Cries Behind Smiles

Chapter 23 : Nikkah

It was the day of my Nikkah.I still can't grasp this fact.Everything was happening so fast that I just surrendered myself to the flow.
I have to leave with him after Nikkah.We were having reception later.I was still too shocked by these huge changes in my life.

My father might not give me enough love and care but he had shown his love through giving me luxurious and peaceful lifestyle.I was like a princess in his home.I never ever have to beg to anyone for anything.He provided us with everything he can give.

I don't know what lies ahead.Whether my in laws would be good to me.Will they treat me well.I'm not used to do heavy hardwork.There were always servant for them.

Ya Allah..let me be good wife.Give me enough strength to fulfill all my duties well.I don't wan't to disappoint anyone.

They don't want to leave me like that.They want to take me with them.My Chacha didn't want to delay anymore.

I still hadn't seen him.I don't care anymore.I was at the point when you feel nothing,not a single emotion.

My red langa with gold embroidery was settled on bed, with its huge gehra taunting me.

I was happiness magnet.I didn't want it to happen like that.Tears again came to my eyes and flowed down.
These traitorous tears.

I missed my mother,I miss her bright eyes,huge smile.What she would have done If she was here.I wish she could hug me in one of those bearly hugs and kiss me on my forehead like old times.

I wish she was there.Will she be happy on this Nikkah.There are so many Ifs in my life.

I took her gold bangles in my hand.More tears came and I just let them drop.

"Hey doc" it was my brother voice.He was clad in white kurta shalwar with black waist coat.He was looking handsome.

I look towards him and smiled.He then noticed the bangles in my hand.
He took one of the bangles,his stare hard at them like he was remembering something
"It was given to her from Baba's side.She loved it.Used to wear that all the time."
He smiled at me with unshed tears.

I was looking at all the jewelery.The rings,the necklace.

"She would have proud of you"
I just looked at him.

"She would have very proud of you If she was alive.I failed her yet you pursue her dream"

I hugged him.I can't control it.I throw myself at him.I closed my eyes just feeling his warmth.

"Don't say that.You are a very good man.But a very bad brother" I teased him
He moved himself away from me and put a hand on his heart

"You hurt me.I'm very cute,handsome and beautiful brother"

His cockiness was back.I just slapped on his chest "Shut up and let me get ready"

He just laughed and then left the room.

I smiled and started geeting ready, enough of weeping drama.

I was completely ready looking myself at mirror.I don't know what to say.
My hair was parted from the mid and then clasped in huge bun at the top of my head.I was covered in jewelery and matha tika was between my forhead.A gold nose pin started from the side of my nose and end in my hairs.

My eyes were coloured in black kohl and my lips were red.I was looking different.I guess it feels good.I never applied this much makeup.But not everyday is my wedding day I guess.

All my cousins barged in through the door.They just gaped at me and said:.
"MashAllah you're looking gorgeous"

Thank you.I blushed.