Dua Agha Khan used to be a loud and cheerful girl. Her family referred her as the life of the house, she kept the house alive as her family described, but as said there is a thing called "evileye" that chocked her cheerfulness out of her.From marryi...
Right now I'm getting ready for my mehindi function. The hairstylist set flower in my hair.
After my hair and makeup was done I looked at myself in the mirror. I can't help but feel suffocated in this beautiful dress.
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Honestly the gajras in my hands feel like chains that used to tie me down. The pins in my hair remind me of his painful grip. The jewellery weighed me down like the men used to.
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Staring at my self I see my old self smiling. There she stood with her cousins around her laughing and blushing. The happiness that radiated off of her was unmatchable. "What happened to you Dua?" I asked myself.
"Ma'am please don't cry your makeup will ruin" the makeup artist said. That's when I realized I was crying. I looked back in the mirror to see myself standing there. But one look in my eye and I can see my broken soul.
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"Dua beta let's go" Ammi said coming in the bridal room. I nodded and went out with Ammi.
Shahzain bhai came with baba and my older male cousins from both side of the families.
They made me stand under the veil made of flowers or more precisely floral chaddar
