DARK HORSE: REDEMPTION

Dark Horse : 4

Tasnim settled into the makeup chair, her eyes still puffy from the amount of tears she'd shed. The renowned makeup artist Antoinette began her magic, gently brushing away the remnants of Tasnim's emotional storm. The soothing strokes of Antoinette's brushes were a welcome relief, calming Tasnim's nerves.

Just hours before, Tasnim's world had seemed to shatter. But Shaheeda's comforting words had slowly pieced her back together, suppressing the sobs that had wracked her body. Now, as Antoinette worked her magic, Tasnim felt a small sense of peace settle in.

Tasnim surrendered to Antoinette's expertise, turning her face to the side and closing her eyes as the makeup artist's skilled hands guided her through the transformation. Soft murmurs of 'relax' and 'tilt your chin' filled the air as Antoinette worked her magic.

Two hours passed, Tasnim's breathing slowed, her tension melting away with each stroke. When Antoinette finally stepped back, Tasnim's eyes fluttered open, revealing a radiant new version of herself.

Shaheeda walked into the room, a sleek black dress bag draped over her arm, followed closely by Sultana and Antoinette. The makeup artist's short absence had been spent gathering Tasnim's closest friends, who now trailed behind, eager to help the bride prepare.

As they entered, their collective gaze fell upon Tasnim, and the room filled with gasps and admiring whispers. "Stunning," "Breathtaking," and "Gorgeous" mingled in the air, highlighted by squeals of delight.
Antoinette's skilled hands crafted a beautiful look for Tasnim. Smoky eyeshadow sprayed across her lids, which complimented her skin tone.

Her lips were painted a soft, neutral color, elegantly enhancing their natural shape without overpowering her features. The delicate color choice prevented her lips from appearing too pronounced, maintaining a flawless balance.

Tasnim's lashes were transformed with mild, volumizing false lashes, blending smoothly with her natural lashes.

Shaheeda gently helped Tasnim into the breathtaking nude and cream-colored gown, expertly crafted with intricate beading and delicate white flower appliques. The fitted, floor-sweeping design showcased Tasnim's slender figure, accentuating every curve.

The high-neckline framed her face, drawing attention to her radiant complexion and Antoinette's makeup. Long, flowing sleeves cascaded down her arms, the hem grazing her henna-painted fingers.

As Shaheeda secured the final tie on the corset, a collective "wow" echoed through the room. Antoinette and Tasnim's friends couldn't contain their admiration.

"Mashallah, Tasnim, you look beautiful," Shaheeda whispered, her eyes shining with sincerity. "You radiate elegance and beauty."

Tasnim's lips curved into a gentle smile as she thanked Shaheeda. Then, she settled into the chair, Antoinette's skilled hands wrapping a delicate turban around her head. The soft fabric, gotten from the gown's material , framed her face.

Antoinette carefully adjusted the turban, accentuating Tasnim's layered edges. Sultana, bursting with excitement, turned Tasnim around to face the mirror.

"Mashallah, you're looking so pretty" Sultana exclaimed. "Khalil won't be able to take his eyes off you!"

Shaheeda and Antoinette shared a warm chuckle at Sultana's playful teasing. Tasnim shot her cousin a gentle glare, shaking her head, as her gaze returned to the mirror,

Yes, she does look breathtaking, and from the outside she looked radiant, filled with life and joy. Underneath her stunning exterior, Tasnim's inner world was shattered. Despite the radiant smile and joyful demeanor, a heavy sorrow suffocated her. Anger and pain coursed through every fiber of her being, threatening to consume her.