Beinteha

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Naina tere kajrare hai,
Naino pe hum dil haare hai
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-'☆

Raphael x Juliette

SHE CLOSES her eyes briefly, letting Mikayla, her friend's embrace envelope her body. She hugs her back, smiling.

The girl moves back, tears brimming her eyes. Juliette gently touches her cheeks, wiping the teardrops that roll down her flushed skin.

"Wish you a happy married life," says Juliette, earning herself a nod from her friend.

She didn't look happy after getting married. Surely, the man, her husband, wasn't the one she loved and even wanted to marry but destiny had its plans for them.

She moves to get into the car after meeting everyone and receiving blessings to start a new relationship with her husband.

Juliette looks at her friend, the way her face saddens when she gets into the car. She sighs, learning how hard it can be for a girl to leave her family to build someone else's house.

But she knows her husband will take care of her. He is a good man.

Not even realizing, a tear rolls down her left eye. She is as old as her friend, Mikayla, now. Is she also going to leave her people like this?

She doesn't let the thought bother her mind. She blinks her eyes, watching the car move away. It is then, a hand comes before her eyes, holding a white handkerchief.

She blinks those sparkle-dusted eyelids, weighed down by the tears hanging on the lashes. She looks at the person holding the handkerchief and no doubt, it is her childhood friend, Raphael.

"Take it, you look horrible," he says, signaling at her face through his dark eyes.

She presses her lips in discontent at what he said. She takes the handkerchief nonetheless and wipes away her tears. She feels glad that she didn't wear any mascara but only enhanced her eyelashes.

But still, how beautiful she looks, he can't help but muse, watching her tap the handkerchief lightly upon her smooth and delicate skin.

She then taps the handkerchief around her lips and looks at it, finding no traces of smudged lipstick. He watches her carefully as she puts the handkerchief to herself.

"I'll give it back to you after washing it," she replies, raising her eyes to look at him.

Dove eyes, he sighs, feeling as if an arrow was shot through his heart. He nods his head, stepping beside her.

"By the way, would you like to go out with me?" he asks, waving an arm to the car that moves away, having the couple inside.

He feels happy for his friend, Barak, that he got to marry the girl he likes. Is he also going to marry the girl he likes? He wishes it to happen very soon.

Juliette turns to look at him, raising a brow. What does he mean? "What have you planned?" she rather asks, moving her hands to him.

As her bangles jingle, they snatch his attention and he seems to lose himself in them, loving the gentle sound of them.

"A long drive," he shrugs. From the corner of his eye, he notices people moving to leave the place. Some begin to enter back the church.

He puts a hand on her back, above her hair to move themselves aside, leaving the way for the people.