"I uh..." I recoiled back, I NEVER stammer why the heck do I stammer around this guy? I put the plate down and gently took my dupatta back. I didn't look up at Asad in embarrassment and instead walked away.
I did hear a "Tumhara chehra mere dil me reta hai." I blushed and walked faster he didn't just say that I thought standing next to Sabha who smiled at back. Thankfully, I'm brown enough that it hide's my blush. Sabha however "are you okay?" I smiled at her and instead focused on Javaria who walked in wearing a beautiful white dress.
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I threw the petals at my aunt and uncle and Javaria who was smiling, yet I looked to my aunt and her eyes were kind of red. I frowned but started smiling for the camera who at the moment was directly on me.
Aabid got up on the stage and held his hand out for Javaria who climbed onto the stage with her dress in her hands. Everyone watched as they sat down and started quietly chatting. The photographer setted up his camera and called out for the photos to begin.
Slowly everyone started taking photos with Javaria and Aabid, I noticed however that Javaria's parent's weren't there. I looked around until I saw my uncle talking with Aabid's father but not my aunt.
My uncle caught my stare and I gave him a raised eyebrow, he gave me one back and continued talking to Aabid's dad.
"Hey you." I turned back around to see the photographer staring at me "Where's auntie?" I looked nervously around "Bhai saab, she's gone somewhere, I'll go get her." The photographer nodded and continued doing his job.
"Guys, I'm going to go look for my aunt." I said to the girls, they were too busy checking out guys though. I sighed and left the wedding hall looking for my aunt.
There were rooms upstairs that Javaria and Aabid were going to go into when they needed to eat so I decided to check those rooms. My suspicion was correct because I heard someone crying, I was about to knock on the door but stopped when I remembered who I was.
I was Rayyana Arshad, the unwanted niece. I sighed and remembered my dad's words
ALLAH (Swt) loves people who forgive
I gently knocked on the door and waited a few seconds before I heard a meek "come in" I walked into the room and stared at my poor aunt who's makeup was all over the place.
She saw me and scowled quickly fixing herself up "What?" She snapped at me, I stood there speechless but willed myself to not be petty.
She need's someone right now Rayyana, and that someone will be you wither you like it or not. I heard my mom's voice.
"Phupho, are you okay?" She got up looking to the ground and mumbled in embarrassment "Yes." I walked closer to her till I was right in front of her. I gently lifted her face willing her to look at me. "Please phupho, what's wrong?" I whispered for some reason. She looked at me and then started crying again.
