Iklas's POV:
Everyone is all dressed up, and our amarya looks stunning, MashaAllah. Everyone looks so beautiful, and the groom's friends have started escorting people to the dinner hall. I quickly called my mom to greet her, and she mentioned she'd be there around 9:00. Then, Hanan's mom called out to us, "Iklas and Hanan, you need to come downstairs right now. Enough with the makeup, the groom is here to take you." "Okay, mom," I replied.
As we got to the car, I helped Hanan get into the back seat due to her dress, and I sat in the front seat with Alim, who was driving. Mus'ab couldn't stop staring at Hanan with so many emotions, which made me smile, and Mus'ab playfully glared at me.
I glanced at Alim, and our eyes locked. MashaAllah, Alim looked incredibly handsome in his black attire. I couldn't help but admire him. He then broke the eye contact and started driving, leaving me feeling a bit embarrassed.
When we arrived, I spotted my mom, and I rushed to hug her. "Oh, my daughter, tabarakallah, you look beautiful, MashaAllah," she exclaimed. "Thank you, mom," I replied with a smile.
The bride's friends were called to dance, including me, Amal, Ifty, Salma, her cousin, and the rest of the cousins and friends. "Issa goal, a kasa mana!" we both shouted with excitement. We were all dancing, and I even forgot about any shyness and started dancing shaku shaku. Have I ever told you that I really know how to dance? I was doing the shaku shaku moves, and the boys were already spraying money on me. The DJ changed the song to "Yeba" by Kiss Daniel, and that's when we both started shouting and dancing facing each other while the boys kept spraying money. Then, he changed the song to "Motigbana" by Olamide, and we danced even more.
Suddenly, I saw someone standing in front of me, and guess who it was? Yes, Alim. He held my hand and led me outside the hall to his car, making me get in. It was the first time our hands touched, and I noticed how soft his hand was.
But wait, why did he lock me inside his car? What's wrong with him, seriously?
I stayed quiet for about 10 minutes, but then I started getting really angry. "Why won't you let me go back?" I yelled out in frustration. "I'm really getting angry!"
I continued to ask why he wouldn't let me leave, getting more and more upset. "Are you in your right mind, Alim?" I questioned him, feeling my anger rising. Alim's eyes turned red, showing his frustration. He brushed his hair while sighing.
"Iklas!" he suddenly shouted so loudly that it almost made me jump in horror.
So I raised my voice small and again why won't you let me go? Why ya Alim?
Iklas he said in lower tone,
Omg even though I'm angry
It's sound soo sexy
it looks like he is tired, is because I.... lo........
Iklas I heard amal voice calling me while knocking the car window, you have to give some speech nah, hanan ma is even angry with you
You should quickly go,so ya alim open the car for me and I get out, what did this dude want to say to me, and why is he that angry I never see him like that. Whatever, he didn't even know how to say sorry banxa kawae I said to myself
Alim pov
"My head and heart ache, watching guys admire her beauty. I can't deny she looks breathtaking. They shower her with money as she dances, unfazed. I can't take it any longer, so I reach for her hand. Her touch is soft, sparking something within me. I pull her into my car and lock the doors; I couldn't bear it anymore.
