Arranged Marriage to Hussain Asif #Wattys2017 [Completed ✔️]

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Zuhra's POV
I woke to my alarm blaring but this time round my mother was barging into the room shouting like she was being murdered.

"ZUHRA WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING ASLEEP THE GUESTS ARE GOING TO ARRIVE IN TWO HOURS." She screeched before yanking my soft duvet off of me.

I whined before i got up from my bed and headed slowly to the bathroom.

"Woke up late and you still want to walk like you are taking a stroll at the park." My mother scolded me, throwing my socks at me.

"Hold on to your dignity woman."

"This has got nothing to do with Dignity. Wallah, did you even study in school."

"I just thought it was a good moment to say it."

"Stop talking start working." My mother said as she finally left the room

//

After i was done with everything, Two girls came including Angeza came into my room, mentioning that there were going to Prepare for the function.

One of them started doing henna and the other started putting on my makeup.

I felt so famous, like am actress. Haha what a joke.

Anyways, After about one hour they were finally done and my henna could actually be washed off in thirty minutes.

I have not worn my dress yet which could be a good thing cause i cannot risk getting henna on my beloved dress.

After thirty minutes of bantering with my mother and Angeza I finally got to wash off all the Henna. Fun fact, I hate the smell of henna like oh my god, no. You should be able to know how happy i was when i could wash it off now.

I hurriedly wore my dress, only if i had woken up earlier, i wondered before Angeza zipped up my dress.

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Finally we were both done and I could actually hear the crowd at living room of my house. The mehandi function was happening at my house and everyone has already arrived.

"Angeza make sure my Hijab is tight, i don't want it to fall off and cause a wardrobe malfunction in the middle of hundred people."

"Stop over exaggerating drama queen.'

I gasp.

"I am no drama queen alright."

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"Hold on i might fall idiot." I whispered to Angeza as she brought me down the stairs.

"I think i'm about to die oh my god."

"Zuhra shut up or i myself will push you down the stairs."

I glared at her before i focused on not falling of the stairs and breaking my neck.

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We finally reached the grand chairs which we sit on while the others came in and greeted us.

Soon the ceremony started and i was brought to the side of the area.

(Guys i am gonna write how its celebrated in where i live)

One by one people came and fed Hussain with one of the sweets at the side table.

I gave my sister some salt to trick Hussain into eating sugar, which is sure going to be funny.

My sister soon went up the stage and brought salt with her to feed Hussain with it.

I looked at both of them snickering, my sister acted taking the sugar from the table and fed Hussain with the salt.

His face scrunched up in pure realization and looked at me fake glaring at me.

I laughed at him and he was soon done with his session while they brought me up to the podium.

Walking in this heels was not easy. My legs were aching and i felt as if I would fall any moment.

But i finally sat down on the chair and glanced around the room watching a lot of photographers around and my family members and few of my classmates.

I looked at Hussain and realised he was doing the same thing as what i was doing.

I smirked, one thing he didn't know is that i loved salt. My mum usually scolded me for eating salt too much.

I just looked forward for the boy to come quicker.

He soon finally came and put the salt in my mouth. I just enjoyed the taste of salt in my mouth.

"Tell, Hussain bhai, i said Thank you for me." I told the small boy.

He nodded at me and went back to Hussain while i paid attention to the others giving me the sweet things.

I think i am gonna get diabetes.

About 30 minutes later, the photographer called me and Hussain to take photos.

Hussain came over and grab hold of my hand and interlaced it.

We stood against this tree which had lights in them and the person asked us to pose.

"Grab her waist and you look up at him and smile" he told Hussain and me.

He slowly grabbed my waist and I looked up at him, and smiled. This didn't even need to come in a fake way, it was natural.

"So salt lover eh?" He asked me lowly.

"Next, pose anything you guys like." He mumbled at us.

Hussain just pulled me onto his chest.

I just wrapped my hand around Hussain's body and pulled him closer if that was possible, and just realising that he had shaved.

As soon as we heard the click, i changed the pose by holding his jaw.

"yes, i really do love salt, your plan didn't work but mine did and why did you shave?" I asked.

"Need to be clean and young you'know?" He chuckled.

"Okay for the next pose we are gonna run back to the car, if you are wearing heels, take it out okay?" Hussain told.

"Hey! Photographer! Take this picture we are going to pose for" Hussain said

The photographer just looked confused.

I took off my heel and we started running towards the car laughing loudly as we sat inside talking about how the photographers face looked priceless.

And i know, i will live a happy life with him.

/fin/

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