Behind The Nikkah

42.

Author's POV.

Eman pouted sadly while looking down at her lap.

It was 8pm right now and she had not seen Saad since the last night.

She heard that he had gone to office from Amna but even after he had returned, she didn't see him at all because she had gone to the salon and he got busy with the work around the house.

She even came to the farmhouse, the venue where Mubashir's mehndi will take place, with her father.

She never thought she'd yearn for him this much, just after three days of them moving in together but here she was.

She was craving to see Saad's face, to see his smile, to hear his voice, to just have him near her.

She looked at the plate Infront of her with a sulky face but out of nowhere, she saw a gajra on it.

She looked up at the person who just put it there and pouted, looking
away as she saw the culprit.

He waited for her to wear the gajra but she didn't even touch it. He rolled his eyes playfully and sat down on the chair next to her.

"Arree...pehno na." He picked up the gajra and also her right hand.

She looked at him with a grumpy face as he made her wear the gajra.

"Mujhe maroon colour ka Lena hai." She said coldly.

"Maroon colour ka phool to hota hi nahi hai." He replied.

"Is mein to bohot phool hain na jese? Adhe to ghayab hain." She said with a blank stare.

"Raste mein gir gaye the na." He replied, leaving her hand as he was done making her wear the gajra.

"Ye kab aayen ge larki wale?" Eman changed the topic.

"Pata nahi. Chachu call kar to rahe the."  Saad replied taking a deep breath.

Saad's eyes drooped, weighed down by the cumulative fatigue of a chaotic day. After a packed morning at the office, he had rushed home around 3 pm to dive into preparations for Mubashirs mehndi ceremony.

Since then, he had been running non-stop – helping with last-minute errands, managing household chores, picking up relatives from the airport and bus stations, and ensuring everything was perfect for the evening's celebration. The five-hour whirlwind had left him drained.

Now, at 8 pm, Saad's exhaustion caught up with him. His body craved rest, but his sense of responsibility kept him going.

He leaned back on the chair and his eyes roamed the whole room

But his gaze darkened in anger as it suddenly fell on Amna.

She was dancing on the stage with others and that was not the only thing bothering him.

She was wearing a backless lehnga as well.

He had warned Amna not to do that but she never listens to him at all because she knows Amir and Bilal would always have her back.

Eman followed his gaze and she pouted in jealousy, "Mene bhi dance karna haii." She said in a sulky tone.

Saad's gaze snapped to her and he passed a stern glare her way but seeing her pouting and sulking like a kid melted his heart.

"Jao karlo." He replied, daring her to do that.

"Lekin mujhe ata hi nahi hai." She said.

He chuckled.

"To aisi bat keliye kiyon udas ho jis ke bare mein tum kuch kar hi nahi Sakti?" He replied.

"Kiyonke..." She spoke confidently but couldn't find any words to complete the sentence.