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Chapter 16

Qubool hai (I do).

With these two words, two people leave behind all inhibitions and accept each other just as they are, with their flaws, faults and imperfections, for better or for worse. They are bound together by a sacred relationship for life. Two words. Just two words, and everything changes. There was something sheer magical about it.

The nikaah ceremony had concluded without any hindrances. Zeba and Brendon looked utterly blissful together. Everyone else also seemed to enjoy themselves at the reception which witnessed a mix of both cultures. Guests from both sides tried to familiarize themselves with the customs and traditions of each other. Samara had bumped into Maya a few times that day. She couldn't tell whether she was impressed by her or not, but also it seemed like she wasn't disappointed with her son's choice. As much as Samara tried to deny that her opinion affected her, she did want to stay in her good books.

"Samara let's go get some food." One of the cousins called out to her.

"You guys carry on. I'll join in just a minute."

Her eyes fell on Armaan, who was frolicking around with some of Brendon's friends. The girls surrounded him eagerly to show him their mehendi and asked him about some of the rituals they were unaware of, although they seemed to be more interest in him for the most part. He didn't back off from being goofy with them either. It seemed like he was enjoying the attention. Casual flirting wasn't anything new for him, but infidelity was never his thing, and Samara knew that well enough. However, she still didn't like the idea of random girls hovering around her fiancé.

Armaan was enjoying himself no doubt, but it was not because of the attention from the girls. He caught a glimpse of Samara staring at him from afar, with a slightly annoyed expression. She would never admit it if he asked her, but he could clearly see the covetousness in her eyes. He walked over to her, grinning unapologetically.

"Hi. What are you doing here alone?"

"Nothing, just looking around. You seem to be enjoying yourself a lot."

"Yeah. But why do I feel you aren't?" He had a wide playful grin spread across his face. Samara was well aware of his intention to tease her.

"Why wouldn't I be? I'm all good. Excuse me I'll....I'll go check on khaala." She blurted out as she was about to leave.

"It's okay. You don't need to go anywhere. You can stand here and vent out your anger all you want. I'll go check on khaala." It was almost embarrassing how he could always look right through her. But some part of her also wanted him to know that she wasn't comfortable seeing him goofing around and being so close with the girls like that. Armaan snickered as he walked away, leaving Samara standing by herself, laughing at her own silliness. After a very long time, the problems between them seemed to be receding and there was just happiness around them. But she was apprehensive about how long it was going to last.

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A wave of cold air cut through her warm breath. There was something subtly calm and hypnotic about the weather. Standing near the railing of the terrace, she looked at the foreign city with fervor. Armaan was right. Boston was too sober, and had an eerily unpredictable weather.

Samara rubbed her arms to keep herself warm, when she felt something touch her shoulders.

"You're going to catch a cold." Armaan wrapped his jacket around her.

"It's the middle of May. Who knew it was going to get this cold?"

"The weather can behave funny sometimes. Not that I mind. A little bit of unpredictability is good. Or else things tend to get monotonous."

"I agree." They both went silent for a while, but the silence wasn't awkward. Rather it was the kind of silence both enjoyed when they were in each other's company.

"Your performance today was incredible." She said, breaking the reverie. Armaan chuckled at the compliment.

"I wouldn't call it a performance really. It was just something I put together a few weeks back. Thought I'd make use of it to entertain the guests at the reception. Didn't even have the time to properly work on it."

"Oh you did entertain. It was amazing, like always. Everybody was all praises for you today. It was just....so good." She meant it. He was truly gifted.

"Thank you." He loved it when someone praised his work. His tunes and voice were his prized possessions. But it meant the world to him when the compliment was coming from someone who he regarded as the most valuable person in his life. All the praises and accolades in the world would fall short in front of the way his music made her happy. That was priceless.

"Samara I-" His voice was cut off by the sound of his ringtone. He wanted to ignore it, but the call was important.

"I'm so sorry, I have to take this call."

"Yeah sure."

Samara looked at him while he spoke over the phone in a formal, low tone. She was turning around to look the other way when she heard something she didn't want to.

"Yes tell him to keep the papers ready. I'm coming to Karachi next week; I'll sign them and finalize the contract there."

He is leaving?

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Hey my loves! Thank you so much for choosing to give this a read. If you have been following the story, you might want to know from this chapter on wards the story picks up pace . The coming parts are hopefully going to keep you hooked, I am trying my best to put in as much efforts as possible to make sure it's worth a read. I"ll also try not to keep you all waiting for long for updates. I will be looking forward to lots of feedback from you guys :')