My Twisted Mafia

wedding bells

The morning air was dry.. almost insulting the wetness that sweeper over the night..
The ground was still moist ..
Cars and scrape material were still covered dew

The air seemed eerie..
Fear crept around..
Ever since the prime minister was assassinated.. people seemed to loose complete hope in peace
Refugees piled up in neighboring country's camps

The ruins around proved the existence of once to be houses
Still..
Some ruins had people inside
Not everyone was able to seek refuge in other countries..
Others... Still had hope

He took in a long breath in..

' well.. home sweet home huh..!?'

He looked behind at the men he volunteered leading
You could see they were tired.
Thin precipitation on their foreheads..
After coming to conclusions they couldn't come straight to Lahore
Through military jets it would cause chaos and blow their cover
So they took a normal flight to India..
Then took a bus to the border
The rest of the way they had to walk to Lahore
It was day third without proper rest..

" How are you guys holding up..?" He asked

" Aaaah.. I think this will be my last mission.. I don't think I will ever get used to how Innocents die in these wars.. " Wyatt Said wiping his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt

" One day it will all be over.. don't stress Buddy.." Owen ruffles his hair

" When is Naseer joining us.. ? I bet it's already Christmas in USA.." Dylan sighed

" I'm sure that's not the way time zone works Dylan.." Trent rolled his eyes

" After the wedding he'll be here.. tommorow"

Ahmed sighed.. ofcourse today he was completely loosing her .
And he didn't want to be there to watch it happen
He didn't think he had the heart to do so.
That's why he volunteered to help the special forces set camps in Pakistan days before the attack
Later Naseer would join them with more soldiers
But he had to attend his sister's wedding first
When they finish all this he was gonna settle in Pakistan

Trent threw Dylan a dirty glare for bringing up the wedding
Dylan looked at Ahmed with an appologetic look

" We'll be staying here for today.. ease your language" Ahmed said..

He turned away and walked out..
So much for letting her go..

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She looked at her best friend through the mirror..
She was in her dark blue dress that hugged her curves..
Her hair today was curled at the ends making it beach wavy..
There was light make up on her face but her face glowed like she had make up on..

" You look happy.." Isqaar pointed out

Ilham smiled at her.. ofcourse she was happy..
Just that she was not sure if her friend was..

" I am... I am so happy.." she said instead

Isqaar looked at herself on the mirror..
She also didn't want to be called up in make up..

Her hair was styled up.. she could see beautiful pins holding it into place..
She was in that dress she loved.. only that she didn't want to wear it..
The creamy white dress that reached her knees..
That creamy white dress that hugged her small torso and bloom into a solo
Leaving her shoulders bare..
The flowery lace covered her arms..
Silver bracelets.
Silver earrings..
Silver necklace...
Silver heels....
Silver.........
Was the ring going to be silver too...?
Who cares..she hated silver