𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐇تمہاری أليزي

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍:𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐇?...؟.کیا آپکو یہنکّہ قبول ہے

Tu bin bataye mujhe leja kahin,

Jahan tu muskuraye,
Meri manzil wahin

SHERRY

Shehryar was standing on the balcony in his bedroom. It was 6 a.m, and the sun had just risen. It was Eid morning, and he was about to go downstairs for breakfast.

It was also the day of his nikkah to Alizeh. He'd barely slept last night. He was worried. Not because he was getting married, but because of what would and could happen because of it. In his hand was the Cartier box that contained the wedding band he was going to give Alizeh. It was dainty; something elegant yet luxurious. He knew she'd love it.

He looked at the ring shine under the morning sun before snapping the box shut. The more he though about it, the more he was going to worry and the worse it would make him feel. He placed the box back in the drawer of his bedside table and went downstairs.

His father was in the dining room, waiting for his mother who was on a conference call. "Eid morning and she's busy?" Sherry asked. "Indeed she is. Her work won't let go of her," His father sighed. "If it wasn't a Kayani Corp. project I'd have had her decline the call and sit down. We're the doctors but she's the one who's drowning in work"

"I'm back. I'm so sorry about that Daniyal, it was urgent." Sherry's mother apologised, sitting down at the table and taking his father's hand. "Janaan, it's okay. It's your work, and you can't really help it." Daniyal said. "Sherry, beta tum theek ho?" His mother asked. "Jee maa, main theek hoon." He nodded his head.

The chef walked in with breakfast and placed it on the dining table. It was a tray of fresh danish pastries, an array of fruits and coffees for the three of them. Sherry picked up a pain au chocolat and placed it on his plate, along with a bowl of fruit.

"We'll be staying with the Kayani's this weekend, so if I were you, I'd take your outfit for tingiht and some clothes for tomorrow." Sherry's mother said. "Wait why are we staying?" He asked. "Anoushey has a lot of things that need to be done before the gala and she'll need a lot of help after the gala ends." She explained. "Okay, so does that mean I'll have to take my tux with me?" Sherry asked. "Yes, it does." His mother nodded.

After breakfast he returned to his bedroom and got dressed into the simple white 'kurta pajama' and waistcoat he'd chosen. He fixed his hair and sprayed some cologne before putting on his watch and going to meet his father downstairs for the Eid namaz.

ALISA

Alisa was in her bedroom getting ready after breakfast. Her mother had made Nihari and Khameeri roti's for breakfast that morning and Alisa felt as though she had over indulged.

On her bed was a white sharara with gold accents and a matching chiffon dupatta. To acompany it, she had a gold jewellery set and white khusa's. She was going completely traditional for the day as per her mother's wishes. She had a white off the shoulder gown for the gala that night, which was waiting on the island in her dressing room.

She zipped herself into the top of her sharara and climbed into the bottom of the sharara, taking a look in the mirror. It looked gorgeous. She did her hair and makeup before putting on the jewellery and taking a final look at herself in the mirror. Her outfit was perfect.

And so she walked down the staircase and into the sitting room, where she found her mother and Shehryar's mother, Hania. "As salaam o alaikum Hania aunty." She smiled, greeting her. "Wa alaikum as salaam Alizeh. Ma Sha Allah, boht khoobsurat lag rahi ho." Hania said, giving her a hug. "Thank you aunty." Alisa blushed, sitting down beside her mother.