Billionaire's Feisty Wife (Updating In the End of September 2021)

Chapter 11 - His Bride

There are some terms used in this chapter. I am explaining them here.

Chaand Raat: Eve of Eid.

Eid: An important Muslim festival, celebrated after the end of Holy Month of Ramadhan.

Nikah: A term for Islamic Marriage

A dialogue at the end of this chapter is in Urdu. Translation is here. "Who can be more Mehram to you than me?"

Chapter 11

ELZA

(2 months ago)

It is being hard for me to swallow the fact that I am fixed. Till yesterday I was a free bird; relishing, playing in my own world but now I am being forcibly married to the man who is eleven years elder to me. He does not look old or have wrinkled skin with fats or gray hair. He defines manly beauty but I am unable to believe even after wasting my thousands on giving treat to friends. They have just hauled their asses off of my home. The crazy they would want treat even if I die.

The smile on my lips did not last long as soon as the volume goes a bit high.

What the heck!!! This man and his Qawalis. All town aunties, uncles and over teens eulogize his voice and collection. Even kids are his fan but currently I am trying to choose Henna designs for my marriage. Only two days are left. Tomorrow is Eid. The marriage is on the Eid's third day.

Despite tonight being a Chaand Raat, I am not making henna patterns on my hands. Because I will only get my hands festooned with henna on the eve of Eid's third day - by Airab. Yes, by him. He has everyone dancing on his pinky finger. He, the persuasive person, made a baby face saying henna color will go dull if we hire professionals at Chaand Raat and its seem so impolite to ruin others' holidays of Eid. So, he himself will embellish his to-be-bride's hands with henna. So, cute!

But I am given the task to ransack the henna-books and internet for selecting best designs. I want them to be unique, honestly.

Despite my grudges with parents, I am enjoying my marriage. Everything is as per my choice. I have bought everything I found good. You do not get marry daily. I have full rights to live my marriage rituals to the fullest.

In the second semester, I had read about personality in quite detail. People say I have strong personality and my to-be husband is also no less in personality matter and his long eyelashes... I wonder if we would look good together. I hope he would not be a typical dominant male who seeks pleasure in finding deficiencies in the women associated to him.

I come back to reality and pick my phone. After typing, "Mister, Ramadhan is over, not the prayers, would you mind turning it off while people offer Isha's prayer", I keep contemplating over my text.

Me being forced in this relation does not notion towards that I should fire up my own home even before its initiation. So I let my thumb dance on 'x' key and type instead "would you please lower the volume for a while?" Yes, it's nice but wait, I do not have his number...or do I have?

Rabiha had called him 2 days ago from my mobile when her signals were being distorted. Time was around 9 of night. Me, Rabiha, Bareera Aapi and Shaina were waiting for our hamburgers and crispy fried chicken after being dog-tired of shopping. Not once my mother denied their persistence of taking me to shopping or you can say rich-girls love shopping. They would also accompany me, telling me to choose colors and styles which they think would suit me the best. Honestly, I would have busted if they had said me to choose the colors and styles their brother likes. Except the wedding suits, they never bothered if it's their brother's color. I respect them for this, for thinking that I may be the bride but I also have my self-respect. Would you not feel bad if people tell you to not take what suits you but what your to-be husband would like on you?