Inevitably Yours

2 ~ Marriage

Asalamualaikum!

First of all, I want to thank everyone who voted and commented on my first chapter of this fanfiction.. You all made my day and motivated me alot. Thank you all!! <3

And also sorry... Some of you guys got confused... I did not want the first chapter to turn out confusing but suspenseful... So sorry... All of your doubts and confusions will be cleared very soon... And if you guys still have any questions, please feel free to ask :) ...

Be sure to read the Author's note at the end :)

So second chapter... Have fun reading!

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*Anber's perspective*

I glanced over at the table clock, which was placed on the dressing table in front of me. The clock indicated that it is 11:50 a.m. right now. "Half an hour left." I say to myself and sigh. I have been sitting on my bed since the last ten minutes, counting down the time we still have left in order to leave to go to the Masjid for my nikaah.

I look up at myself in the mirror. I saw a girl wearing a white hijaab with a beautiful white dress, her wedding dress. She looked happy and excited. I smile at myself absentmindedly, remembering why I am sitting here ready? What am I doing? Why? Where am I going? The answer to all my questions were that I was actually a bride, I was going to someone's wife. I was going to start a new life. I looked down in my lap and blushed at this fact. I looked up at my mirror reflection again but this time I saw the same girl, but a hint of uncomfortableness was hidden in her somewhere. She looked scared.

It's very strange how fate plans to play with our lives.

I still remember how Fiza and I used to talk about getting married. It was like we could not wait to get married. I have always wished to get married, to start a new life, to get to know someone who is a complete stranger to you and gradually fall in love with him. It always seemed interesting and a beautiful relationship to me. But I guess my fate was not in favor with what I wanted. Today, I was getting married. But I was getting married to someone who hates me, who I knew would never forgive me, who I knew would never accept me.

I got so lost in my thoughts that I did not realize when my mom and dad came in my room. "Ma Sha Allah! You look so beautiful." My mom whispers a compliment to me. I looked down and forced out a smile. I could feel my eyes moistening but I could tell there were tears already pooled up in my mom's eye, ready to fall any minute. I did not want to cry, well not already. I knew I would fall weak. So to avoid that I tried my best not to make eye contact with my parents

"Allah tumhein aur Hussain ko humesha khush rakhe aur tum dono ko zindagi ke saare khushiyon se nawaaze." My dad prayed as he patted my head.

"Ameen!" My mom whisperes and I close my eyes in pain, as I knew that Hussain will never be able to stay happy with me, as I have hurt him alot. He will never forgive me. But still I managed to whisper "Ameen."

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I was very nervous. My palms were sweating, my heartbeats were increasing by the passing minute. The Moulvi Sahab had arrived and was in the men's side of the Masjid.

Will Hussain accept me? Will he all of a sudden say no to this marriage? Lots of questions were filled in my mind that scared me. I just closed my eyes and tried not to think about the negatives. Fiza, who was standing next to me bent down a little. She must have figured out how worried I was. She placed her palm on my hand and passed me an assuring smile. I nodded and returned the gesture.