ARRANGED MARRIAGE- 1950's Love Story (COMPLETED)✔

CHAPTER 3

Amreen has unshed tears glistening in her eyes as her Chachi adjusted her red dupatta over her head. She took a step back and looked at Amreen, she is looking very beautiful in red and golden Ghaghara.

'Fix her make-up and listen...'Amreen's step-mother held her arm and made her look at her

'Stop crying like you the first woman to marry. This alliance is very important. You better behave.' She snapped at her, Amreen doesn't respond. She simply stood there with her head lowered and tears brimming in her eyes.

'An eighteen-year-old girl sitting unmarried at home. Oh! The shame.' Her mother continued to spit venom, but for Amreen her voice got muffled with the shattering sound of her dreams.

Amreen and her Chachi made tea and snacks for the guests who sat in the living room. Every time Amreen heard them laugh she felt like they are mocking her. She felt trapped and helpless. Her Chachi handed her tray filled with tea cups and snacks.

'Don't worry, Beta.' She assured her adjusting her dress and led her to the living room. Amreen walked into living room with her head lowered. The tray that she held shook as her hands trembled with nervousness.

'Come, Amreen.' She heard her step-mother's fake sweet voice and she felt angry.

Amreen's to be in laws looked at her, their gaze fell on her jewelry and they flashed each other a smile.

'Come beta, sit here.' Amreen slowly upped her lashes and for the first time she looked at her future in laws. Two middle aged woman sat beside each other, woman to the right younger than the woman in the left. Amreen's Chachi urged her to go sit, she lowered her head and walked slowly towards the ladies.

The woman looked at Amreen. She looked beautiful, white complexion, slim, and timid with waist length straight lustrous hair.

'My name is Fiza. I will be your mother-in-law.' The older middle-aged woman said. Amreen looked at her and then looked away quickly.

The younger woman held Amreen's chin and made her look at her, Amreen lowered her gaze.

'MashaAllah, she is very beautiful.' The woman complimented. Fiza beamed with pride.

'God, bless you.' the woman blessed her.

The older woman took Amreen's hand in hers, she then took out a gold ring with ruby and diamond embedded on it. Amreen looked at it, it looks beautiful. Fiza smiled and slipped the ring into Amreen's finger, 'Now, you are officially engaged.' Fiza said kissing Amreen's head. Amreen smiled politely not meeting their gaze.

Amreen's step mother smiled widely, she is relieved the engagement went well and now nothing can stop the wedding at least not Amreen.

Amreen's father and Uncle were impressed seeing the ancestral Bungalow, the butlers, maids, driver, gardeners. They are even more impressed with Faizaan. He is tall well built, wheatish complexion, dark eyes, black hair, and a perfect demeanor. As they spoke to Faizaan they were knew he is perfect, well educated, well mannered, polite, and humble. The men looked at each other and nodded.

'Before things get serious there is a condition from my side.' The men tensed up little as Faizaan said this.

They looked at each other, Faizaan smiled and leaned forward, he held his father-in-law's hand.

'I don't want any land or any type of dowry. I am strictly against it. So, kindly please no dowry.' Faizaan said seriously. Abdullah was little disappointed but Afzal smiled, that moment he knew he has found the perfect man for his precious niece.

Abdullah took out a silver ring from a small box and forwarded it to Faizaan who smiled.

Abdullah and Afzal are relieved as Faizaan wore the ring, sealing the deal.