Rebellious Spouse

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Amirah
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Bhabi led me to the living area, which had been beautifully redecorated for the Nikkah. The familiar space had been transformed into a serene setting, with soft, golden light filtering through the draped fabric above.

As I descended the stairs, my eyes flickered upwards to the faces of our relatives, who sat patiently, their eyes warm with anticipation. The atmosphere was filled with quiet excitement, every detail finely crafted for this special moment.

I searched the room, to catch a glimpse of my man, but he was seated on the other side of the flower partition, hidden from view. The thought of him waiting just beyond the delicate veil of flowers made my heart flutter with a mix of nervousness and happiness.

After the ceremony, we would be led to the stage in the garden, where, more beautiful decorations awaited, and our union would be celebrated.

The decorations in our living room was an elegant, golden soft-lit setting with a draped ceiling and a backdrop adorned with cascading floral arrangements and hanging strings of flowers. The space was designed with low seating, plush cushions, and intricate lattice furniture. The overall aesthetic was romantic and opulent, enhanced by the warm lighting and the detailed floral work.

I had settled on the empty seat on one side of the partition. Bhabi fixed my outfit around my feet, to look more elegant and appealing.

The Qazi, an elderly man responsibile to carry the rituals, entered the room and took his seat at the front. His voice, deep and firm as he began the proceedings. He started with recitation of verses from the Quran, invoking blessings and guidance for us as we embarked on our journey together.

The Qazi explained the importance and details of the Mehr, the obligatory gift from the groom to the bride. Faizan had chosen to offer a really generous amount, symbolizing his commitment and respect for me. The details were shared with both parties and my family nodded in agreement, satisfied with the arrangements.

My head was slightly bowed, hands trembling slightly as I clutched on the delicate cloth of my handkerchief, heart racing in anticipation.

The Qazi turned towards me, asking if I accept Faizan Sheikh, son of Hashim Sheikh, upon the agreed mehr, as my husband according to the Islamic law and custom.

My heart fluttered, for a moment, time seemed to stand still as I took a deep breath,
"Qubool hai (I accept)", I responed, voice soft yet confident. The words brought a wave of emotions to everyone present in the room.

The Qazi then addressed Faizan, asking him if he accepted me as his wife according to the Islamic law and customs.

Faizan, clearly responed,
"Qubool hai (I accept)", his voice was steady filled with unexplainable emotions. His words echoed in the room, a declaration that carried both love and responsibility.

With the acceptance of the Nikkah by both of us, the Qazi then presented the Nikkah Nama (marriage contract) to be signed.

I signed first, my hand steady as I penned my name on the sacred document. The Nikkah Nama was then taken to Faizan, who signed his name firmly, sealing our union.

Witnesses from both families stepped forward, that being Yusuf and one of my cousin brother. For Faizan it was Naim and Munawar. They added their signatures to the document, making the marriage official in the eyes of both Allah and the community.

Then, Qazi raised his hands in supplication, leading a heartfelt Dua (prayer) for our happiness, prosperity, and eternal companionship. Everyone in the room joined in, their hands raised, their hearts united in the prayer for our union.