Married To My Best Friend

CHAPTER 14

"Whoa! Did you stole wand from Olivander's shop and applied magic on me?" Haya exclaimed as she stared wide eyed at her reflection

"What? Why?" Samreen chuckled

"Because there is no way magic isn't involved. Just look at me girl. I look...different" Haya remarked

"It was easy for you to look pretty. You already have a pretty face and i didn't have to do much" Samreen shrugged her shoulders.

There was a knock on the door and Samreen stood up to open it.

Haya smiled slightly as Shahana walked in. A gasp escaped Shahana's lips as her eyes landed on her daughter.

"Mashallah" She breathed out.

Haya smiled shyly as her mother ascended towards her and engulfed her in a warm hug.

"You look so beautiful. Wallahi Amaan won't be able to keep his eyes off you" Shahana commented, making Haya's cheeks turn Scarlett

"Its my magic Khala" Samreen spoke, complementing herself

"Its not your magic. Its my daughter who is pretty" Shahana replied

Samreen pouted and then spoke "I also deserve a bit of credit"

"Ofcourse you do sweetheart. I can see upcoming make up artist in you" Shahana complimented, making Samreen smile brightly.

"Thank you" She gushed

"They would be here any minute now. You ready?" Shahna asked

Haya gulped down the lump that formed in her throat and nodded a 'Yes'. But the truth was, she wasn't. She was terrified. She had always loved the concept of marriage. For her, no relationship was as pure and beautiful as that of husband and wife. She had dreamed a lot about her wedding. Haya always dreamed about the mystery man she would get married to. Little did she knew, that mystery man wasn't mystery at all. That man was in front of her all the time in disguise of a friend. That Man was Amaan

Amaan

Thinking about him made shivers run down her spine. She was getting married to Amaan. She had never imagined this and she still felt like she was in some hallucination and someone will drop a bucket of water on her or smack her head hard and she would be pulled back to reality.

Amaan wasn't a bad guy. She knew it but she was also aware of the fact that they both don't love each other. Atleast not the way husband and wife should. But now, it was too late. Doubting her decission just few minutes before Nikah wasn't something a normal person would do. So she kept reassuring herself.

 She had prayed Istikhara.

Nothing bad would happen.

This was the right decission.

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Amaan brushed his hand through his hair one last time before slouching down on couch. His eyes fell on Nameer who had a smirk plastered on his face.

"What?" Amaan asked

"I have never seen a guy so nervous"