HAYA
I bite my lips to stop myself from smiling as I silently wipe the make up off from the face of this adorable man. He is now in his white shirt and black pants . He is pouting , I wanted to laugh and pull his cheeks . It's even illegal to look this adorable.
" Who told you guys to actually come like this" Kinza asked who was sitting in front of Nouman cleaning his face. He was finally out of his red sari. Even though I could not look away from my adorable man, I slightly turn my head towards kinza's side and I saw something so different.
Nouman was looking up at Kinza with so much beautiful magic in his eyes. The type of magic I see in Ahad bhai's eyes and in Rohan's eyes . He was looking at her as if she is only present here. I smiled little and turn to look at this adorable man who was now looking at me.
" No looking at other men and smiling pyara "
I look at his very serious face and again wanted to pull his cheeks. Allah he is going to be the end of me note that. " I'm going to marry you, I only smile at you " I showed him my most beautiful smile as he looked really happy. Please! Take this man somewhere and pull out this dangerous power out of him.
" Mi Amor please do it here too " I heard Ahad bhai he pointed his finger on his chest. even though he was whispering but they were sitting right beside us so we can hear. Ayesha narrowed her eyes at her husband. " But there's no make up here " Ahad bhai shook his head.
" I want your hands on me Mi Amor, I missed you " Ayesha Blushed as I really wanted to Chuckle.
" Astaghfirullah! Haya covers Ayzals ear " Rohan said quickly picking up Ayzal in his arms and covering her ear. Ayzal is a cute babygirl. Ahad & Ayesha's daughter she is going to 1 year old soon and Rohan is kind of you know trying to steal her . Rohan really Adores Azyal, he said she is his favorite baby.
Ayzal look up with her innocent eyes as Rohan made her sit on his lap, smiling down at her. Ahad Narrowed his eyes at Rohan.
" Give Mi Angel to me " Ahad said and Rohan Shook his head.
" No you will teach her bad things. I won't let you spoil her " He said Ahad stand up to take the Baby me and Ayesha look at each other smiling.
Before they could take the baby, another person came in between and took Ayzal baby with him. It was no one other than Kashif.
" Don't worry Ayzal baby I will save you " He smiled at her as she giggled and smiled.
" I don't get it why Ayzal love Kashif so much "
Hania said kissing Ayzal on her cheek.
" So, you love me too don't you " Hania look in his eyes and then look away. Seriously these two.
In a swift Ayzal was not in the arms of Kashif anymore. We all turn our head towards Nouman who was holding Azyal as if she is some kind of rice bag. He tilted his head and look at her.
" Even though I don't like Babies, you are a good one. We will make a good team . And keep you away from these idiots " He half smiled and half smirked. Weird.
" That's not how you hold a baby , she is not a bag " Ahad said as he took Azyal in his arms. But this baby is a Miracle baby or some kind of super power doll because as soon as she was in the arms of Ahad she turned her head towards Kashif and pointed her small fingers towards him. Pulling herself so that she can go to Kashif. She have a baby crush on him.
" Oh my come here " Kashif said taking her in his arms as she again smiled giggled.
" I want to kill him " Ahad said, Rohan stand besides him nodding his head.
" I too want to kill him. " My eyes widened at I look at them with " Seriously " Expressions.
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Fairy lights twinkled like a million tiny stars, their soft glow warming my face as I sat in the plush chair. My reflection stared back – a stranger in a shimmering pink lehenga, the embroidery catching the light like scattered diamonds. Ayesha, Hania, and Kinza, my best friends since forever, fluttered around me, their chatter a comforting hum.
Ayesha, the hopeless romantic, let out a dramatic sigh. "Hayu, you look like a princess! This is it, the most amazing day ever. Remember what I always say? Marriage is a blessing, Sunnah, and the start of your happily ever after!"
I couldn't help but laugh, the sound tinkling like the wind chimes on our balcony back home. "Whoa there, Ayesha! Don't get carried away. I am happy, but seriously, it's not quite a fairytale." I pouted , when Ayesha got married Ahad Bhai stopped 200 people just to get Gajra for her. And then I heard Kashif Brought Hania on his bike. I need new too. I don't want him to just come in car and take me in a boring way.
Hania, ever the voice of reason, rolled her eyes. "She's got a point, though. It is a beautiful day. But speaking of crazy, remember that ridiculous list you made in uni?"
My cheeks burned – the same shade as the lehenga, thanks a bunch Hania. "Ugh, don't even mention it! I had this whole fantasy about a white horse and a prince charming to whisk me away."
