The Bet is On (Completed☑️)

12. Dua-e-Khair

Chapter 12

The mirror which reflected a dejected, sullen face in morning is now reflecting blushingly stark out cheeks. Her breaths are labored absorbing the teases she got after the refreshing breakfast was happily served to Meer family.

Sameer Hamdani was given discharge today in morning. On his request, Meers accompanied him to Hamdani mansion for breakfast. Khushi helped her mother to quickly finish the kitchen task before arranging the cutlery on dining table in the lawn flushed with green carpet and flamboyant flowers. She could not sit in between family and get crimson from head to toe. Teases apart, the mushy staring had her comfort zone. The remembrance of flirty stares slithers from her shoulder bone to the back of her neck. His romantic side is way too much than her imperturbable proficiency. Even the existence of others could not bound him. The proof is his confession the other day. He had vent out like a pro. His confident actions would make her proud forever. People say right that if you want to nourish your children correctly, stuff them with confidence, self-respect and moral values, send them to good schools and provide them good atmosphere to live. By the grace of Allah, Arnav was blessed with the best things. This spark of good brought up led him tread the path of dancing from wayward moves. He did not have any tutor to teach him dance. His devotion to dancing converted his wayward moves dexterous and admirable.

It is his dominant confession which drilled her insides with lunatic passion, unearthing her wits to verbalize her choice, beg her family for him. Otherwise being a trivial girl, she could have never been able to come out of her laments. Her ceased breaths upon the postulation of being someone else's wife rather that Arnav's drove her to stand for herself, though momentarily. No girl can take such step if she lacks trust on her man and she trusts Arnav more than herself.

"You are really something." She blissfully mumbles while throwing the tissue after tapping her wet face. After breakfast, she was ushered in the room to get ready for Dua-e-Khair. A kind of engagement joined by the closer family members. Arnav's grandmother had announced quick Shagun, not deferring the pleasant alliance anymore. They knew how much the kids had waited and suffered. The quick decision, however, panicked Khushi. Her dream was coming to life after a torturous stretch.

She stood rooted to her place for five minutes, thinking what to wear, how to style up. On top, her insane heartbeats were over-powering her calm self.

The ladies came inside her room to give her a helping hand. They had sensed the dispersing vibes of extreme nervousness form the bride to be.

"Aakifah aapi, what should I wear?" She was going paler. Kiran enjoyed the jumpiness of little soul with bright smile. She always adored Khushi as Aaeidah. She also loves Aakifah but the affection is slightly intensified towards Khushi, probably because of her chirpiness.

"Let me see your wardrobe." Aakifah excitedly moved on to rummage through her piles of dresses.

"See, this blue one..." Aakifah unhinges a striking maxi paired with upmarket supple work on back as well as on front. Khushi shook her head saying "too formal".

"Kiran auntie..." Khushi looked to her aunt whilst Aaeidah, Aakifah and her mother was trying to pull out something great from her brilliant collection.

"My bacha, don't panic, you go and take a quick bath. We try to gather your things." Kiran caressed her cheek but Khushi was still in confusion. Suddenly her mind clicked and she grasped her mother by shoulders.

"Mama, that pistachio and red dress... for Sidra's Nikkah?" She hinted her mother about the dress given to tailor for her second cousin's Nikkah.

"Like ever!" Aaeidah rolled eyes and laughed at Khushi's usual craze for new clothes.