𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑹 𝑶𝑭 𝑬𝑮𝑶

14.𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐧𝐝𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐞𝐭

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The Next Day

SAIRA'S POV

I was sitting in the lawn area with my cousins and siblings, having fun while drying the mehndi I applied during the ceremony. The whole afternoon was a blast, especially since that bagad billa wasn't here.

Azlan Bhai was feeding me food as I was very hungry.well Sometimes, when my mood used to be off, or i don't feel like eating, any  family member of mine  would feed me with their hands just like now bhai was feeding.

I was wearing a green lehenga that was very heavy—urgh! But to be honest, it looked very good on me.

Azlan Bhai chuckled as he handed me another morsel. "Now I am feeding you, but who will feed you like this in your new house?"

I rolled my eyes but before I could say anything, my sister, the all-time dramebaaz, piped up. "Bhai, Ariz Bhai is there, right? He will be the one feeding her every day with his own hands, right, Di?"

I frowned and muttered, "Khane ki jagah zahar na khila de wo mujhe ba—"

Ryan Bhai, sitting beside me, cut me off with a glare. He leaned in and whispered, "Control, Saira. Everyone is sitting here."

I shrugged my shoulders in return and glanced around at my family.

Sometime later, I went to my room to change for the sangeet. The food had made me sleepy, but there was no time to rest. I slipped out of my green lehenga and into a more designer golden dress for the sangeet.

Just as I finished, my cousin and a makeup artist walked in. I had already told Mummy I didn't want a MUA, but who listens to me? I sighed. "Meri sunta kaun hai," I mumbled to myself as they set up their equipment.

I don't like makeup much, but seeing my mom's hopeful eyes, I couldn't protest. They did my makeup and hairstyle while I sat there, fidgeting slightly, but they were quick and efficient.

Finally, we were ready to leave for the venue. As I looked in the mirror, a small smile crept onto my face. I was looking more gorgeous and elegant in this dress and the makeup was also not much and honestly, I liked it. 

Despite everything, I knew this was all for my family, and their happiness was what mattered most.

We arrived at the venue, and of course, there was a grand welcome for the bride—me.

As I moved towards Asal, I could clearly see the uninterested expression on my husband's face. I sat beside him and greeted him, to which he replied back just as disinterestedly.

We sat at our places, and at that very moment, Hania, aariz's family friend, was walking through the crowd, carefully balancing a thal of rose petals.

Her eyes were fixed on the petals to prevent any spillage. Unfortunately, she didn't notice a low-lying decoration in her path.

She tripped, and the thal flew from her hands, scattering rose petals everywhere. As Hania was about to fall, Hamza, standing nearby, lunged forward and caught her just in time.

His strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to steady her, while the rose petals gently fell upon them.

I couldn't help but admire the scene unfolding before me. "How romantic," I said, my voice tinged with a bit of wistfulness.

He leaned closer, whispering in my ear, "Do you want me to do some more romantic stuff than this, hmm?"

I glared at him, narrowing my eyes in mock irritation. "Why are you becoming anti-romantic to romantic these days, hnn?"