Farha's POV.
Farha, daughter of Kabir Sagar. Do you accept this marriage on an agreement of Five lakhs of rupees as your mehr, from Aadil, son of Hamid Imran?" The kazi asked on the day of our wedding and I immediately blurted out "I accept" as my answer, not that I was happy with the wedding but the eagerness of making Aadil pay for the wrong decision he made, was what overwhelmed me."Do you accept?" He asked again and I gave the same reply and also to last question.
"Yaaaaaaay! Barakallahu lakumah wabarakah alaykum" Ablah exclaimed jumping and dancing as we made our way to the couple's car after the solenmnization took place.
"So like I'm officially qualified to show this guy who Farha Sagar really is. Woah! It will be fun" I thought to myself as we both entered the car and he was sitting next to me.
We got to the Imran's mansion in no time and I must say that these people really like ceremonies a lot. Aadil's mom gave me a warm welcome into their house and I must say that the woman really likes me a lot.
"Am I some kind of Angel?" I thought to myself and as if she heard me, she nodded.
The walimat - nikkah preparation started in the meantime and it would take place in two days. I felt very uncomfortable as many people started to visit us. I really don't like visitors, you know. The house was so full of relatives from the Imran's side and my family members were not left out as well.
On the D-Day, there were so much people and to my utmost surprise, the paparazzi were all around. "What for?" I questioned and as if I said that aloud, "Mr Imran is a politician" Mahira replied me and then I realized that these people are really public figures.
"You're looking gorgeous sis" Aafia complemented and I just smiled.
"Come on. People are waiting for us." Aadil came wrapping my hands with his and dragging me as we made our way through the aisle and up to the head table.
"Oh my Gosh" I growled at the flashlights coming from the cameras.
"I'll surely go blind today." I said almost in a whisper and he heard me.
"You don't like the flashlights right?" Aadil asked me while we sat down and I innocently replied a yes and he smiled.
"Oops" I blurted out as he wrapped his arms around me to block the cameras from my sight and causing the crowd to cheer up with some round of applause.
"Uhh, so so dramatic." I thought as I released myself from his grip and quickly drew the curtains down leaving Aadil shocked.
"What was the need to do that?" I yelled and he was speechless then I realized that I was being harsh.
"You know there are a lot of people here you could have just drawn the curtains and then do what you just did" I said trying to be nice and "I'm sorry" was what came out of his mouth.
The ceremony didn't come to an end until the evening and now we were taking a lot shot of pictures with every family member. From brides parents and groom parents to the elders and siblings and then personal pictures of the couples and all that.
"Uhh, I hate all these family drama" I thought to myself as I was now hugging each and every member of the Imran's family and my cheeks were aching so much as a result of the non stop smiling.
"welcome dear bahu" Aadil's mom said with a wide grin as she gave me her own round of the bone crushing hug.
Moving to my family members I couldn't stand the tears that tripped down my face as I hugged my mom, she had been the most precious thing to me and now I'm leaving her to welcome another mom into my life.
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HER HUSBAND [A STRANGER IN HER HEART]
RomansLove story of a young couple Aadil Imran and Farha Sagar. He is Pakistani and she is an Indian Muslim. But she doesn't like Pakistanis. Their marriage was an arranged one and she vowed to make it a living hell for her husband on the stand that he h...