Minha's Shahmeer

CHAPTER 35

Minha Ali
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The entire mansion was aglow with twinkling lights, casting a glow over the house and the stairs. The red and white rose flowers that adorned the mansion added an elegant touch to the already enchanting atmosphere. As I sat on the stage, surrounded by the same red and white rose flowers, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the beauty of the setup. The roses scattered along the pathway to the stage only added to the romantic ambiance of the garden.

Walking through the garden with Shahmeer, I felt as though I was in a fairy tale. The lanterns that adorned the trees cast a soft, warm light over the entire garden, creating a dreamy and romantic setting. Every detail of the garden was carefully thought out, from the intricate decorations to the beautiful set up that we walked through. It was moment that I knew I would cherish forever in my life.

The feeling of love and happiness that filled my heart as I walked through The garden with Shahmeer was indescribable. The beauty of the decorations and the magical atmosphere of the garden made me feel as though I was in a dream. It was a moment that I wish would never end, a moment that I would forever hold dear in my memories. As we walked hand in hand through the garden, surrounded by the twinkling lights and the fragrant scent of roses, I knew that this was a moment that I would never forget.

I often feel like happiness doesn't stay with me for long. I wonder how long this smile will remain on my face. Why am I always unlucky when it comes to being happy? Why does life feel this way? What have I done to deserve this fear of losing the happiness I feel with someone I have started to develop feelings for?

Will I ever receive the love I deserve without the constant fear of Shabbir taking it away from me?

He won't sit calmly if he knows that I'm married. He is a psycho, and I know him well. He will do whatever is in his power to try to get me. His behaviour is unpredictable and unsettling.

"Kya soch rahi ho?", Aiman asked as she sat beside me. I adjusted my dupatta while glancing at her.

"Kuch nahi, Mishi nahi aayi?", I asked, changing the topic as I didn't want to talk about Shabbir or any other issues bothering me.

"She is on her way. Keh rahi thi ke kuch zaroori kaam hai, woh nipta kar aayengi", she replied, playing with her bracelet.

What could be more important than my wedding? My mind is struggling to process all this---first Shabbir, now Mishi. Why do I feel like this "important work" is some how related to Shabbir?

"Yaar Minha, iss namune ka naam kya hai?", Aiman asked, making me look at her, then follow her gaze. It was Harris who was glaring at her, and I didn't know why.

"Harris, kyu kya hua?", I questioned, glancing between them. Harris was still glaring at her, while Aiman was blinking her eyes innocently with a smile.

"Umm, while coming, I bumped into him, which made his phone fall and break. I apologised, par aise ghur raha hai jaise mujhe kachcha chaba jaega", she whispered, holding the hem of her dupatta to shield her face from Harris's intense glare.

"Aiman, you broke his phone. Do you understand how important a phone is in today's world", I said dramatically, because right now, in this world, a phone is more crucial than anything else.

Life = phone; praan jaaye par phone naa jaaye. { better to lose your life than lose your phone }

"Don't be so dramatic; I didn't do it intentionally", she replied defensively, giving Harris a seductive smile as he narrowed his eyes at her.

I giggle at his expression; Aiman is such a tease, and I'm hundred percent sure that Harris will eventually fall foe her tactics and flirty demeanor.

The sound of light music and the chatter of the guests in the garden made me search for my family. They haven't arrived yet, but Shahmeer's business friends, colleagues, and partners are here, chatting with him while sipping soft drinks.