Happiness is hard to find.
But with them, happiness is just compulsory.
Not always but yes theirs'.
They are everything but fake.
The challenges they face are nothing but challenging.
But the outcomes are always anything but failure.
The busin...
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He held my hand softly. They were slightly shaking. It's not like I get engaged everyday. But the thing is that I was able control it just after the moment our hands made contact. Which means you know what.
I am nervous. I can't be, right? Who gets nervous about this? But then again it's not like I get engaged everyday. I tried to concentrate my thoughts on the decorations. The light theme was one good idea, for a dark evening. But it was not enough to divert my attention from the feeling of his palm against mine. So warm, with such a cold face. We exchanged the rings with great difficulties. Well I did. Because, this is not some random nervousness I had felt during, you know times like, my first suspense novel. It is my engagement and I am engaged to the person who doesn't have an attitude but is filled with super cold behaviour. 'How is it that a person's coldness never feels cold?' I ask this question to myself every time I meet him. But look at the one speaking, a girl who is dissembling.
Wait! Isn't this my first time seeing Danish Emraan in an Indian attire? Wow? No this doesn't describe my reaction and feelings.
Masha Allah! 'He looks so unrealisticly handsome', Is an understatement. He looks more than just unrealisticly handsome. The ceremony went smoothly. The elders have left for dinner, while I am surrounded by the group of youngsters. They are talking about I don't know what. Well I am listening to them but not actually listening to their words. Nuha came to me with an ice cream in her hand. "Ataa, ice cream!" she exclaimed happily. She sat between me and Danish and said "Ata, you look beautiful." "Just beautiful?" I asked with a small pout. "MashaAllah!" She said and laughed. Why laugh? She looked towards Danish and giggled. What's going on between them? I earned a 'MashaAllah' from Nuha, it's the second best thing of today. You know, she a judgy little thing.
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I slept well. It was almost 3:30 am when I had returned to my room. After 2 hours of praying, reading and staring, I fell asleep on the floor near to my balcony door. Got up early and greeted the elders, who suggested that I sleep for a few more hours, today was a big day. I accepted it and returned to my room. Later I found myself busy with the laptop and the time was around 2 pm. Mother came in and gave me an earful for working, hours before my engagement and insisted that I get ready, although I have more than 3 hours for the ceremony. It would hardly take an hour for it and yet she has convinced me to do it. I have long hair which I hate to keep open. But Di said "Ata, open hair looks really beautiful on you." She is insisting me to keep them open. "Di, but" "No buts Ata, listen to Zahra." Mother said. "Come on please Ata. I promise it won't hurt." I have always been sensitive about my hairs. They look beautiful but it is painful. Everyone one in my family liked me having long hairs and so I decided to not cut them short. It's not like I hate long hairs or love short hairs, it's just that someone had to take care of it for me. As a child, Aziza and Mother took care of them whenever they were free. Later Bhai and Di helped me maintain them properly. Bhai sometimes combs them. Firstly, he wanted to learn to tie Nuha's hair properly and took mine as to an experimental one. And secondly, he liked my hair long.
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"MashaAllah!" Was the only word I could say when I saw her. Her skin tone complimented the light colour of her lehenga and the light theme just added to her advantage. None other than Nuha heard me. She looked at me with a smirk. Please, she is what? a 5 year old?
P.S. Ata looked utterly breath-taking and I didn't hide the fact that I was totally mesmerized by her looks. A little girl noticed and used it against me infornt of her. And even looked towards me for my reaction. Children nowadays are more than just children.
I recalled the moments of ring exchange. When her hand shivered against mine, I didn't know what to do. It was obvious that she was nervous but her expressions were far from being obvious. Even now her expressions were difficult to read. The presence of our siblings and cousins never helped anything. "My beloved" Yasir exclaimed and said "You look gorgeous." patting her head. "Yasir Bhai, you are late." Ata complained. "Well, I am sure this is worth being late" he said giving her a bouquet of flowers. The colours of the flowers were white, and pale purple. Ata gave him the best smile so far and said "well it is. Thank you Bhai." "We are glad you liked it. Yasir has been looking for them since morning" Zoya Didi said. "She has a horribly unique taste and the most beautiful smile." Yasir said. "Carnations, if I am not wrong." Shayan said. "Yes, these are the carnations" Ata exclaimed just like Nuha does. Are these her favourite flowers? I saw different flowers in the morning, Iris actually, they were delivered by someone and the card read _______________________________________________________
'I know you will look more than just beautiful tonight, but I hope these flowers will draw the most adorable smile on your face. Enjoy your day♡'
I know this because, I was the one who accepted and delivered them to her room.
"Mother, just five more minutes please" Ata said without even looking at me. She was working on her laptop. I stood there for a while until she looked at me. "Mr. Danish? Flowers, for me?" She asked with a grin. "Oh yes, Iris from Iris?" I said more like asked. Her smile decreased slightly and she said "Oh thank you" she said taking the flowers. She scanned them and smiled happily. I just looked at her expressions. She looked not just happy. Maybe pleased? But currently, the reaction she gave, after seeing those carnations was 2 times better than the one in the morning.
"Bhabhi, are carnations your favourite flowers?" Nadim asked. "Not really, they just came to my mind." she answered with a shy smile. "Mr. Handsome. Who is more beautiful? Ata or the flowers?" Nuha asked me. I looked towards Ata who was already looking at me just as everyone else. "Wow Nuha, you asked the best question" Farhan complimented her and said "Answer Bhaiya. Is Bhabhi more beautiful or the flower?" They were not going to let me off the hook until I answered the question. "Come on Bhaiya" Afreen encouraged, indicating towards Ata. "I think the flowers look most beautiful with her" I said in a low voice. They didn't catch the meaning, not just yet. But Ata, looked at me for a few moments and then looked away with red cheeks. Wait she is blushing? "Ohhhh" realisation hit the others, they didn't expect me to say this, neither did I. On the other hand, Nuha looked at me with a shocked look and whispered "You should have said Ata looked more beautiful. Don't you know?"
Later, I searched for them online and was like, taken back when I read through the details carefully. 'This is what mauve carnations symbolise?' I asked myself. But then again, I am wondering about Ms. Ata, who is the only one that remains a mystery to me.
'At the end of the day you are just as unread as you were.' She surprises me every time with her unique personality and most unbelievable choice. She seems like a different person, when she acts like one and thinks like another.
