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She saw Florence coming towards the stage. She was looking absolutely amazing that one couldn't breathe. She exhaled deeply and stood up as if she was not trusting her own eyes. Troy vaguely mumbled her name and ran towards her as if he awake from a nightmare. When he reached close towards her, he looked at her grudgingly and met with her meaningful eyes. In his eyes there's pain, fear of losing her, and a hint of some feelings too, that she can't read. He involuntarily hugged her. She could feel him through the thin gown. His muscles were firm and compact, completely different from her softness.

"I thought something happened to you," he whispered.

Whole family was coming towards her, but when they saw Troy's reaction, they stopped there and watching them.

As Florence and Troy got separated, he saw her injured forehead, "Florence, your head?" He was about to touch her head but she moved her head a little backward. "Leave! I am alright!" She said coldly. Her face showed no emotion. After two seconds she continued, "You have betrayed my trust in you. You broke my heart into pieces."

"Why are you telling me this now?" He was unable to understand the logic.

"Because before we sit down to the table for Nikkah, I want you to know that," she answered as rude as she could.

"You gave up on me?" He inquired.

"No! In spite of everything, I will marry you. Let's go." She answered.

"You'll forgive me. I promise! I will do everything for you," before they moved towards stage he promised her.

She started walking without answering him. He followed her. She met everyone. All adored their couple.

Firstly, the photographer came and clicked some pictures. They were standing on the stage.

"Smile, a little smile, you are not smiling," the photographer said to Florence.

She opened her mouth and faked a smile, "that's enough, we are taking pictures of newlyweds like when they are a little closer." Photographer exclaimed.

"Come on, go ahead," Florence carelessly spoke.

"Well, we can pose as a couple if its a custom," Troy spoke while trying to control his chuckle.

"Get closer. Stay a little closer. Groom, lean a little," photographer insisted.

They were too close that there was nothing between them, not even air. They were touching each other's sides.

"Don't look at me angrily," Troy spoke as he noticed her eyes on his face.

The clicked some pictures in different poses then they moved to the table for nikkah.

"Do you take Troy Davies as your husband," The marriage officer asked.

She responded with tear-filled eyes. Then he asked the same question from Troy and he accepted too. After that he asked from Adrian and Aurora. They accepted.

Both the brides and the grooms will get nikkahfied. Nikkah is an essential element of the marriage. It is the official marriage contract between a man and a woman. The ceremony consists of reading some parts of Quraan and the exchange of vows in front of witnesses for both spouses.

"Sign it, please" the marriage officer told them. They signed the document one by one.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife in the presence of our witnesses and guests," the marriage officer announced.

All were happy for them and prayed for their beautiful future at the end. After Nikkah, they took dinner and then both the couple left for home.

The room was decorated with flowers. There was not even a single space without flower. With her hand in his, Adrian walked Aurora towards the door. As soon as he opened it, a sweet fragrance touched her. The room was decorated in flowers. In the centre of the white bed was a heart made up of red roses. Aroura had often daydreamed about her bed being decorated like this. She gave a shy smile when Adrian asked if she liked it.

He helped her in sitting in bed because of her lengthy frock. As she seated, he put his head in her lap. They were talking to each other, sharing their happiness and enjoying the best moments of their life. She admired the decoration.

"In the world of romance, I am number one," He answered while kissing her hand and they both laughed.

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