"Amna Suleman Farooqi Wald Muhammad Suleman Farooqi, Kya AP ko, Haq Mehr 50,00,000, Muhammad Azlaan Farooqi Wald Muhammad Hassan Farooqi Apne nikkah mein Qabool hain?"
[ Amna Suleman Farooqi the daughter of Muhammad Suleman Farooqi, do you take/accept, Dower/right of bride of 50,00,000, Muhammad Azlaan Farooqi the son of Muhammad Hassan Farooqi in your nikkah? ]
"Qabool hai."
[ I accept. ]
"Amna Suleman Farooqi Wald Muhammad Suleman Farooqi, Kya AP ko, Muhammad Azlaan Farooqi Wald Muhammad Hassan Farooqi Apne nikkah mein Qabool hain?"
[ Amna Suleman Farooqi the daughter of Muhammad Suleman Farooqi, do you take/accept, Dower/right of bride of 50,00,000, Muhammad Azlaan Farooqi the son of Muhammad Hassan Farooqi in your nikkah? ]
"Qabool hai."
[ I accept. ]
The question was asked again...
"Qabool hai."
[ I accept. ]
"Alhamdulillah, Subhan Allah, Ma Sha Allah..." Everyone muttered.
"Dua..." The Qari Sahab said and everyone raised their hands to make Dua.
( Azlaan has already been asked the questions. )
The fate was sealed, they were together, they were bound, they were tied together. There was no going back.
After Dua, Azlaan slowly stood up and crossed the curtain between them. The hall fell silent as he reached her.
He gulped. He was never the type to be anxious of nervous yet here he was. Reaching forward, he slowly helped her stand up, and his hand moved to lift her veil, his heart thumping inside his chest as if trying to break free from those ice walls. His heart was burning.
The sight of her...
"Ma Sha Allah..." A whisper escaped his lips. Why did she look even better than earlier when she was supposed to be that asshole's bride? Probably because she was now his wife.
But, the tears in her eyes. A soft exhale escaped his lips before he slowly cupped her face.
"Amna... Ro Lena jitna Rona hai magar, Yahan Nahin. Main Nahin Chahta ke koi meri begum ko kamzor aur chote dil wali samjhe. Main Chahta hun ke wo tumhe, as Doctor Amna Azlaan Farooqi ya Agar tum chaho to tum apna surname na change karo. It depends on you magar, main Chahta hun ke Sare meri begum ko, aik mazboot aurat, someone who can stand her ground and never differ."
[ Amna... Cry as much as you want but, not here. I don't like that others see my wife as weak and small-hearted. I want them to see you as Doctor Amna Azlaan Farooqi or if you want, you can keep your surname. It depends on you, but I want everyone to see my wife as a strong woman who can stand her ground and never differ. ]
His voice was a low whisper, only meant to be heard by her as he gently wiped off her tears and kissed her forehead. Later as they pulled away, she was handed a napkin by Eman. Thanking her, she wipes off the tears.
The ceremony continued with a few pictures, chit-chats, and food as the groom and bride sat on the sofa at a slightly high stage. They didn't even say a word to each other the whole time.
The ceremony soon came to an end and all the guests started leaving. Amna was escorted back to her room with Maryam who wanted to help Amna and talk to her but as they reached the door, Amna let go of her hand and faced her.
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