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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑𝟒

ARZO

Getting ready to be a bride is sometimes boring.

The process of becoming a bride, to be specific.

You have to sit in a chair for hours while people do your makeup and you have to make sure you’re still or else you’d ruin your makeup. I had to second guess if I should sneeze or not.

I ended up not sneezing.

I should’ve brought my sketchbook.

I open my phone and click on a chat.

Me
I’m soo borrrrredddd

The reply comes in an instant.

Faizan
I’ll come pick you up

I let out a small chuckle.

Me
You can’t do that. I’m in the middle of becoming beautiful

Faizan
You are beautiful, amar.

My cheeks heat up and my lips form a smile.

Me
You’re so charming

Faizan
Only to you

Me
What are you doing?

Faizan
Listening to Farhan’s nonsense

Me
Farhan’s there?

Faizan
Uninvited.
Came here to give me tips how to be a good husband

I chuckle.

Me
You should listen. I want a good husband.

Faizan
Okay.

“Miss, you have to lift your head a little.” the woman tells me.

I gesture at her to give me one second and quickly type.

Me
I have to go back to being bored. See you after a while! Allah Hafiz!

Faizan
Allah Hafiz, amar.

ᯓᡣ𐭩

“Miss, your husband is here to pick you up.”

I get up from my seat, making sure my lehenga doesn’t get stuck anywhere.

“Thank you so much,” I type out to them and they return a smile. We say our goodbye and I exit the room.

The guard opens the front door and I step out, spotting Faizan standing by his car, dressed in grey pants and coat with a white dress shirt underneath and dark tie on his collar.

The shade of his suit color matches with my silver lehenga and silk shirt, both adorned with beautiful silver embroidery.

He comes forward and holds my hand, placing a kiss on my cheek making me smile.

“You look beautiful, amar.”

He holds the door to the backseat as I get in. He shuts the door after making sure my dress doesn’t get caught in it then rounds the car to get in the backseat.

I sign him to greet Shariq- the driver- for me.

“Shariq, Arzo says Salam to you.”

The middle aged man gives me a warm smile through the rear view mirror as he says, “Wale Kum Assalam, Ms Arzo.”

I smile and sit back. Faizan interlocks his hand with mine as the car starts to move.

It doesn’t take long for us to reach the venue. Api and Zahid bhai meets us outside before we go inside.

Unlike at the rukhsati, Faizan and I enter together this time with my arm wrapped around his bicep.

Our family and friends smile at us as we make our way towards the stage and the photographer takes pictures of our entrance.

After we take our seat on the stage, everyone starts coming to greet us and to take pictures.

But this time, it’s only family and a few of our friends.

“Bhabhi, I have a complaint about your husband.” Farhan says.

He, Jack, Finn and Ryan came to the stage to congratulate us since they couldn’t at the rukhsati. Ryan and Jack’s sister- Bree- and her friend Rose are also on the stage.

I frown at Farhan.

“He ignored my texts. In fact, he left me on seen. My feelings are hurt.”

“I don’t care.” Faizan says.

Farhan dramatically gasps, clutching his heart, “can you hear the sound of my heart breaking?”

“How dare you hurt our friend, Faizan?” Jack asks, dramatically.

“That man raised you!” Finn adds- dramatically.

“Nice play.” Faizan says, “two out of five stars.”

“You little-”

The girls burst into a fit of laughter and I join them, laughing lightly.

“At least he listened to me earlier when I came over.” Farhan says.

“Only because she told me to.” Faizan replies.

I frown at him.

“You told me to listen to his tips because you want a good husband.”

My lips part at his statement while the girls make an “aww” sound.

Is he..

“You are a good husband.” I sign, “I didn’t mean you weren’t a good husband. I was just saying that you should listen to his tips.. Like.. you know- you are a good husband!”

He chuckles softly, “okay, I believe you, amar-”

“What the hell was that?” Jack says.

We turn to him to find Finn, Jack and Farhan staring at Faizan as if they’ve seen a ghost.

“What?” Faizan asks.

“Your face did something.” Finn says.

“What was that?” Farhan asks.

“He smiled, idiots.” Ryan says.

Their eyes widen and they take a step back, “Oh my God, who are you?”

I look at Faizan, he stares at them blankly then says, “get off the stage.”

I chuckle and hug his arm while the guys continue to be shocked by the fact that he smiled. Even though it was a tiny bit. It was there.

And it is always beautiful.