★ 𝐀𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧, a wealthy and successful businessman known for his cold demeanor and grumpy disposition, finds himself bound to an arranged marriage with ★ 𝐑𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞, a bright and spirited young woman with dreams of lo...
As I stood there, dressed in my nikah outfit - a pristine white sherwani adorned with delicate embroidery - I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at the pit of my stomach.
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The weight of the moment hung heavy upon my shoulders, each step toward the nikah stage feeling like a step closer to a future I had never envisioned for myself.
I had never imagined that I would find myself standing here, on the brink of marriage to someone I barely knew, all for the sake of my parents' happiness.
I had always prided myself on my independence, on my ability to chart my own path in life. But now, as I stood on the threshold of matrimony, I couldn't help but feel a sense of resignation settling over me.
As I was escorted to the nikah stage by my cousins, their playful whispers and teasing remarks filled the air, their lighthearted banter a stark contrast to the heaviness in my heart.
If murder wasn't a crime I would have killed them by now.
They nudged me forward, their mischievous grins widening as they teased me about my impending marriage.
"Dil mein dhak dhak horaha hai kya?" Ali whispered in my ear, his voice barely audible over the din of the crowd. "Arey abhi kaise hoga, bhabhi ki entry toh hone de!" Ahmed smirked mischievously. (Is your heart skipping a beat?) (Not now, let entry of sister in law happen first.)
I glared at both of them, I felt anything but joyous. My mind was filled with doubts and uncertainties, my thoughts consumed by the weight of my obligations to my family.
I knew that this marriage was not of my choosing, that it was merely a means to fulfill my parents' wishes. But try as I might, I couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension that lingered within me.
And then, as if on cue, the door to the nikah hall swung open, and my bride - Rahaf Siddique - entered, her form swathed in a white garara and a red veil obscuring her face.
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She was escorted to the stage by my brothers, their hands intertwined with hers as they guided her forward with gentle reassurance.
As my eyes fell upon her, a strange sensation washed over me, one that I couldn't quite place. It was as if time stood still in that moment, the world around me fading into insignificance as I gazed upon her radiant form.
