Ahd-e-Wafa| عہدِ وفا

Aarzoo- Pt 1

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Weddings were like a meet-and-greet session, excluding the fact that you couldn't choose whom you met or talked to.

Sahar didn't necessarily hate them. They were undeniably pretty and shimmery
and fun, although, she sure could use some time to revive her social energy. At least that was her excuse for being locked in her room since half past afternoon. It was now past 7 in the evening.

Her eldest cousin was getting married in mere two days and she could hardly believe it. It was the first wedding of this new generation of Bukhari family and everyone was equally ecstatic about it.

She lay in her bed, absolutely exhausted from the shenanigans of shopping and decorations. She had spent the first half of her free time scrolling through her phone and the second half staring at the ceiling, all the while the hall outside her room bustled like a street, piling up with relatives.

She'd have fallen asleep too had it not been for the incessant knock on her door. She hadn't even granted the person entry when the door was flung open, revealing her cousin, Aashna. Sahar would've scowled had it not been for the wide grin on her face, alerting her of an exciting news.

"Kya hua?"

(What happened?)

She asked, quickly sitting up right. Aashna merely replied with a mischievous smile before she did a quick take of what Sahar was wearing.

"Kuch dhang ka pehno aur jaldi chalo."

(Wear something presentable and come fast.)

"Kaha?"

(Where?)

Her cousin rolled her eyes without heaving out a reply and rushed towards her closet, throwing the first casual pair of clothes that was a bit decent looking at her, silently asking her to hurry up.

With an exasperated sigh, she switched her faded white kurti with a blush pink one and similar coloured cigarette pants. Securing a white dupatta over her shoulders, she got out of the washroom.

"Kitni der lagadi. Ab chalo jaldi."

(About time. Let's leave now.)

"Lekin ja kaha rahe hai?"

(But where are we going?)

Sahar's question was all but ignored. Breathing out an annoyed sigh, she walked in toe with Aashna till they reached the main door of the house. To her surprise, all her cousins stood there, chatting and simply creating a rakus.

Shahveer and Shabeer, the infamous twin troubles, hovered around the groom-to-be, Arsal Bukhari. It was not a new sight but the irritated expression on her elder cousin's face made her smile.

"Aa gaye dono."

(The two have arrived.)

The unmistakable shrill voice of her cousin, one whom she tolerated the least, spoke loudly. Controlling her expressions, she gave a tight smile to her Amtul appi. She was her khala's daughter and three years older than her.