In the dazzling world of glitzy weddings and sparkling lehnga cholis, Hayah, a dedicated doctor, finds herself in the most unexpected of predicaments. She's reunited with Saleh, the charming but infuriating heir to a billion-dollar tech empire. Thei...
"Hayah, meri jaan, uth bhi jao ab", I could hear my mom, but I decided to ignore her because I was in no mood to wake up. I groaned in response, conveying the fact that I did not want to wake up any time soon.
The next thing I know, I could feel direct sunlight in my eyes, I groaned and looked up at my mom who looked back at me with a "I warned you" look in her eyes. I whined when my dad came into my room,
"Kyun meri shehzadi kou tang kar rahi hou begum?", my dad said addressing my mom
"Yeh jou aapki shehzadi sahiba hain na, yeh pichlay 13 ghanton say sou rahi hain, woh bhi gadhay ghoray baich kar", my mom complained to my dad
"Tou sonay dain na mama, I had a 34 hour shift aur woh bhi ER main, har waqt koi na koi aa raha tha", I complained.
I love my job, I really do. It's just that it gets frustrating sometimes, I mean I've had an average of 30+ hour shifts are no joke.
"Meray bacchay, chorr dou, itni weak hou gaye hou, dekha nahin jaata mujhe tumhain iss tarah", my mom said
"Array mama, aisay kaisay chorr doun, housejob nahin karun gi, tou seekhon gi kaisay", I semi- groaned and semi-laughed out
"Kaisi baatain kar rahi hou Safiya, our daughter is really strong, she'll get through this", my dad looked at me with nothing but pride in his eyes.
"Waisay beta, what time did you get home today?", my dad asked
"My shift ended at 4am main ghar takreeban 5am tak aa gayi thi", I said
"Shukar hai you have Fatima with you over there, warna mujhe har waqt tumhari fikar rehti", my mom said
"Haan, yeh donon ek dosray to yin-yang ki tarah compliment karti hain, they literally look like long lost sisters", my dad laughed out
"Uss say yaad aya, when is Fatima's nikkah?", my mom asked
"Yehi koi two months main, wait, mama time kya hua hai?", I asked my mom
"Beta it's 5pm abhi", my mom said
Fuck. I completely forgot, Fatima is gonna be picking me up in half an hour and we're supposed to go nikkah dress shopping. I ushered my parents out of the room and quickly took a shower.
After about ten minutes, I came out of the bathroom, did my skincare and saw my available ironed clothing options. I pulled out this kurta and trouser, styling it with a pair of kohlapuris and pulled my hair into a braid after blow drying it. Looking into the mirror, I was satisfied with how I looked.
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I picked up my phone and saw that it was 5:20, I still had ten minutes to spare. I hate being late and I hate making people late. I sat on my bed, going through my emails and replying to everyone, when I heard a car honking outside. Knowing it's Fatima, I took my cross body bag and rushed out of my room.
I saw my dad on the phone with someone whilst my mom was excitedly standing on the side. Yelling a loud Allah Hafiz, I left the house and saw Fatima waiting for me in her car.
"Ohoho bride to be looking hot as ever", I said whilst sitting in the car
"Abay jhoot na bolo, this housejob has drained me to the point that I don't even have the time and energy to feel like a bride", she complained
"Hmm", I agreed with her, she wasn't wrong though. We only had two months left till our one year housejob ended too. And to be quite fair, we couldn't wait because we were extremely burnt out
"Chalo, let's get going now, I'm so excited", I said to her giving her a side hug
"Meri yahan phatt rahi hai aur tujhe excitement hou rahi hai", Fatima rolled her eyes and started driving
I laughed and connected my phone to the Bluetooth. I wasn't really a Qawwali person when I moved to Pakistan, but the more fluent I became in Urdu, the more they would hit right in the heart. So I played our favorite, "Tumhe Dillagi Bhool Jaani Paray Gi", by NFAK.
Throughout our way to MM Alam Road and navigating it's way through the rush, we sang out the Qawwali with our not so beautiful voices, but hey, no one could hear us. Finally, we reached out destination, parking our car, I held my bag and opened the door when I realized Fatima wasn't moving.
I sat back inside the car to see what's up and she was sniffling, with a lone tear falling from her cheek.
"Hey hey, meri jaan kya hou gaya hai?", I immediately engulfed her in a hug.
"Kuch nahin yaar, bas ammi ki yaad aa rahi hai, she always wanted to see me as a bride", she said
Fatima's mom, Anabia aunty was the sweetest lady ever. She was an absolute sweetheart, but she unfortunately passed away two years ago due to cancer. My heart broke for my best friend, every girl wishes for their mom to be their side when she's going through one of the hardest transitions in her life. I couldn't do much so I just gave her a big hug and after five minutes she regained her composure and we were ready to go.
Our aim today was to find, "the dress" and we were going to go to every single designer today. If it were up to me, we'd get one made from Liberty Market, but Fatima didn't want to go through all the work, she wanted someone gorgeous and almost ready to wear.
Our first stop was Suffuse By Sana Yasir, although the dress there were pretty, they just didn't call out to Fatima, we then headed to MNR, Naqshi, Faiza Saqlain. She did have a few dresses she liked at MNR and Faiza Saqlain, but she wasn't sure about them.
It is currently 8pm, and the both of us are extremely exhausted from the trying on of the clothes, so we just walked and saw a cart selling anday wala burger, I went ahead and placed an order for us and we sat on the plastic chairs provided by the cart to sit and eat.
"Yaar dresses pyaaray hain, lekin pata nahin woh umph jou mujhe chahiye woh nahin mujhe mil raha", said Fatima whilst muching on the delicious fries
"Haan I understand what you mean, there should be more designers here, I mean, let's not go for high end designers, maybe we can find a dress someplace else", I replied
"Hmm you're right, can you search up any nearby designers on Google?", she asked me
"Haan let me do that", I said
Taking out my phone from my bag, I checked if I had any texts or emails from the hospital, once there wasn't any, I went on Google and searched up bridal dress designers. Most of them were the ones we had already visited. I kept scrolling down the list when a name caught my eye, "Aylaar Bridals". Their designs were so elegant and beautiful and they were just around the corner.
"Oye Fati, yeh dekho, this is a Canadian brand that opened up here, yahan chalain?", I asked, handing her my phone so she could go through the website
"Uff yeh kitnay pyaaray hain, haan chalo, let's go here after we're done eating", she said
I hmm'ed in response biting into the delicious burger. Let's just hope we find, "the one" nikkah dress for Fatima.
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