𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒✨

Chapter : 25🥀| Ijaab-E-Qubool

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❝I fell in love with you because you touched my heart so softly while everything around me was
hurtful and cruel...❞
-Marypoetry

Mehrish Hossain:

The day finally came. After this day, my life will change completely. I will step into life's most important stage. My Mehendi-stained hands are trembling and sweating.

Pacing back and forth in my room as well as torturing my lips with my teeth, I'm thinking about the drastic change that will happen in my life after a few hours. I was upset by Mr.Khan's words that he said that day, but now this overwhelming feeling is getting stronger each second.

I spent 23 years of my life with my Mumma and Baba. Now I will be far away from them. How Will I live without them? I never stayed out or had a sleepover with Laiba and Ayza at their house always they used to come to our house.

I'll miss them a lot, this thought is blurring my eyes with tears.

How will I sleep without my bed my pillow? I cannot sleep anywhere else other than my soft bed and my pillow.

Ya Allah

I'll miss them too.

I don't know, if his bed is not as soft as mine then I'll replace his bed with mine. The reality is hitting me on my wedding day.

Great.

Being a girl is not easy at all.

Uff.

Sshhh Mehr calm down.

Breath in.

Breath out.

Breath in.

Breath out.

"Mehr, aren’t you ready yet? We have to leave for the beauty parlor," she said entering my room. "Api I am feeling nervous," I said looking at her with teary eyes.

"Areh, Areh, Areh, Mehr look at me, don't cry, It's natural to feel nervous relax, remember the words Mumma said to you yesterday! Relax!" she reassured me and hugged me tightly.

"Alright, let's go, or we'll be late. And don't worry, today is your day to shine, And MashAllah your Mehendi stain has came out so dark," she said chuckling and giving my back a reassuring pat. Her words of encouragement calmed me, and I quickly got ready and we left the house.

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Aarish Yazeed Khan :

I stand before the mirror, dressed in my sherwani, staring at my reflection. Today is my Nikkah, and I’m not sure what to feel. Soon, she will be mine. I pull out my favorite Rolex from my collection, lost in thoughts about how my life will be completely different in just a few hours. My eyes drift around the room, realizing that she’ll be here soon—she’ll stay here. This will no longer just be my space; it will be our space. I jerked my thoughts away and sprayed some perfume on me then headed out downstairs.

"MashAllah," I heard my cousin's voice in unison as I stepped into the living room. And suddenly Zuni started singing, "Chote chote bhaiyo ke bare bhaiya,... Aaj banenge kisike Saiyaa~" making everyone chuckle and my lips twitched hearing her but soon I masked up my expression into the stern.

This girl!

Dad and Mom approached me. Dad hugged me and said "Aarish you're my son now you're going to be a husband and it's my responsibility to say to you that Mehrish is someone else's daughter she is leaving her family to be with you and now she is a part of our family, now she is my daughter! And I won't like to see any tears in my daughter's eyes because of you, did you get it?" he said softly yet the seriousness in his eyes was evident. I just nodded in response. Then Mom hugged me muttering a "MashAllah". Then my cousins never-ending teasing started making my mood spoil all over again. We all left for the marriage hall in our respective Cars.