Qurbat | ✔

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And we created you in pairs
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The flowers blooming, the winds dancing with the sky as the witnessing ground awaits for the hour to come

Three ladies pacing around the lounge with furrowed eyebrows and hands on their hips waiting for the deeds to be done

"Maine Kahan tha ke jaldi soojayo but no they have to do as they wish!" Rabia begum huffed
(I told them to sleep early)

"What are these girls are doing? Kapde pehn rahe Hain ya silwa ke pehn rahe hein?" Farhat begum mumbled
(Are they wearing the dress or making the dress)

"Hayee...Mere bete ka nikkah ka waqt nikla jaa raha hai aur yeh ladkiyan aane ka naam hi nahi le Rahi!" nadira begum dramatically said
(My son's nikkah time is running off and these girls aren't coming)

Their eyes fixed on the stair case from were the so called girls will appear, the elder mens with nafeesa begum have already left for kamal's Villa as the nikkah ceremony will be held there while here they are, under the mercy of the girls, the ladies have made a strong bond between them as they are content about it, they are sweet, lovely caring but can turn into dangerous in no second, Desi moms.

"Bhai jaake araam karein, aaj aapki Shaadi nahi ho Rahi!" aariz rested his head on the couch
(Bro go take a rest, today you won't get married)

Hashir sternly glared at him but he himself was worried, he checked his wrist watch and it's screaming 'time is over' as he desperately looked at the stairs

"Izaan go call them" shahwaiz sensed Hashir's uneasiness

"I just did but they shooed me without opening the door and said if I'll come back they will put lipsticks on me" izaan said with horrified eyes, imagining himself in bright pink lipstick

Shahwaiz chuckled at his antics but he was waiting to see her, he didn't saw her since morning and it's been making him desperate, he so wanted to atleast have a glimpse of her

"Bhai the clocks ticking, take my advice and run for you nikkah otherwise you will never gonna have it" aariz said like he is some kind of pro in it

"Astagfirulla, chup Kar!" Hashir smacked his head, if it's on his hands he would do exactly what aariz said, his patience is running out of the window, he will be late in his own nikkah or worse what if the time will end and the nikkah will never take place, oh God what is he thinking? These girls have made him behave like a despo teenager
(Shut up)

Shahwaiz leaned into the couch flipping his phone while tapping his one foot on the ground

"Aagaye tum log" Rabia's loud voice boomed across the hall
(You guys came)

Shahwaiz looked up, as soon as his eyes landed on her, his breath stucked in his throat, his mouth hung open and his heart forgot to beat, his wife stood there cladded in a beautiful saree looking breathtaking, oh wait literally took his breath away

"MASHALLAH" the words left his mouth before he could realize, not only for once, he repeated it for a zillion times under his breath

This is the first time he have seen her in a saree and she is looking more than ethereal, he have to admit she is varrily the most beautiful women he have ever seen, the women who unknowingly ruling his heart, her silky locks falling on her cheek delicately, her hair falling freely on her back, her red plump lips unleashing his hidden emotions, her looks screamed elegance, she is perfectly looking like the badi bahu of omer family, his wife, his hoor.