Meet, Anaya syed always energetic and full of life. Loves her friends and family lots. She's always happy with what she owns. DR is her dream. She's stubborn much, innocent too.
Myrah Zaid, the model (but only in her dreams). Loves fashion but limit...
I was welcomed by my entire family and friends. They are were gleaming with excitement. Breaking their hearts? No i can't be that evil. I've to keep this going. I was gradually coming out of my dilemma.
I sighed at my helpless situation. But somewhere deep inside i was also happy that i was starting a new life. Allah does everything for a reason. I believe this marriage will bring me happiness. I hope the person i'm going to married with is a good person with a good heart and will keep me happy. I have high hopes.
Right now i was sitting on my bed after freshening up. Filza and myrah had handed me some casual clothes and asked me to wear them i did as i was said. Before going downstairs i looked at the mirror. I was wearing a white tee shirt in it was written a quote related to 'bride to be'. I smiled after securing my hijab and walking downstairs.
The house was filled with silence in every corner. I grew tensed. "Maa... Filzaaa. Myrahhh." I called but the silence continued. "Dad.. Bhaiii. Where is everyone" i gave up in defeat i decided to call them up. I realized i left my phone in the room. Damn me! I was so worried. I was halfway up the stairs when i heard a boom.
"Surprisee" Myrah, filza, Aahil bhai, Aaria shouted in unison. They laughed at my priceless expression. I was relived. Filza asked me to close my eyes and made me walk to some distance. When she opened my eyes. I felt overwhelmed. I covered my mouth with my hands. There was a low table where stood a beautiful cake on it was written bride to be.
There was a whole lot of other decorations. I hugged each one of them. "Thank you so much my lovely people. " i said laughing heartily. I feel like it's been ages since i've enjoyed like this. I'm so blessed to have these people.
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Riyaz's POV
The house was buzzing with excitement while i was all worn out. One more day. Tomorrow the rituals will start to begin with the haldi function. I need to figure out something. I need to call her. Why riyaz ? She is also getting married. I typed to her. "Hey how are you? Can we meet?" but deleted it without thinking twice.
I was sitting on the dining table with my cup of tea. I'm a chai person. People were so caught up with the arrangements that they forgot everything else. All my relatives were at home so much engrossed into shopping and other arrangements. I sighed at the irony.
"Oh so our groom is all ready for tomorrow ? " inara di's voice startled me. I simply faked a smile. "Riyaz trust us you'll surely be the happiest person after this wedding" bhai said coming in view. Huh seriously? Happy? How do i make them understand that no one else can make me happy other than anaya. I nodded slightly. "Now cheer up. Or people will think you are forced to this marriage or something. Don't get emotional our handsome groom. " bhai said. While boo simply nodded patting my shoulder and pulling me making me stand up.
