Dil Nihaad | دٍل نٍہاد

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The couple descended the stairs, Everyone's eyes went to them as they got closer to the dining table. Abd-ar Rahman and Maryam came closer to the elders, bending their heads to get the blessings of Abd-al-Razaaq and Sabiha begum.

Maryam was dressed in a gorgeous Maroon Kurta Shalwar with a matching organza dupatta covering her head, as she took the elders' blessings with a glowing smile on her lips, making her glowing face even more gorgeous. 

Abd-ar Rahman was dressed in a black kurta shalwar with sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"Jeetay raho, aur humesha Kush raho." Abd-al Razaaq blessed the couple with a proud and happy smile on his face.

[ Live long, and be happy always. ]

"Allah tum dono ko khus rakhay, mere bachon." Sabiha begum blessed them and kissed their foreheads lovingly.

[ May god keep you both happy Always, My child. ]

Then came their parents, followed by the chachi and chachu and then they both settled back down at the dining table. Maryam settled down on her seat beside Amna, across from Abd-ar Rahman, whose gaze was just making her face look like a tomato. 

Amna nudged Maryam with a teasing smile on her face. 

"Bhabhi ji, bara glow kar rahi hain..." Amna teased and received a slight hit from Maryam on her forearm, making Amna chuckle. 

[ dear sister-in-law, you're glowing pretty much... ]

They all continued with the food, eating peacefully and silently when Humna decided to break the silence.

"Bachon, time se ready ho ke Marriage hall pohnch jana, acha?" Humna spoke to confirm everything was in check, making everyone nod.

[ Children, get ready to reach the marriage hall on time, okay? ]

"Aur Han, Ali aur Azlaan, tum dono thoda jaldi pohnch jana, har cheez aik baar check kar lena." Humna told Azlaan and Ali, making Ali whine like a child. 

[ And yes, Ali and Azlaan, both of you should arrive a little early, check everything once. ]

"Yaar, Ami... Walima toh Larkay walon ki taraf se hota hai na, to who check karain gae. Main to aaram se jaun ga." Ali spoke busy chewing on his morsel. 

[ Oh, Mom... The reception is from the boy's side, so they will check. I will go comfortably. ]

Everyone stopped eating and turned their heads to look at Ali, flabbergasted. Ali stopped eating hearing no response from anyone or the clinking of utensils, raising his head to see everyone staring at him as if he was a criminal. Ali raised a brow in confusion and felt being pushed down on his chair by all the stairs, which one was of his brother, the one making him even more nervous.

Amna, who was sitting beside him on her seat, slapped the back of his head making him let out a low groan and rub the back of his head.

"Muhammad Ali Farooqi, kya Abd-ar Rahman Farooqi ap ke bhai nahin hain?" Amna spoke sarcastically. 

[ Muhammad Ali Farooqi, is Abd-ar Rahman Farooqi, not your brother? ]

"Hain..." Ali spoke in confusion, still not getting the point and receiving another slap from Amna on his back.

"To Aqal mand, larkay walay ap huay ke woh?" Amna asked again, making Ali raise his eyebrows and mouth forming an "O" in realization.

[ So Mr. Genius, are you from the boy's side or they? ]