U M É M A' S P O V
"Uméma!"
"What, Shariq?" I barely finished my sentence when his shirt came flying straight at my face.
"WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT SHARIQ HADID?!" I hollered.
The wedding was over. It was the next day. Everyone was busy packing their belongings, preparing to travel to another town for Valima (reception).
The groom and his family lived in another town and had decided to host the reception there.
As a result, we all had to embark on a three-hour journey to reach their town. Once there, we would have a one-day break before the Valima festivities began.
At the moment, I was in Shariq's room, helping him pack his bag. Doing my so-called 'wifely duties.' Begrudgingly, I had to drag myself to assist this idiot.
"I AM HELPING YOU OUT AND YOU ARE BUSY THROWING YOUR SHIRTS AT ME?!" I launched myself on him as I removed his shirt away from my face.
"I am sorry, it happened by mistake." He gave a lopsided smile.
"Better be a mistake." I pointed my finger at him as he stuck his tongue out like a two year old (who mentally is).
"We're always the ones running late. Every time, someone has to remind us to get moving. Come on, Shariq, I don't want people thinking anything weird about me." I grabbed my phone from his charger and rushed out.
"Uméma, listen," Shariq said, clasping my hand and pulling me closer. "You're in my Nikah. No one can think anything fishy about you. To everyone, you're my wife. Remember that, hmm?"
His tone was firm, his expression so solemn that I was left speechless. All I could do was nod in response.
"Okay, let's go now!!" I jumped away from him, as I proceeded towards the door.
"Yeah, coming," he replied, hoisting his duffel bag over his shoulder and following my lead.
"Layla-Majnu! Come out already, you guys!" Insharah banged the door. This girl is always restless.
"Coming, Insharah!" I answered as I opened the door.
As usual, it was Insharah, Sameer, Ahad, Kabir, Shehroz, Shariq, and me all crammed into Shariq's car. Thank God Zain wasn't with us this time—what a relief!
Kabir and Shariq took the front seats, while Insharah, Ahad, and I squeezed into the middle, leaving Sameer and Shehroz to settle in the back. Everyone had finally found their spot, and we were ready to go.
"Okay, children let me take you attendance. Everybody reply with 'Yes-"
"Shut up, Ahad." Everybody except me in the car snapped at Ahad. Lol.
"Arey, what behudgi is this?!" Ahad whined. (Absurdity.)
"That's what you deserve for the antique stunts you pull!" Insharah slapped her brother.
An hour into the journey, we decided to stop by a café for some refreshments.
The elders traveling in the minibus also stepped out, some heading to the restroom while others took a tea or coffee break.
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A Delightful Tragedy
Romance"I hate you! Actually scratch that- I loath you." "Well, let's see for how much more time you will hate me, ohh, wait scratch that loath me, right?" This is the story of Uméma Layla Sheikh and Shariq Majnu Hadid who hates each other's guts. But wha...
