Brutal yet severely charming man Shahmeer Jafri. The owner of a chain of the best luxury hotels in the world.
The definition of perfection in a human. Sweet mouthed and loyal girl Mahnoor Ali had the life of normal 27 year old. Or so she thought...
I was all ready and I had to admit, I'd never looked more beautiful than I have in this week.
My dress was golden and olive green and my makeup was a soft glam and showed my natural features.
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After the dress I wore yesterday, this felt so much lighter. The stylists had left and I didn't invite Meerab for her betterment, so I was alone. I was sat in front of the mirror and the jewels sparkled in the light.
It's funny how quickly life can change right? A week ago, I was a normal girl who went to college and had a craze over romance books. And today, I was a wife. To a ruthless man. Everything was happening so quickly. And the things that had happened in the past few days were more overwhelming than ever before. Shahmeer. Shahmeer's dad. Rohail.
I pulled my legs up on the chair and hugged them from over the huge layers and petticoats. I missed my mum so much. If she was here, she wouldn't have let me be in this state ever.
"Mama, why did you have to leave? If death took you, why didn't it take me too?"
A tear slipped from my eye. I held the others back, that were dying to come out. I calmed down my breathing and looked back at the mirror. I quickly used a tissue to dab away the tears. Luckily, my makeup was waterproof. After I was satisfied, I slipped my phone into the pocket in the dress which I had discovered mere moments before the stylists had gone and looked back in the mirror.
"You're on your own kid. You can face this. You're on your own kid. You always have been."
*knock on the door*
I immediately jumped. I don't have good memories in this room. I kept quiet just incase Rohail was outside and he would think no one's inside and leave.
"Mahnoor, it's me. Open up." It was his voice. Gentle but commanding.
"Why did you take so long to open the door?"
"Uh, I was in the bathroom, making sure I hadn't left anything."
"It's my hotel. No one dares to steal any left items."
"Of course."
"The guests are waiting."
I linked my arm in his as we walked to the hall. He seemed a little off today. Maybe I was paranoid, but something wasn't right. He looked stressed. Something in his body language. I ignored it, thinking it was just my imaginations.
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Cameras flashed everywhere as I clutched onto Shahmeer's bicep more and more tighter.
"They wouldn't dare." He clearly realised my grip getting tighter.
Music played in the background as guests filmed us walking to the stage. I was scared I was going to trip on the dress, sneeze, bump into something or step on my dress and stumble in front of everyone. There were over 500 people and right now all the attention was on us. That certainly didn't help.
It humoured me how everyone here thought we were in love. But in reality, it's just imprisonment for me. I tried to look on the bright side. I wouldn't have to go to college, I could go to nice restaurants whenever I wanted, I could go on expensive holidays. But I had to let go of my dream job, but it's not like my dad was going to let me. And I couldn't be a mum. How fun is that?
I know my dad chose Shahmeer for a reason. It has to do something with money. My dad wouldn't do something that didn't benefit him. I was going to try to make this wedding last and prove to my dad that I'm worthy of something. He thinks I can't survive a relationship because I'm 'difficult' or I'm 'childish'. But not this time. Just because he can't, doesn't mean I can't either.
"Sit." I was so lost in my thoughts, I hadn't realised we'd reached the stage and he was waiting for me to sit. I quickly but elegantly sat down and a few girls came to fix my dress. I took a moment to look around the hall and see how it was set up. It looked so pretty. It was an enchanting blend of green and gold, creating an atmosphere of natural elegance. Emerald green table runners cascaded down long banquet tables adorned with gilded candelabras and lush foliage centerpieces, interspersed with gold-dusted roses. Twinkling fairy lights and golden lanterns illuminated the venue, casting a warm, magical glow in the room.
It was everything I'd ever dreamed of in my wedding. I just wanted to change the husband. I sometimes wish I could get married without the man. It would've been so much easier. But that wasn't a choice. I just told myself that maybe this was for the better. Maybe I'd get something good out of this. Maybe God has planned something good for me. Right now, nothing came to view. Just a monster hidden by an angelic face. I looked at him from the side. His side profile was perfect. The sharpest jawline, perfect lips, straightest nose, good posture and a good sense in fashion. At least I could trust him to get me clothes in the future. If he ever did.
People turned to each other and got occupied in their conversations. Loads came and formed a line to congratulate us and take pictures. I tried my best to put on a smile and make it believeable since I noticed that Shahmeer barely smiles.
"Oh my God! Hi Shahmeer, how are you? You look so handsome." She touched his shoulder as she spoke.
"Could we please get a picture?"
It was this girl, probably my age or a year older. The way she spoke seemed like she knew him. No one calls him 'Shahmeer' except Farjaad. Now that I think about it, where is he?
"It's Mr Jafri." Nevermind, seems like she likes him but he doesn't like her back.
"Well, could I pleaseee get a photo?" She looked at him with a pout. What the Hell? Can she not see I'm right here? I don't even care if he hangs out with her but come on, it's simple respect.
"Sure." She clearly didn't want me in the photo so I turned to face the hall, searching for Farjaad. I was scanning the room looking for him, when a well-known arm grabbed my waist pulling me into them. Shahmeer.
"You aren't in the frame, love." He looked in my eyes but I broke the eye contact by looking at the girl's phone, only to see her eyeing me in the camera. Gosh. I just smiled and waited till she clicked the photo. I noticed that Shahmeer wrapped his arm in a way it would show at the front, so that in the picture it was clear he was holding me. Or maybe I was being delusional.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
Told you I'd start updating more! This was a long but short chapter for me. Don't ask me how it works.
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