Kinza's laugh filled the room, as light and airy as the fairy lights above. "A white horse? Seriously, Haya? Where were you planning to find that in the middle of Islamabad ?"
I swatted her playfully. "Hey, I was young and full of dreams! Besides, who knew I'd find my very own prince in Rohan?"
We all erupted into giggles. As the laughter died down, a warm silence settled over us. Ayesha reached out and squeezed my hand. "Seriously though, Haya, we're bursting with happiness for you. You deserve all the joy in the world."
My smile softened. "Thanks, you guys. This wouldn't be the same without you all."
The silence returned, this time a comfortable one, filled with unspoken emotions. Sitting there, surrounded by love and laughter, I knew this wasn't just a wedding. It was the beginning of a beautiful adventure, with the people who mattered most by my side.
The warm silence we shared was abruptly shattered by a tiny whirlwind in a bright yellow dress. Zara, Rohan's niece, burst through the doorway, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hayu baji! Hayu baji!" she squealed, barely able to catch her breath between giggles, "Your real prince is here!"
My brow furrowed in confusion. "Actual prince?" I echoed, bewildered. We'd joked about fairytales, but this was beyond anything I could've imagined. What was Zara on about?
A wave of laughter washed over me as Ayesha, Haniya, and Kinza practically pushed me out of the room. My breath hitched as I stepped out into the courtyard. The setting sun cast a warm, almost dreamlike glow on the scene before me. In the center of the bustling wedding venue, a majestic white horse stood proudly, its coat gleaming in the golden light.
And then I saw him.
Rohan. Riding towards me, seemingly in slow motion, atop the white steed. My heart stuttered in my chest, a frantic drum solo against the sudden quietude that had descended upon the world. The joyous music, the chatter of guests, everything seemed to fade away, leaving only the surreal image of Rohan, my soon-to-be husband, riding towards me on a white horse.
He looked like something straight out of a fairytale. His sherwani, a rich shade of emerald green, shimmered with intricate gold embroidery. A mischievous glint sparkled in his dark eyes, framed by a mischievous smile that stretched across his handsome face.
As he reached the edge of the courtyard, he dismounted with a practiced grace I wouldn't have expected from someone who spent most of his days buried in computer code. He walked towards me, his movements measured and deliberate, the setting sun casting a warm halo around his figure.
My mind, still struggling to catch up with the absurdity of the situation, could only manage a weak, "Rohan?" My voice was barely a whisper, lost amidst the stunned silence that had fallen over the crowd. "What... what is this?"
He stopped a few steps in front of me, his smile softening into something tender. "Haya" he began, his voice low and warm, "remember how you used to write about wanting a white horse and a prince charming to whisk you away on your wedding day?"
A blush crept up my cheeks, burning hotter than the henna adorning my hands. How could I forget? My university list of ridiculous dreams, a silly fantasy I'd never truly believed could come true.
He chuckled, the sound rich and deep, sending shivers down my spine. "Well," he continued, his eyes twinkling, "I may not be able to fly you away on a magic carpet, but I figured a white horse would have to do."
My heart, still thundering in my chest, began to settle into a familiar rhythm. "You..." I stammered, completely at a loss for words. "You went through all this trouble just for a silly joke?"
He reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "It wasn't trouble, Haya," he said, his voice sincere. "It was the least I could do for the woman who makes every day feel like a fairytale."
I smiled widely at him . He stare at me from up to down, I frown at him at the expressions changed from his face. And in 123 tears filled his eyes as he hide his face.
" I'm sorry pyara " He said looking at me as if he don't want to look away. The people around us cheered. " You look like a dream . The prettiest girl I have ever seen " He said kissing me with his eyes.
" Ouch Rohan come on I wanted to say this to you . You stole my line " I smiled as he chuckled .
ROHAN
I stare at her as the world vanished she was just the only person in my vision. She was walking towards me. Looking like a princess, she was looking like an angel. I stand up on the stage and tried my best not to tear up again . I can't believe this day is real. Please don't end. Please don't be just a dream.
" Don't you dare cry again " Ahad said handing me a napkin. I look at him and tear up again. " Oh Allah " He sighed and turned he around. Haya reached me already. She smiled . " Won't you give me your hand " She asked as I quickly pull out my hand for her. As smiled and took my hand. Allah her hand is so soft.
My heart was beating so fast I am going to faint. " How much are you planning to cry " Haya asked smiling. I can't believe she is here standing beside me. I mean I thought about this day but it's so real. " I love you so much Pyara. I can't believe this is happening " The words rushed out on Their own . As my eyes widened a little. She leaned in.
