💌: °• Against all odds, love weaves its magic, binding two hearts that were once enemies •°
FARDAN ALI KHAN × SYED MIRAAL AHMED
This story revolves around Muslim characters, The male Protagonist and the Female Protagonist were tied with each other...
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I am sitting in front of the mirror clad in a heavy bridal dress hugging my brother.
Of course I am going to miss him, I met him after 6 months that too for this short period , not fair
The only thing I like about this marriage is that they're letting me continue my job as a CEO because they also know that they have no rights to snatch my company from me.
I am pretty nervous, my soon to be sister in law Zania had came to talk to me, she was really sweet and even complimented me and the thing I noticed is- Bhai couldn't stop staring at her I had to elbow him to make him stop staring at her like this.
When I was still sitting in the room of the huge Banquet venue, it was the time for the marriage.
Mumma and riddhima were with me holding my hands so that I could stop shaking.
Mumma was crying while Riddhima was trying to console her. The priest asked me " Syed Miraal Ahmed aapko Hukum Fardan Ali Khan se nikah qubool hai?" [ Syed Miraal Ahmed do you take King Fardan Ali Khan as your husband?] .
" Q-qubool hai " I said stuttering.
He asked me this 3 more times and then I did my signature and now I am married.
Well ye to hona hi tha [ This had to happen ]
I was busy in my thoughts until Bhai and Riddhima both came inside the room and said " Mira.. stage pe jaane ka time ho gaya hai" I nod at both of them.
The photographers had already clicked my solo photos in the room only.
Riddhima and mom both were helping me with my lehenga as I had the Veil on.
The videographer was making the video of my Bridal entry while I was observing the surroundings through my net veil which was a little see-through.
There were only close family freinds and relatives invited not much people were invited and that's a good thing.
As soon as I reached infront of the stage, I couldn't climb up because of my heavy lahenga.
Then suddenly I saw a hand in front of me, I looked up to see my groom giving me his hand so that I could hold it and climb it?
Well he is looking handsome- what am I even thinking, I've no other option than to take his hand so I just hold it.
And then baam he pulls me on the stage and i successful sit on the sofa.
He also does maintaining a distance between us.
Our families comes and takes pictures with us, finally after the long photosession it was time to eat something, thank God, I've been sitting hungry since the morning.
An Aunt of mine today told me that my Henna is dark now and that means my husband is going to love me so much, like what nonsense is that.
Brown aunties are superstitious for real. Anyways we go and sit on the dining table and we start eating.
