Warda ran away from the wedding. Apparently, she was in love with someone else. But her parents were against her choice. She agreed to marry Salaar only to buy some time and eloped with her lover half an hour before the Nikkah.
Salaar was furious. It's not like he was in love with Warda. But he did imagine a future with her. Who would have known that someone as mature as Warda would do that?
Salaar's mother was relatively calm than the other family members. Something was going on in her mind. She saw this crisis as an opportunity to get her son married to her favorite girl. Abida called her best friend Amna, Sasha's mother, who was sitting among the wedding guests. Abida made her understand the entire situation and then dropped the bomb at her.
“Amna, you know that I wanted Salaar to marry Sasha since the beginning.” Abida made sure she looked like the most innocent person on this earth while saying those words.
Amna nodded silently, having an idea where this conversation was heading.
“What if we get Salaar and Sasha married today?” Abida asked expectantly.
“Abida, I have no problem with Sasha becoming your daughter-in-law. You were the one who took care of her when I was battling with cancer. But the problem is that Salaar doesn't want to marry Sasha.”
“Amna, Salaar will have to agree to this alliance. His choice ran away from the wedding and embarrassed us in front of everyone. Sasha is the best person for him.”
“Alright, if you can persuade him then I have no problem with Sasha getting married to Salaar today.”
With a look of determination, Abida went to the room where Salaar was sulking and regretting the moment when he pointed at Warda's picture in his Naseebo Phupho's album of suitable girls.
“Salaar, now you have only one choice left.” Abida told her son firmly.
Even before she could utter a word, Salaar already knew what she was about to say.
“Amma, I'm not going to marry your Sashu Gudiya.”
“Kamran ji...” Abida called her husband, who was sitting in a corner with his Naseebo Baaji.
“Yes?”
“What will happen to our company when this news will reach the investors?” Abida asked with a smirk.
“Umm... it shouldn't make any difference to them. But some of them might withdraw their investments if media made a controversy out of it.”
“And what's the solution?” Abida asked again.
“Salaar should anyhow get married today.”
Salaar rolled his eyes at his parents.
“Both of you, just stop talking nonsense. I don't care about investors leaving. I will not marry Sasha. That's my final decision.”
Naseebo Phupho decided to share her thoughts too, “Salaar, it will be nice if you marry that Sasha Meesni. Yeah, I'm not at all fond of her. But your mother adores her. She is also your sister's best friend. Marrying Sasha will make your life easier. No quarreling between wife and mother or wife and sister. Your life will be less problematic than other men.”
Naseebo Phupho's words did make sense to him. Before his Dadi died, his Dadi and Amma used to argue almost everyday. He didn't want that to happen again in his house.
“Okay, I will marry her.”
Abida had never imagined that out of all people, it will be Naseebo who would persuade Salaar to marry Sasha.
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After the Nikkah happened, Salaar and his family returned home with Sasha. Rukhsathi was done in haste. Sasha was still wearing that orange suit and had nothing with her other than a small handbag.
Hana took Sasha to Salaar's bedroom. Both of them were silent all the while. But as soon as they entered the room, Sasha and Hana shrieked in happiness.
“Sashu, finally you are my Bhabhi!”
“Hani, finally you are my Nanad!”
Both of them shared a tight hug. But Hana's hair tangled in Sasha's earring in the process.
“Ouch! Sasha, your earing got stuck in my hair.”
Sasha and Hana tried to free the hair from the earing but failed to do so. Ten minutes passed and they were still standing there like idiots.
Salaar entered the bedroom in a sour mood. But he ended up laughing at the scene. Sasha and Hana, as usual, were making a fool of themselves.
He shook his head at their ‘intelligence’ and pulled out the earing from Hana's hair in one swift motion. Sasha and Hana shrieked in pain. Hana's hair and Sasha's earing got pulled harshly in the process.
“Bhai!” Hana hit Salaar's arm.
Sasha too wanted to hit him but it was their wedding night so she forgave her ‘adorable’ husband.
“Get out of here quickly. ” Salaar ordered Hana.
“First give me money.” Hana demanded.
“Aren't you satisfied with your pocket money?” Salaar glared at his sister.
“Arey, it's a ritual. Give me the money, only then I will leave you both alone.”
“Alright, you can stay here. I'll sleep somewhere else.” And Salaar began walking away.
Sasha panicked and scolded Hana, “Hana, why are you annoying your brother? C'mon, get out of our bedroom. ” And Hana was pushed out of the bedroom by her best friend.
Salaar smirked, he knew Sasha will do that.
Now both of them were alone. Sasha's dirty mind was already playing the scene of their consummation in front of her eyes. As if Salaar will let that happen.
“You can wear something from my cupboard.” Saying so, Salaar pulled out his night clothes from the cupboard and dissappeared into the bathroom.
Sasha was left dumbfounded. She removed the little jewelry she was wearing and then undressed herself. She pulled on his pajama which was too big for her slim waist. But luckily it had a string around the waist so she tied the string to adjust it to her size. She was about to put on an oversized t-shirt but then an idea struck her mind.
“Let's give him a glimpse of what he is missing on,” She smirked at her own devilish idea and waited for him.
The door opened and Salaar exited the bathroom. The first thing he noticed was Sasha's red bra. Unknowingly, he stared at her chest for straight five seconds and only realized that when Sasha pulled on a white t-shirt. But that white t-shirt was doing nothing to hide the red bra underneath.
Salaar wanted to scold Sasha for intentionally showing him her bra-clad chest, but that brat will do that more often if he gave that kind of reaction. So Salaar stayed quiet and laid down on the bed.
Sasha smirked and laid down beside him. He won't be able to resist her for too long. Both of them knew that.
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