Dastoor-e-Dil (ON HOLD)

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Hayah POV

After finishing our ever delicious anday wala burger, we fixed our outlook to look presentable and started walking towards this outlet. After about 15 minutes, we reached our destination and to be very honest, there wasn't much to look at, so I was a bit thrown off. But we decided for that to not throw off our impression and walked in. There were a few dresses that were hung up on the racks and a few on the mannequins and they were a work of art. 

I was immediately attracted towards a sparkly gold dress and I walked towards it and Fatima looked around. After about a minute, the door behind the counter, which I assume was the office, a girl with a high ponytail walked out. She looked at us with widened eyes, and then said,

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize you guys were in the store, I asked my husband to get a bell attached or something that would tell us if a customer walked in. Shit, I'm so sorry once again", she rambled on

"Its okay, we just came in, don't worry about it", Fatima replied whilst smiling at her

"I would like to apologize once again, and formally welcome you to Aylaar Bridals, my name is Ayla Salaar", she said, bringing forth her hand for us to shake

"Hi Ayla, I'm Fatima and this is my best friend Hayah", Fatima introduced us 

Smiling at her, I shook her hand and said, "Can I just say that you're absolutely stunning"

To which, Ayla blushed and thanked me, she was so adorable and pure. She led us back to her office and insisted on a cup of tea. She told us that Aylaar Bridals was her business venture in Canada and how it was a university project that led to this. It turned out to be quite a success in Canada, so they decided to open up a branch in Lahore and it was their second day after opening, they were still in the process of setting everything up. 

She showed us her existing designs and Fatima liked quite a few but she still wasn't satisfied and Ayla noticed that and she offered to take up the bits and pieces that Fatima liked from each dress and make it into one. We did not have to finalize on it just yet, she could just sketch out a rough sketch of how the dress would look like and if Fatima liked it, she could officially place an order. 

Although, this was a leap of faith, but Fatima agreed to do so and started discussing her dream dress with Ayla, who was extremely understanding. We were in the middle of a discussion when the door to her office swung open and a tall man with these beautiful grey-green eyes, his face contorting a panicked expression, with a hysterical baby in his arms.

"Ayla, Mustafa won't stop crying, I don't know what to do now", he said as soon as he walked in. He hadn't realized that we were sitting there, but as soon as he did, he mumbled an "Oh" and held the baby to his chest preparing to leave.

"Just give me a minute", Ayla excused herself and went towards the guy and held the baby from him, and immediately he stopped crying and was nuzzling into Ayla's arms.

"Guys meet my husband, Salaar and this is my son, Mustafa", she introduced them both

Salaar mumbled a Salaam and lowered his gaze respectfully. Ayla, then said something to Salaar and he left the office and she brought forward baby Mustafa, to the desk and continued on sketching. He was absolutely adorable, with curious grey-ish eyes he was taking note of his surroundings.

I mumbled a MashaAllah and kept looking at him, and we had an eye contact, he blabbered something at me and then started giggling. This went on for a minute or two and I gathered the courage to ask Ayla to hold him, and she let me. The minute, he'd look at me and he'd start giggling. I absolutely loved kids, they have this certain innocence that makes me love them even more. I plan on training as a pediatrician.

His grey eyes reminded me of a certain someone, but I shuddered away my thoughts deciding it's not best to remember him. After about half an hour, we were done and we exchanged numbers with Ayla and she said that she'd update us there with the dress once it was done. It was only 8pm at the time we were done with this, so I decided to go back to Fatima's place and help her out with wedding planning.

Fatima was getting married to Ali Reza who was Canadian-Pakistani and they'd be flying in for the nikkah, however the rukhsati was to a few months after the nikkah and that was solely because of the issuance of her spouse visa.

I've met Ali bhai a couple of times and he was an absolute sweetheart, you could tell that the guy had feelings towards Fatima, he looked at her with so much love, they had been engaged since she was eighteen and they just got to know each other over the course of the past six years. He was respectful and loyal towards her and that's all a woman could ask for.

Although, I have threatened him that if he dares to hurt her, I will hunt him down, chop him to pieces and drop him near the Titanic wreck.

I helped Fatima do all of her bookings like her makeup artist, henna artist etcetera, over the past two hours. This girl doesn't realize that she shouldn't leave everything to the last minute, otherwise, there could be consequences. It was around 10pm when I received a call from my mom asking me to come home. I was going to meet Fatima anyway at 8am tomorrow at the hospital, so I bid my goodbye and asked her driver, chacha Saeed to drop me off to my house.

Today, was indeed exhausting.

A lil cameo from my og babies, I hope y'all liked it 😭🤌 I was tryna be slick including them in the story lol 💀

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