my life" I assured him sincerely which he gave a nod halfheartedly.
Her hand felt so soft in my rough palm. I couldn't enjoy the softness longer as she pulled away her hand from my grip.
"Happy ending to the bachelor life Arsh" It was Aryan forwarded his hand for a handshake with a smiley face.
I took his hand returning a smirk.
"Congratulations sister, I am Aryan. Arsh's diaper friend". Aryan spoke to Shafiyya which she replied a small Thank you.
Zahra came with a jewelry box and gave to me. I opened it and took the diamond chain with pendant engraved the letters A and S. It was my Maher (a gift or contribution made by the husband to his wife, for her exclusive property, as a mark of respect for the bride, and as her recognition of her independence) to Shafiyya. Mom helped to lift her veil while I put on the chain. Now she is officially mine. Mine to love, mine to care, mine to devour and mine to cherish. I felt happy and proud at the same time.
After a while I left her and went to have a word with my business partners who have visited from all over the world. Everyone had lunch and started to leave as only few people left now.