" I love you too . Now believe it because I'm believing it too much " She said winking at me as I chuckled.
" Let's just get both of them married fast because I don't want to be more Emrbassed " Ahad said as Ayesha ans others laughed expect of Nouman of course.
" Haya, I know mostly girls threaten the man to take care of their best friend but please take care of this idiot. Don't ever think of breaking his heart because I become so bad when someone hurt my brother " Nouman said with a straight face.
Should I be touched that he said this all for me or I should be breaking his face for threatening my now very soon to be wife. I look at haya who smiled and nodded her head.
" I promise I will never leave him. " Nouman nodded.
My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I stood across from Haya. The ethereal glow of fairy lights cast a dreamlike sheen on her face, her pink lehenga shimmering like a thousand scattered jewels. Gone was the nervous flutter I'd felt moments ago replaced by a fierce possessiveness. Today, she was mine.
The air crackled with nervous energy, the hushed murmurs of our families a stark contrast to the joyous chaos of the moments before. The Imam's voice, a deep, calming drone, began the Nikkah ceremony. Each question, each verse resonated within me, a tangible reminder of the profound commitment I was about to make.
When it was Haya's turn to respond to the question of accepting me as her husband, a tense silence descended. My breath hitched in my throat, my gaze fixed on her beautiful, tear-rimmed eyes. Then, a whisper drifted across the room, soft yet resolute, "Qubool hai." – I accept.
Relief washed over me, sweet and potent. A smile, wide and genuine, stretched across my face. When the Imam turned to me, my voice rang out clear and steady, "Qubool hai." – I accept.
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd followed by a joyous eruption. Our parents' faces, etched with pride and happiness, swam before me. Ayesha, Hania, and Kinza shrieked with delight, their cheers echoing through the venue. I stole a glance at Haya, a radiant smile illuminating her face. The Imam's final words washed over us, declaring us husband and wife.
In that moment, amidst the cacophony of cheers and congratulations, the world seemed to shrink, leaving only Haya and me. My wife. A warmth bloomed in my chest, a sense of belonging I'd never known before. Today, our fairytale began.
" Happy wedding Husband " Haya said putting her soft hand in mine I stare at her still not believing and again tears filled my eyes. " Happy... Wedding.. Pyara " My voice broke as she laughed and wiped my tears with the back of her hand cupping my face .
" Ab Chaar Kadaam Nahi, Meri Sari Omer Aap Ki Hai " ( not only four steps but my whole life is yours) haya said as I fell for her all over again.
Thank you Allah, thank you so much. You are the best .
" Time for the Royal dance " Hania came as I look at haya as she smiled nodding her head.
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The spotlight hit us in a warm glow as we joined the other couples on the stage. Ayesha and Ahad, Haniya and Kashif, Kinza and Nouman – all radiating a newlywed glow that mirrored the happiness I felt radiating from Haya. The first strains of "Chaar Kadam" filled the air, a song about taking four steps together, a metaphor for the journey of marriage.
A slow, romantic melody filled the space, and the DJ announced a "couples' dance." Everyone around us started swaying gently, lost in their own little worlds.
I reached out, offering Haya my hand. Her smile, as she placed her hand in mine, was brighter than the fairy lights shimmering above. "You know," she began, her voice barely a whisper, "I never thought I'd see the day you'd be riding in on a white horse."
I chuckled, pulling her closer. "Well," I teased, "a man has to do what a man has to do to impress his princess."
She playfully swatted at my arm. "Princess, huh? More like a damsel slightly stressed about dupattas and mehendi stains."
"A damsel in distress who captured the heart of a hopeless romantic," I countered, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her cheek.
We swayed gently to the music, lost in our own conversation. "Seriously though, Rohan," Haya said, her voice soft, "that was… incredible. Thank you."
"What for?" I asked, feigning ignorance.
"For making me feel like a princess, for everything," she mumbled, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink.
My heart swelled. "You are a princess, Pyara," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "The most beautiful, kind, and intelligent princess I've ever known."
She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "And you," she said, her voice barely a whisper, "are my prince charming."
The song reached its crescendo, the music swelling around us. Everyone on the stage seemed to fade away, leaving only Haya and me. I dipped her low, a silent promise echoing in my heart. This wasn't just a dance; it was a vow, a declaration of the love that bound us together.
As the music softened, I pulled her close, my forehead resting against hers. "Four steps, pyara," I murmured, "and then a lifetime together."
She leaned into me, her smile soft and contented. "Four steps," she echoed, "and a lifetime of fairytales."
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