Love Of The Sultan

The Maroon Marriage

C h a p t e r 4 - T h e M a r o o n M a r r i a g e

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"When GOD knows you are ready for the responsibility and the commitment, he Will reveal the right person under the right circumstances"

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Nobody could count the seconds that went by since the battle. Everyone was in their own silent reverie. It was un-earthly as to how quickly some moved on yet some where left behind. Unaware of their own wedding.

Maybe when you loose the person who loved you most it pays a heavy toll that you never fought for them. You never did what you could, you just let them go. Maybe he was a psycho but Nadine loved him before that. He did threaten her death only because he didn't want to bear the pain of watching her dance with another man.

Whatever was going through his head was not worth pondering, he was not alive to pose a threat. Nadine didn't think of it like that, there was a countdown in her head. The seconds of time played a cruel games as she stared at her friends all over gathered in the halls of her palace.

Fortunately, the young shah was in another city. They all danced and sung as all of the older women where elsewhere in the palace with her mother.

They all gossiped about men, fathers, brothers, mothers, aunts and potential love interests. Of course Nadine would intervene to narrate her stories but her love interest was terminated. One of the girls approached her with a smirk, preferable an potential enemy. "Tell us about the king Nadine. You know I have been in love with him for a while now. Come on, tell us about him. How you had two men fight over you" she venomously smirked twirling strands of her hair. Nadine was taught better than this.

Maybe it was a new streak of mean in her but she needed to push away annoying vermin. With a taunting smile Nadine responded "He's everything you'll never have" she walked down to the circle of girls who started giggling at her retort. "Nadine, it's your day, not the funeral. You must smile now, and have fun with your friends for now. Their you friends not Jamal or Raees" her best friend, Governor Jahan's daughter whispered; Jamila.

Nadine realised that she had to live in the moment for now, party a little before her wedding tomorrow. Celebrate with mehndi on her hands and adorned all over her arms. Wear facials with her friends and taste fine sweets. She would have fun while it lasted these next few hours.

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(wedding outfit on side)

Morning was here as the palace corrupted into mega rush. All of the servants cleaning from last nights round of pranks and laughs. They all rushed in holding platters of clothes and jewellery. Nadine didn't want to think about her wedding at all. She didn't want to be part of the ceremony and wished that one of the girls could take her place. Speaking of them, a few of them cluttered into her room pulling her from her half sleep trance to listen to the singing of a busy palace.

"Come along princess, you need to was properly" they all smirked pulling her from the confines of the bed sheets. She tried to swat them away since 4am was something she never ever wanted to live through. Her eyes couldn't bare the heavy sunlight pouring through the doors and arches of the window.

She stared at the mehndi she had on her arm all night long. This ceremony was a superstition brought from the east but they believed, the darker the colour of the mehndi, the more your husband loves you. So inside this medley of an event she entered, where the girls spread lemon juice on her hands last night to make sure that the colour would be dark.