Unexpected Promises

Chapter 9 ✓

Atifa's pov :

"I told you to sit straight and don't move. Or else I won't be able to make your hairstyle." Emaan chided in annoyance, a frown adorning her face. Sighing, I sat straighter before looking at her.

"When I'm going to wear my hijab, what is the need for this hairstyle?" I quoted the word 'hairstyle', getting annoyed myself. I had been sitting there for the past hour and she was still not done with me. She kept saying it's almost done but I knew she wouldn't let me go so easily.

"Keep quiet and this is the last time I'm saying, don't move. Or else you might get poked by this pin or something." She replied, frustrated. "And we get married just once in our lifetime, might as well enjoy it to the fullest. So let me do it for your and your future husband's sake." I glared at her. "Oh and for my sake too. It will help me practice some nice hairstyles for myself." She grinned while turning me back to my old position.

"Yeah, right!" I muttered but did as she told me to. I couldn't even watch myself until she was done with me. 'Believe me, you will look more beautiful after you are completely ready and you look at yourself!' Her words, not mine. Since I knew she wouldn't budge, I agreed. But I was kind of regretting it because she had taken it too seriously and wouldn't even let me check how much of her work was left.

A tired sigh escaped my lips and Emaan chuckled, "I promise it's almost done this time, I'm just pinning the remaining pearls to your hair, then you are done."

"I don't believe your promises anymore." I mumbled in annoyance, making her laugh.

"Okay, don't make me laugh when I'm using pins, I might poke you." She grinned.

"I wasn't joking that it made you laugh."

Emaan's excited voice brought me out of my thoughts. "Tadaaa! And we are done!"

Sighing in relief, I looked at her gratefully. "Alhamdulillah!"

But before I could turn around to look at myself, she held my shoulders, stopping me. "Just a minute." Pushing me to sit back, she started taking out strands of my hair from the front, framing my face. "Okay, now go and change while I get my makeup done." Smiling sweetly, she motioned towards the washroom.

"Yeah I'm going to do just that, but let me see myself first." Raising a brow, I turned around.

"No, first change and then see." I could only take a glimpse of myself when she came in front of me and pushed me towards the washroom with my dress in her hands. "Please Atifa, it's getting late already and I have to get ready too. So go and change before your mom comes in and have a mini panic attack."

Groaning in frustration, I complied while taking my dress from her. She had a point. Ammi would literally have a mini panic attack realising we were not ready yet. A smile made its way onto my face when I realised even my washroom had a mirror. Maybe Emaan had forgotten about it. Grinning, I entered the washroom and locked the door quickly. But as soon as my gaze landed on the mirror, a frustrated groan escaped my lips. "Emaaaaannn!"

I could hear her laughter from behind the closed doors. I was not going to leave that girl! Deciding to take my revenge later, I glared at my - now ruined - mirror. She had gone out of her way by using lipstick to scribble gibberish on the mirror. At the end she wrote, 'I did not forget about it' with a smiley face. Now I couldn't even see my reflection there.

Sighing, I changed into my dress, praying that the fitting fits me well. And surprisingly, it did Alhamdulillah. Smiling slightly, I looked down at my dress and ran my hand through its fabric. I had imagined my wedding day when I was a kid. Even as I got older, I had thought about it. Maybe not much but at times I did. I'm sure almost every girl has thought about it at least once in their lifetime. But since that incident, I had stopped thinking about it at all, so getting married early was out of the question. My plan included completing my studies and helping ammi financially. Not getting married and...