Azure

Chapter Twenty Seven: Till death do us apart.

Mama took ahold of my hands and lead me into the hall, and bhabhi was coming from behind.

I gently lifted my eyes from under my lashes. As I stepped in, I saw heads turning in our direction and the hall grow extremely silent, except for the slow song that was playing in the background. The walk to the throne felt like an eternity. mama gently with the help of bhabhi settled me on the throne which was at the front of the hall. Mama then kissed my cheek and walked back down with bhabhi in tow.

The wedding wasn't segregated exactly, the ball room of the Swan hotel was where the wedding was taking place at. We couldn't segregate it, so we had one half of the hall for the women, there was a gap in between, which lead to the throne, and the other side was for the men. On the right side, which was the ladies side, a wide and long table sat, it was reserved for the bride and groom and the close relatives, for our meal.

The ball room was so huge that I couldn't see the people seated at the back!

Leave it to desi families to invite every single soul they knew.

I looked up smiling gently. Just like how bhabhi asked me to do. Shoulders up, but not too up. No slouching. No waving and laughing. Don't be too jumpy and happy. These were things bhabhi had repeatedly told me. I had to stick to these things, or all the aunties would make sure the daily gossip of the area would be me 'she was slouching and frowning, maybe she was forced into it.' and the list would go on, so no thankyou, I'd rather stick to all of what bhabhi said.

All this was making me so nervous. I could feel my hands get all clammy and sweaty. Yuck.

Bhabhi came up to me smiling. "All good hayati?"

I smiled and nodded my head.

"Okay then. Arhaan is coming." She said smiling widely. "Just wanted to check if you're all good before he comes." She said giggling.

"Bhabhi but im not rea-" I spoke, but bhabhi cut me off.

"Ooh ooh! He's coming!" Bhabhi said smiling widely and looking in the direction of the entrance while giving out her hand for me. "Stand up jaani."

Ya Allah! I cant!

The thought that he was now my husband, made me want to faint right on the throne. ARHAAN WAS MY HUSBAND! THE MAN I SNAPPED AT WHEN WE FIRST ENCOUNTERED IS MY HUSBAND!

I couldn't see how he looked yet, he was at the entrance of the hall.

When he neared us, I felt so self conscious. My husband looked extremely good, I have to admit. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a light peach colored shirt on the inside and to top it off, a black tie.

I could see all the girls eyes go wide looking at him. I was crazy jealous right now!

The path to the throne was actually so long that he took a whole minute to arrive.

He had a full blown smile on his face, and I couldn't help but give out a small shy smile and look down.

He came up with papa and stood next to me.

Papa took my hand and rested it on Arhaans awaiting hand.

I took a sharp intake of breath. This was the third time I held his hand.

First, as a stranger. Second, as his fiancée. Third, as his wife.

Life did surprise us in its own ways sometimes.

"Take care of my daughter." Papa said softly.

Arhaan held onto my hand tighter, it didn't hurt though. holding his hand for so long made me feel light headed.