This anecdote is about the ones living among us yet, people different from us. The ones who see and live their lives in a different way. What life we desire to live, the things we are fond of and the satisfaction that we are running after is the lea...
All the arrangements were done by the Afzal's and the Alams were ready with all the jewels they were going to give to their daughter in law as Halal dowry. The groom and bride were getting ready, everything was perfect, enthusiastic and fun. The hall was booked by the Captain of the agency. He booked the best hall in the city. It was nothing for him as the headquarters are in charge of the handling of the functions. The Imam (the person who asks the vows to the bride and groom)was already there. He was sitting in between two large chairs on the stage. The captain was already there, talking to Mr. Usman about everything. There were more and more guests coming. Half of them were agents disguised as the bride's relatives. The other half were the groom's relatives. After a while, Fazal had settled down on one of the sofas on the stage.
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He was waiting for his bride. He never wanted the moment to end. His smile was the brightest today. He looked more fresh than ever. He was breathing till she stepped inside the hall.
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His eyebrows raised and he stood up. "Allah." Was his only whisper. She was smiling beautifully, receiving compliments. She quietly stepped onto the stage and sat down on the other sofa. Huda was as usual, stepping in after her. She was looking for Arshad. Who was busy staring at the scene in great sorrow like someone just killed all of his loved ones. She came to him, running.
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