𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 [𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡]

ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ 96

Alia stared at herself in the wall length mirror. It covered the entire wall making herself visible from head to toe for her to look at.

She was wearing maroon colour lehenga having prefer the colour over the common colour red. She wanted to have a dark colour lehenga because frankly it would suit her better according to her opinion. The chura was also the same colour that she wore.

Her makeup had been heavy but Alia had told the makeup artist to go light on the foundation repeatedly. The jewelry had been even heavier than the foundation on her skin and the Chaudhari family had a custom of the jury been passed down to the daughters-in-law of the family. So the jewelry she wore belonged to the families and justice that have been passed down through the generations by marriage.

Even joked that if Aliya ever got divorced from Armaan she won't be able to get any jewellery as alimony this very reason and the reply given to her by Jagriti was something that made Alia's soul shiver.

"Don't talk about my grandson's divorce. Say it one more time and you will witness something worse than that."

Whatever she meant, Aliya ignored. Because at the end of the day talking about divorce on the day of marriage was not something Alia would consider a bad omen but brother a bad intention.

The real problem that they had realised in the ceremony of haldi in the morning was that Alia did not have any family members from her side apart from her brother who was underage and they did not want to invite anyone as well which presented them problem of who would give Alia away.

That paved the way to the problem of who would do the kanyadan.

That was the moment that Mrs Sultan; Aleema had suggested that their family could do this for her.

"Mashallah child, you look beautiful," Aleema Sultan lightly pinched Alia's cheek. "Do you want to eat something before we go down? With the photos and the jaymala, (exchanging garlands) everything will take a lot of time and you might get to eat until late at night."

Alia frowned lightly at that, "but aunty I was told that the wedding was here were done before the midnight." The phere had to be completed along with the entire wedding which included the jaymala to be before 12 o'clock where the next day began.

It wae something that was their family tradition and Alia did not question that. She was respectfull about the traditions no matter how absurd they might sound, which in this case, did not.

"That too," Aleema got a glass of water to Aliya. "The phere will immediately be conducted when you walk down. So you will directly with walking down to the rituals. What is after that you will have to sit through the photographs with everyone and that," Aleema chuckled, "is going to be very long."

Alia sighed before turning her eyes away from the aunt and looking at her friends who grinned.

"Golgappe," announced Abhinav as he stood up and walked out of the door.

"Pav bhaji," simranpreet grinned and walked out as well.

"I'll get the chaat!" Shreya followed them out and Aleema giggled.

"You have good friends," Aleema patted her back and made Alia sit. She walked into the bathroom only to come with a pair of towels in her hand. "I don't want it dirty dress all the jewellery. So you will have to take care by wrapping these around you."

She wrapped the towel around areas neck by making sure that the veil did not suffocate nor pull her hair. "Now I am going to come back in a few minutes. Try not to eat until then. I don't want to spoil anything, alright?"

Alia nodded. She won't want anything to spoil either.

As Mrs Sultan left Alia side and pickup the phone. They were getting ready in the hotel so it was easier for Armaan to being the baraat directly to the resort where they were going to get married. She could hear the band and the beating of the drums. He was near and she was pretty sure that her brother was dancing.

She shook her head. He knew he was not supposed to.

"Alia?" Ziagham entered the room with a plastic bag in his hands that he extended to her as he neared her. "Hair fall stop these are the gloves my mother centre for you. Try not to ruin . .the nail paint?" He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck as he said that before frowning, "I don't know why exactly she sent this but I think this will help you."

Alia chuckled and took it from him. "Thank you." She said before her mind focused on something to be corrected by her. If he was going to begin a new chapter of life it was very important to close the previous ones.

"Ziagham?" She cold and he turned to look at her. Early appointed to the seat in front of a that Zaigham thankfully satin without a word.

With a gulp, she began, "I just wanted to apologize for my behavior that day. I told Arman about it and he just said that it was a...vulnerable moment for the both of us, but i would not call it that."

"What would you call it then?" Ziagham pulled her out of the mindless talking and focused on the main question. "A mistake Alia? What you're going to call it?"

Alia bowed her head in shame before her eyes teared up and she nodded. "I'm sorry." She sniffed slightly, "I don't want to call it a mistake but it is what's that was. It was exactly you that was Zaigham it was not meant to happen and it was . . ."

". . .A mistake. " He nodded and completed for her. "I know." He gave her a soft smile. "I know, Aliya. And it should not have happened but we have to move past it. It meant nothing which is why we can move past it very easily. "

Zaigham stood up and walked to her. "You made the most beautiful bride I have ever seen earlier. Now cheer up, This was a small bump on the road that we never will encounter again." He kissed her forehead, "Come on, I have to walk you down too." He winked making her smile.