Jaan-e-Azlan❤

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Finally, the most awaited day arrived for everyone at Khan Villa – the day of Azlan and Mantasha's nikah ceremony. The villa buzzed with excitement as guests filled every corner, and family members rushed around to ensure everything was perfect. It was a beautiful chaos, the kind that made every moment feel alive.

Everyone was focused on making sure that Mantasha had the best day possible. They knew her well enough to understand how easily she could be upset if things didn't go as planned, and today, more than ever, they wanted her to feel special.

In her room, Mantasha sat in front of a large mirror, her heart racing. The makeup artist carefully applied the final touches, while her cousins fussed over her jewelry and dupatta, making sure everything was in place. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but her nerves only seemed to increase with every passing minute.

Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door. It was Shahmeer, who peeked inside with a grin. "Are you ready, Bhabhi?" he asked playfully.

Mantasha turned to him, unable to hide her nervousness. "Do I look okay?" she asked, biting her lip, ignoring his remark. 

Shahmeer laughed. "You look perfect. More than perfect. Azlan bhai won't be able to take his eyes off you."

Her cheeks flushed a deep red. "Stop teasing me!" she muttered, but there was a small smile playing on her lips. It was clear how nervous she was by the way her hands were shaking and the sweat on her forehead. 

Meanwhile, Azlan stood in his room, adjusting his sherwani, his heart beating with excitement. Izhaan entered, watching him with an amused expression. "You look like you're about to faint," he joked.

Azlan smirked. "I'm just...nervous, you know? It's a big day."

"You've waited for this day your whole life," Izhaan said, patting his shoulder. "And now, it's finally here." Azlan looked at him wide-eyed. 

"What bro?? I knew from start by the look in your eyes whenever you see her." Izhan said and Azlan nodded, a soft smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, you are right."

As the nikah ceremony drew closer, the elders gathered in the main hall, making sure everything was set. The women fussed over the floral arrangements, ensuring that the fragrance of fresh roses filled the air, while the men arranged the seating.

As Mantasha stepped out of her room, her heart raced with every step she took. Her Tayi Ammi, was right beside her, holding her hand gently. There was a warm, reassuring smile on her face, one that Mantasha had seen countless times over the years. Today, though, it felt different – it was filled with pride, love, and something deeper, as if she was handing over a precious part of herself to Mantasha.

"Mera bacha, you look like a queen today," Tayi Ammi whispered, adjusting the edge of Mantasha's heavily embroidered dupatta. "I want you to know something before you step out there."

Mantasha looked at her with wide, anxious eyes. "G, Tayi Ammi?"

"Azlan," she began, her voice soft but firm, "is the best man for you, I always used to think that, not just because he's my son. He's the best for you because of the way he loves you. The way he looks at you, as if...as if, you're the center of his world. There's a light in his eyes when he talks about you. And that light is something even I, as his mother, have never seen before."

A lump formed in Mantasha's throat, and tears threatened to spill over. "I'm just nervous," she admitted in a whisper.

Tayi Ammi cupped her face, her touch warm and soothing. "It's ok. It's natural to feel so. You are marrying a man who will treasure you, who will make sure that every day of your life is filled with happiness. He's been waiting for this day for so long, and now, it's finally here.. Just relax aur enjoy kro. Allah tum dono ko hmesha khush rkhy. Ameen."