Me and Him by Ramlah
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Last published Fri, Apr 17, 2026
I walked into the hall in my wedding dress that evening after the nikkah was already done earlier that day. It wasn't really necessary for the bride to be there in and my dad decided to go with that. I looked up to see my greatest nemesis standing tall near the well decorated chairs placed on the greatly elevated place in the hall. He looked annoying.
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