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...
Today was the big day, it was officially the day of Fatima and Ali bhai's nikkah and I couldn't be happier for them both. But other than that, I rarely had time to sleep. For the past three days, I had practically moved into Fatima's house, as I was spending every spare minute into the planning. Fatima decided onto a small intimate at home nikkah, but truth be told, that was more work.
I had to coordinate with an event decorator, the henna lady, the makeup artist and what not? I had not properly slept in almost 43 hours now, unhealthy, I know, but I couldn't help it. There was so much to be done, and there was so little time. Currently, it was 6am and I had to wake up the bride so she could go and take a shower after which we were to leave for the makeup artist.
Waking up the bride was a task of its own, because unlike me, Fatima was a heavy sleeper, I could not get her to wake up, as for the past fifteen minutes, she kept asking for "two more minutes". I was trying to keep everything civil but Fatima forced me to come to the conclusion of waking her up with a cup of water like I did back in medical school. True to this technique, she was up and alert in just a better of a few seconds.
After making sure she's in the shower, I quickly packed up all of our stuff we might need at the makeup artist and sat in the lounge. I leaned back at the sofa to just close my eyes out of tiredness, when a delicious aroma hit my nostrils. I opened my eyes to find Saleh standing there with a cup of coffee and a pain au chocolat. I looked up at him questioningly, and he gestured for me to take it. As I bit into the chocolatey heaven, I realized that I hadn't eaten anything in a while and this was literally going to get me through today,
"Thank you Saleh for this", I replied taking a sip of the coffee
"What? No bhai this time?", he asked in a partially annoyed and teasing voice
"Why do you want me to call you bhai?", I asked in a teasing manner which was only responded with a glare
We sat there in comfortable silence. I, for once, was waiting for Fatima to come out of her room, I had no idea why he was in ladki walay's house right now neither did I have the courage to ask. My train of thoughts was broken up by the door opening revealing Fatima. I immediately got up, gave a thankful nod towards Saleh and started helped her to the car. From now onwards, it was the makeup artist's domain.
Two hours later
I slept. I actually slept at the makeup artist's. Thankfully, this was something she was quite used to and she worked her way through it. Not gonna lie, I was actually very impressed by her professionalism. I was getting ready by a junior makeup artist, whereas the bride was in the hands of the senior/signature makeup artist. I was pretty pleased with how everything turned and I have to say that I looked and felt pretty.
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(A/N: Hayah's outfit, hair, and makeup for Fatima's nikkah. You guys are free to imagine whatever you like but mini fun fact, this is the exact outfit, hair, and makeup I got done for my own sister's nikkah lollll)
