اب کے ہم بچھڑے تو شاید کبھی خوابوں میں ملیں جس طرح سوکھے ہوئے پھول کتابوں میں ملیں~
(Ab ke ham bichade toh shayad kabhi khawabon mein milen. Jis tarah sookhe hue phool kitabon mein milen.)
(This time if we part, then we may meet in the dreams Like dry flowers that are found in books)
Zaim knew this was not a great idea to attend her mehandi. It would be a big trial for him. He knew this would constrict his heart. He knew she would be looking so breathtaking that it would hurt his heart more.
Why does our heart incline towards those not destined for us? Why do we fall for someone indifferent to our existence?
Zaim entered the hall with the intentions of only focusing on the function rather than the bride.
But subconsciously his eyes made their way towards the stage where she sat with all her glory.
Mahrosh wore a yellow lehenga with a pink dupatta gracefully draped over her head. Her subtle makeup and jewelry made it hard for him to take his eyes off her.
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(Acha i wanted to leave the character imaginations upto you...BUTTTTTTTT this look of hers😭😭 Mashallah. Sorry i had to😭😭)
Soon, the rasm-e-henna commenced. Since it was a combined mehndi, the couple sat together on the stage, their hands adorned with henna-adorned leaves. Periodically, couples or aunties joined them, applying henna onto the leaves and offering them sweets.
Mahrosh and Azlan looked absolutely stunning as a pair. Anyone who saw them couldn't help but say "Mashallah".
Zaim experienced a pang of discomfort within, prompting him to excuse himself and step out of the hall, only to return after the rasm concluded.
A call from Murtaza informed him of an impromptu bhangra dance, coaxing him to rejoin the festivities. With some hesitation, he reentered the hall.
He had simply intended to watch them dance bhangra, yet Murtaza's enthusiastic pull landed him on the dance floor.
"I'll be the first to dance at his love's mehndi!"
His inner self mocked him.
"Chalo koi naiii. I am making memories!"
(Well, it's alright.)
He chuckled on his own thoughts.
"Dil ko khush rakhne ko Ghalib yeh khyaal bhi acha hai!"
(Keeping the heart content, Ghalib, this thought has its merits too)
