A beautiful soul, with many scars written in her past. With beautiful memories in her future. Waiting for her prince charming or mijaz-e-khuda.
A story of Dua Ibrahim- who is as innocent as a new baby. Survivor of many attacks.
A story of Hassan Ali...
Finally I was led down, for all the guest to see the bride and for photoshoot. After that the dawat or Lunch will start.
I was made to sit beside my now husband who seem to be very excited.
'Mubarak ho begum' my breath hitched when he inched closer and whispered in my years.
'Aapko bhi shohar ji' with new found confident I also whispered back.
All the guest were coming and congratulating while taking pictures with us. (desi weddings)
After all the tiring photoshoot with guests, we had our personal family photoshoot and a couple of couple photoshoot. The positions cameraman was asking for had me blushing and I wanted to kill that man. Matlab purj family khadi hai and I never went closer to any man in my life and he is like "be comfortable".
Hassan was shameless, he just back-hugged me as the photographer described and was smiling like a fool. I never saw smile like that.
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(Without paghdi, because I couldn't get any photo like I wanted to😅).
'Kya hua begum, thoda muskura bhi de, warna humare bacche baad me dekhenge to kahenge zabardasti shaadi kari thi maine' and he had the audacity to laugh.
