Rebellious Spouse

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Faizan
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As our family arrived at the venue, there was a buzz of excitement in the air. The managers greeted us warmly, ushering us into the garden where the engagement ceremony was to take place. The setting was enchanting, with blooming flowers and lush greenery all around, creating a serene and romantic atmosphere.

In the center of the garden, a transparent tent stood tall, its fluttering fabric catching the sunlight and casting a soft, ethereal glow over the surroundings.

The round tables were adored with black tablecloths, table runners with silver accents for centerpieces and table settings. This contrast stood out beautifully against the transparent tent. Against the wall of the tent stood couches covered with black cover which white sashes.

The white flowers with a touch of greenary looked classic, resting within black vases.

Soft, warm lighting such as string lights in black wire added a magical ambiance. Black and white lanterns, floral garlands hanging from the ceiling added depth and texture.

Black charger plates, napkins, and cutlery, transparent glassware which maintained the see-through effect of the tent.

I must appreciate our mothers for their excellent job of blending elements with the transparent backdrop which gave a sophisticated look and memorable ambiance.

The guests had started arriving as my parents welcomed them with warm smiles and heartfelt greetings. They mingled around, chatting and laughing, their faces lit up with joy and anticipation for the special occasion.

I welcome some of my closest friends, leading them to settle around before I was summoned to greeted my extended family with hugs and sweet words. Grandparents from both sides were no more and their absence created a void in my heart. Although, they were strict and conservative but they didn't fail to shower us with love.

"Aunt", I smiled at the lady who was my father's only elder sister.
"Faizan, my boy", she pulled me down to press a affectionate kiss on my forehead as she patted my shoulder in glee.
"I am so happy for you", she grinned caressing my face, her eyes sparkling under the wam glow of the lanterns.
"Thank you, aunt",

"You didn't attend Naim and Noor's call?", she chuckled at my displeased huff.
"Of course, what were they expecting, I would be happy about their absence on my important day", I scoffed playfully.

She laughed at our bickering, I always shared a special bond with my cousin brother and sister-in-law, that was also one of the reasons my stay at foreign land was bearable.
"Give a earful from my side too, that boy rarely visits", she huffed.
"Oh! I definitely will",

"Faizan", my uncle called as we hugged in greeting, we exchanged few words before I joined my friends.

"You look great, brother", came a compliment from my friends as I offered a smile, "Thank you",
"Help yourself with the food, well I don't have to say that but still a formality should be done", my friends laughed as I moved around greeting my other extended families.

Mom had forced me to wear a overly exaggerated outfit, at least according to me. I always loved simple, unique yet sophisticated look but seemed like it wasn't my family's choice of fashion.

It featured a high neck with a stand-up collar, also known as bandh gala, the sherwani was long, extending below the knees, perfectly tailored for my silhouette, adored with heavy embroidery all over.

The kurta was asymmetrical where the hemline was diagonal, creating a modern and dynamic visual effect, paired with churidar, (fitted trousers worn underneath the sherwani and kurta).