Compromises

Ceremony

*brides look on top*

Finally the stupid ceremony is done. I head upstairs to take a shower, while the girls stay in my room talking away.

Washing that paste of me was so hard, my body hurts from scrubbing. Tomorrow is when all the official ceremony's will start. The butterflies in my stomach aren't helping my situation.

I'm worried, scared, tensed. I never liked the idea of marriage or love. But here I am taking the risk. I just hope everything I had ever imagined happening to me won't happen. Hopefully everything goes good. I step outside into my room to find the girls who I've been with forever laughing at my phone.

Oh shit.

I snatch the phone away.

"Ouuu our brother-in-law is one eager Nigga," Aliyah says. This women will never change.

"Yeah bruh he practically ripped your clothes of virtually," Aiza says and Piri nods.

"Shut up"

It's currently 12 am and none of us are ready to sleep.

"So, how are you feeling? You're getting married officially after a day," Piri says.

"Fuck man, I feel like I'm signing up for jail or something," I tell them and they all laugh.

"You both have been friends for long enough now, I'm sure you both know what you are expecting from this marriage," Aiza says.

The rest of the night is just spent by having deep talks and playing with the little Arsh. I wake up to loud knocks on my door.

"SAM OPEN THE DOOR"

Motherfucker. Why is everyone after me. Like sure it's my wedding but what fuck, let me sleep.

I open the door to a very angry mother.

"What?" I ask her.

"Look at the time. It's 1pm you have to go to the salon your appointment is at 3, get your clothes, jewelry everything ready," she says.

I groan and head to the washroom. After doing my business I head downstairs to find Aliyah, Arsh and Ayaan struggling to change Arsh's diapers. I laugh at them. Well at Ayaan, poor him. I remember the time Aliyah said she would never touch her kids diaper my bish sticking to her words.

I grab something to eat and pack everything I'll be wearing tonight. After that me and the girls get into the car to head out. Aiza and Piri leave their kids with their husbands but Aliyah has to bring Arsh with her because he was just born two days ago.

We soon arrive at the salon and the women there give us the best facials ever. Then the professional henna girls come and put henna on us. All that process takes about 3 hours. It's 6 and the function starts at 7. Shit, I don't want to walk down a huge aisle in that banquet hall with everyone staring.

In an hour all our makeup and hair are done, and I walk inside the washroom to put on my dress. It's a green dress, with light work on it. I walk out to find my friends. When they see me they start screaming which causes various people to stare at us.

"Holy fuck! You look hot as fuck man," Aiza says.

"Damn right the hottest bride I've ever seen," Aliyah adds.

"Motherfuck man your poppin," Piri says.

They all look hella good too. We walk outside and into the car. The car ride there was filled with nervousness.

"Guys be right by me I don't want to walk in alone,"

"We got you man," Piri says.

Aliyah calls Ayaan to come take Arsh from her so four of us can walk down together. Because they have to hold a veil over my head.

I call my parents to inform I'm here so they can get ready. The cameraman and the movie guy both get ready in front of me and the girls hold the veil over my head. We are all set to walk in. As soon as we step inside the hall my entry song which Aliyah chose starts booming through and everyone is staring. Some people are standing and staring some are sitting and some are just constantly taking pictures. But my focus is Ahmed. He's standing right ahead and I've to get to him.

I walk to the stage safely without tripping and he gives me his hand. I grab it and step onto the stage. The cameraman starts shouting at me to do this pose and that pose, it's awkward in front of everyone.

Slowly every family comes on the stage to take a picture with us after that's over the ceremony starts. The bride and groom are fed these sweets and there's henna everyone puts on the leaf in their hands. And finally money is waved over their head three times and that money goes to the poor people. As donation.

After all that bullshit is done it's time for the dances. My favourite part. I've a dance to do to, and I've no clue how I'm going to be doing it in all this heavy clothing.

"You look beautiful," Ahmed says.

"Thanks,"

"We have to find some alone time when the dinner opens,"

I look up at him and ask him why.

"I've to do something," he says with a wink.

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