𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒✨

Chapter : 29🥀|Walima day

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❝Hai tu hi tu tasavvur mein
Only you're there in my imagination
Kahan apni khabar kuch hai?
I have no awareness of myself
Alag tujh mein asar kuch hai
There's something unique about you.❞
-Tum se (song)

Mehrish Hossain :

I was standing in a massive, empty hall.

The lights were dimmed, and the wind was roaring. My bridal dupatta was flying like I was in a low-budget horror film.

Suddenly, a voice echoed—

“Mehrish Hossain...”

I turned around.

There he was. My "moody bipolar brand new husband". Dressed in a black sherwani, looking like the villain of a drama.

He raised one hand dramatically. “You forgot to stamp the nikkahnama. (wedding registration)”

“What?” My eyes widened.

“The ‘office copy’,” he growled.

Suddenly, thunder roared. Making my heart numb. The walls cracked. And a floating file marked “Pending Since Nikkah” hit me in the face.

“I—I just overslept!” I shouted like a  kid, justifying not going to school.

He pointed at me dramatically like I was the culprit. “You were supposed to email me the nikkah in PDF with proper formatting!”

Suddenly, I was holding a laptop, and it caught fire.

"You’ve failed as a wife and a secretary,” He said and started floating in the air like a ghost boss, making my jaw drop.

“And you didn’t even send the Zoom link for our rukhsati!” He shouted and started to come towards me while floating in the air.

"N-no-"

"Nooo-"
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I woke up with a loud gasp. Breathing heavy.

Confused.

What the hell did I just see?

I gulped.

Ya Allah.

Now he is coming in my dream too.

Calm down, Mehr.

And then I saw him.

Sleeping on the sofa making the sofa look tiny. One arm over his face. One leg hanging down like he lost the will to live.

I blinked at him.

He slept on the sofa?

I rubbed my face and remembered my weird as hell dream, then whispered, “Zoom link, Nikkah stamp, seriously, Mehr?”

What a weird dream you saw!

They say 'Every dream has a meaning', meanwhile, mine:

Of Course.

I got out of bed and went near him. I am getting uncomfortable seeing his sleeping position.

'Why do you have so much ego, Mr.Khan?' I thought, looking at him. 

I sighed and made my way toward the washroom.

Aarish Yazeed Khan :