Hearts entwined in jannah | (jannah series #2)

CHAPTER 18: HENNA PARTY

KANO STATE, NIGERIA

|wednesday - May 16|

(2:33 PM) unknown:
You are still getting married even when I've told you not to?!

(2:35 PM): please just stop this shenanigans and tell me who the fuck you are. Also, news flash no one can stop me from marrying Amir.

(2:35 PM) unknown:
Will you stop the wedding if I tell you who I'm am?

(2:38 PM) It's not like am desperate to know your identity 🙄, goodbye weirdo. Don't ever call me or message me again.

(2:38 PM) unknown:
I can't do that I love you.
(Seen @2:38 PM)

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Azra rolled her eyes as she looked at the message the unknown number had sent her, he had stopped using private numbers to message her so now she could send him replies. She didn't think he was someone she had to worry about, to her he was just one of those obsessive stalkers who gave nothing but empty threats. She did have a reason to thank him though, that night if he hadn't sent her that picture and she didn't freak out and fall on Amir then she would never have been getting married to him, today would have never been their henna party and tomorrow wouldn't have been their cocktail and the day after wouldn't have been the kamu and may 19 would have never been their wedding day.

Happiness is an understatement to what she felt at the moment, she felt ecstatic and even more, no words in the English dictionary could describe how happy she is, had it been she didn't fall on top of Amir on that fateful day then may 19 would have just been ordinary day that would come to pass.
"Carry your lazy ass out of that bed and come downstairs right now, everyone is waiting for you." Mahi said as she barged into Azra's room looking stunning in her black and golden lafaya which complimented her chocolate brown skin.

Standing up Azra fixed her white lafaya which has golden embroidery at the edges and straightened her hair before she pulled the veil of the to cover her head while the front part was still showing. She and Amina wore the same outfit and they both looked gorgeous but the only difference is that Amina had tied a white headgear into the famous Zarah buhari style and then she had placed the veil of the lafaya on her head while Azra had left her front hair open because the veil of the lafaya couldn't cover completely. Nonetheless, they both looked ravishing and gorgeous.
"Lead the way." Azra said as she stood in front of Mahi who rolled her eyes before she started walking in front of Azra.

As Azra gaze at the garden we're the henna party is taking place, a scene of elegance unfolds before her eyes. The henna party event place is a vision of beauty and culture intertwined. The soft, warm hues of the decor create a welcoming embrace, drawing you into a world of celebration and tradition. Delicate draping and intricate patterns adorn the space, a testament to the care and attention to detail put into every aspect of the event. The gentle glow of the lights casts a magical aura, illuminating the anticipation and joy that lingers in the air. It's a place where stories are woven, where laughter dances, and where the spirit of festivity reigns supreme. Azra finds herself immersed in this enchanting moment captured in the picture, a moment that speaks of joy and tradition intertwined. The setting seems to whisper tales of happiness and cultural richness, inviting you to be a part of the celebration. Two white chairs had been placed on each side and Azra and Amina's names were written above indicating which place belong to a certain person. A huge Persian rug had been spread out on the lush green grass for the bridesmaids maid and then a long table were all sorts of drinks and assortment were kept.