Beyond the veil of Love : A Tale Of Healing & Timeless Love.

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Ruwaziya.

A week had passed since that fateful day, and today was the day of the mehendi ceremony.

I stood in the dimly lit room, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the festivities, a maelstrom of emotions swirled within me. The reality of my upcoming marriage to Saad Sheikh, a renowned cricketer, had settled into my mind.

As the mehendi artist began tracing intricate designs on my palms and fingers, I couldn't help but feel a whirlwind of nerves and uncertainty.

She skillfully applies the intricate patterns on my skin, my mind drifts off to thoughts of Saad Sheikh. I can't help but grapple with the realization that I am soon to be married to a famous cricketer.

I think back to all the articles and social media profiles I looked at a week ago. I recall the countless photos and videos showcasing his charisma on the field, his powerful presence, and his devoted fanbase. It's still surreal to me that someone like him will be my husband in just a few days.

Its both intimidating and disconnecting.

My thoughts drifted to my stepmom and the abuse I had endured. My mind couldn't help but wonder what kind of man Saad was, and if he would exhibit the same abusive behavior as my stepmom. The idea of stepping into another toxic relationship sent a shiver down my spine, and somehow I silently hoped that he'd be different.

The mehendi artist's voice broke through my thoughts, pulling my attention back to the present. "What's the name of the groom, Ma'am?" she asked, preparing to write his name in the intricate design on my hands. I hesitated for a moment, my heart skipping a beat as I said the name aloud. "Saad," I answered, my voice laced with a mixture of resignation and trepidation.

His name leaves my lips and a sudden movement caught my eye and I looked up to see him and his family walking into the hall. My heart skipped a beat as I saw him, and a mix of emotions washed over me - curiosity, nervousness, and also a hint of something else that I couldn't quite identify. He stood there, his presence commanding and authoritative.

He stood there in a beige kurta, my eyes drank in his appearance. The way the fabric hugged his frame, accentuating his broad shoulders and muscular build, was captivating. The soft, earthy color contrasted beautifully with his dark hair and brown eyes, making him look handsome. I found myself unable to tear my gaze away, admiring how effortlessly regal and powerful he looked in that simple yet elegant outfit.

I was wearing a beige lehenga, looks like we're twinning.

Our eyes connected and I quickly realized that he had noticed my staring. A slight flush crept over my cheeks, and my inner voice taunted me. "Great, now he knows I was blatantly ogling him," I thought to myself, mentally scolding myself for being so unabashedly obvious. I quickly averted my gaze, trying to compose myself before he could see my embarrassment.

I saw Amra walking into the hall, her face marred with a mixture of anger and frustration. She spotted me and quickly made her way towards me, her jaw set in a tense line. It was clear that something was bothering her.

Amra's voice broke the momentary silence, her tone laced with irritation. "What's that Ahad doing here?" she asked, her eyes darting towards the group of men standing nearby. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, not understanding who she was referring to. "Ahad?" I questioned, turning to her for clarification.

Amra gestured towards the group of men, and I followed her gaze to a tall, handsome man standing next to Saad. He had a strong presence and was composed with a confident demeanor, and it was clear from the way he stood next to Saad that they were close. "Him," Amra said, pointing in his direction.