𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒✨

Chapter : 26🥀|Wedding Chaos

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❝Come to me, my sweetheart,
with love shall I grace you,
With my beautiful arms,
shall I embrace you.❞
-Unknown 

Aarish Yazeed Khan:

We got up on the stage and sat on the sofa finally. Suddenly I heard Mehrish's voice. "Mr.Khan you have to do a thing," she whispered to me as her voice held a tension. "What?" I asked her. "My cousins will hold a mirror in front of my face and will ask you what do you see? So you have to say something good, and bearable," She whispered in one breath. I frowned.

"And why would I do that Mrs.Khan?" I asked her.  She became silent for a moment. "Because they don't know that this is our so-called marriage," she said through her gritted teeth. I ignored her statement and said "And if you don't look good then?" I said with a mischievous smirk plastered on my face. "JERK," she said with gritted teeth. I don't know why I was enjoying her state.

"Behave, I'm your husband now," I said with a fake arrogance in my tone. "Huh? Just a husband in name Isn't it?" she shot back with a taunt in her tone. Her words instantly shot my temper.  As I was about to reply, our circle of cousins suddenly surrounded us and one of them had a mirror in their hand.

I smirked internally.

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Mehrish Hossain:

And for the third time, Qaazi asked His consent, " Do you Aarish Yazeed Khan accept Mehrish Hossain the youngest daughter of Muhammad Hossain with the haq Mehr of 50 lacs in your Nikkah as your wife?"

"Alhamdulillah Qubool,"  He said making my heart race crazily.

I'm his wife now.

A strange realization tingled inside me, making my body shiver with an unfamiliar feeling.

Soon I raised my palms for dua as qaazi started to make it.

"May Allah make this marriage prosperous, May Allah bless you both, shower His blessings upon you both, and unite you both in love and goodness and bless you both with offspring who'll be the comfort of Your eyes, Ameen" as qaazi finished the dua my mouth automatically mouthed an Ameen.

I don't how will this marriage be, but I trust my Allah. Indeed he will not give me the pain which I cannot bear.

I think we should take them to the stage," I heard Asif uncle saying making my trance break. "Yes Let's go now," Mumma also agreed. I saw him through my net veil he stood up.

Ayza and Laiba helped me to get up with this heavy lehenga. And with steady steps, I walked towards him. As I stood next to him I saw his hand extended towards me. And thinking for a second I kept my cold hand in his warm hand. This touch felt very different.

A feeling of belongingness.

He gently guided me towards the sofa and we sat on that. Suddenly a thought crossed my mind which my cousins and friends talked about yesterday that they would ask Mr.Khan to remove the veil from my face and place a mirror in front of my face to show how I look.

Shit.

This handsome bipolar jerk will never be able to answer that sweetly. I have to tell him. Clearing up my thoughts I whispered, "Mr.Khan you have to do a thing,"  "What?" he asked confused. "My cousins will hold a mirror in front of my face and will ask you what do you see? So you have to say something good, and bearable," I whispered in one breath. He became silent. I can't even see his face because of the veil.