Fated

Chapter - 26- Wedding

"Danish, Zunair and his puppets will try to stop you. Are you sure you are ready for it?" Shahveer says as he comes into his room, holding tuxedo in his hand.

He takes his clothes from Shahveer.

" Don't worry , just stay on the plan. Has Ammara Bhabi set everything in place. " he tells him.

" Yes everything is set. Now hurry up we don't want to be late for the wedding. " Shahveer says, giving him a pat on the shoulder and then leaves closing the door behind him.

He gets ready for the wedding, putting on the tuxedo, careful with his hand which was in a small cast. He discards the tie and pulls everything on him self.

He is now ready to attend the wedding.

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" Mami look preti." Aiza says climbing up my lap as Ammara is busy curling my hair.

"Yes, because it's Mummy's wedding today. " I tell her, pulling her in for a kiss.

She sat on my lap, playing with my bangles until I fall asleep.

Priyanka who was helping Ammara with my hair took Aiza back to my room so she could sleep.

"Wow, look at all the fancy work on the dupatta. " Iqra says , examining my wedding dress. She is follwed inside with the rest of the gang.

" I wish I get a rich husband like Zunair. " Minahil says, adding hair spray as Ammara was setting it in place.

" But I am not marrying Zunair for his money. " I tell her.

" We know you're marrying him for his gentle,sweet and loving side. " Anjali joins in.

" Stop it guys you are annoying her. Come on close your eyes. I have to do your make up." Ammara orders me, as she pushes every one back.

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" Open your eyes Liybha." Ammara tells me after one hour of her skillfull hands working on my face.

I flicker my eyes open, I see a totally different version of me in the mirror.

Ammara has made my cheeksbones apper higher, cheeks pinks so it seems I am blushing. But it's these eyes that she has made so big. With smoky eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara she has transformed my eyes.

I must admit it she has made me look wonder.

" Wow, your amazing" I tell Ammara.

" I know, I am the best . But I  have to go do some things . So girls get her in wedding dress and jewelry " she says, picking up her bag and leaving from Aisha's room.

"Guess some one was in hurry to see her hubby. " Atiqa says.

" Stop guys, we can have a discussion about husband's later, but we need to get her ready. " Anjali suggests.

" Yeah she is right. Come on get dressed. " Iqra tells me, pushing me towards the bathroom with the fancy dress.

It takes me a while to put it on, because of its layers and heavy work.  The dress fits me perfectly.

I come out to see everyone praising me how beautiful I look.

They all set my dupatta and fit on the jewelry.

" Liybha!  Come on every one is waiting for you.  Zunair is here and so is the imaam. " Aisha says opening the room door.

As I am about to leave I catch a glimpse of myself in the long mirror.  It makes me whish Hamid had seen me like this; all dressed up.

We head downstairs and out into our backyard, where we have arranged everything.  We have made thin dividers btween where I will be sitting and Zunair.

My friends lead me to my seat, through the divider I can faintly see Zunair, his family, friends and the imaam.

So this is it. I will belong to someone else in a few minutes. My name will be written along side his. I had always thought that my name would always be with Hamid.

Zunair will give me everything,  but what do I have to offer. My everything belongs to only Hamid. Unable to stop myself the tears line up behind my eyes.  But I just have to hold on, for Aiza at least.

Taking a deep breath I snap out of it, but deep down somthing feels wrong.

"We are now going to begin the nikha of Liybha and Zunair. If anyone has any problems with it please speak up or forever hold your peace. " the Imaam starts off. He waits a few minutes ,then starts speaking again.

" Okay then we-" he starts off but is stopped mid way.

"Stop. " unknowingly my voice speaks out, but that's not what catches my attention.

Another voice has reached my ears, the voice had spoken the exact same words with me.

I pull my head up to see everyone facing the door way, faces set in a way as if they are seeing a ghost.

I turn my head to the owner of the voice, even though I knew exactly who's voice it was. I could recognize this voice from miles away.

There he stands, in the door way. It is him. My legs unable to resist,  rush to him.

I embrace myself in his open arms.

I know every inch of this person.  My and his soul, what ever they are made of, they are the same.

Our souls are one, our hearts claimed by one another.

I cling to him tightly, not wanting to let go in case he dissappears.

Yet I manage to whisper one word.

"Hamid. "