4 days left for wedding and just then the crystal attachment was done. Finally! So the final dress trial was done and it fit like a glove. The gown wasn't the ball gown but not too poufy nonetheless. For that a very thin waist was required and Aairah's weren't that skinny. The sleeves were till the wrist but were transparent because of the thin fabric and since it was a ladies only ceremony Avery took a risk and made the bust are almost transparent but covered it with more coral design. Leaving more to imagination. She had to further add more coral as Aairah was busty and they didn't want to offend anyone at the wedding. Plus she already was breaking rules with a blue wedding dress and not the standard white which the royals followed.

Guys I finally found the gown I was describing... Not exactly the same but yeah similar you will get the idea of color and pattern. It feels very modern Cinderelly types.

As she finally finished wearing the gown she came out to show it to her 2 besties, her parents and her siblings and her relatives . And all she could hear was screams and wailings. What she wanted right now was few tears here and there but no... As long as you are an Indian... More like if you are a brown girl getting married it is going to be dramatic like a full fledged Colorful version of bollywood.
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Next day:

Today was the Laylat al Hennaor Ladies night or Arabic Bridal Shower or in Indian culture Mehendi night. It was organized by the Aairah's parental residence and also a different venue. Here, all the bride's female relatives and friends are invited to a day and night long of music, dancing and sumptuous food and of course henna designing.

Aairah woke up with a start and was reluctant to get ready. She was dragged by her sister and both her besties as they were staying over her place since 2 days. They both got her dressed in a simple white gown and a non transparent background.

The house was nearly packed as she got finished with her bath and her hair was left open and styled into those waterfall braids. This was around 5 in the morning. And guests had already began to come and give wishes and blessings and gifts.

Around 8:30 am breakfast was done. She was told to go change so the henna artist could apply the henna onto her hands and feet.
She quickly changed grumbling that she just wore a beautiful white gown only for 3 hours and she hated changing clothes. But she was glad to be back in t-shirt and shorts. She grumbled again and pulled down shorts. She knew as soon as she stepped out of her room in that. Her mother and aunts would give an ear shattering scream. They will say 'aise ghoomegi ghar mein sab ke saamne.... nangi ... Yallah.' (are you going to saunter around the house like this in front of everyone...naked! Oh God. " although no one would mind her doing that at any other time of the day. But not during her wedding week.
The thought made her laugh. She stripped down her bra and panties thinking now the entire day she would be changing clothes and how uncomfortable would it get. Let me make best of it until then. She then took 2 small pieces of tape and stuck it to her nipples. If she was going to wear tank top and then a t-shirt she might as well make it safe for her and her ears from her aunts. Dad would probably faint I guess. She thought to herself. Just as she was about to pick the tank top her phone rung, blasting 'I'm a barbie girl... In the barbie world...'
Those fucking bitches... She thought. She picked the call and it was Hamdan. Before he could greet her she burst out laughing.

"assalamualaikum habibti. Are you alright?" he asked a little curious.

"walaikumassalam love. No no I'm perfectly fine. It is just something the girls did. So how come you finally have the time to call me." she asks getting down from her high.

"i was busy like you were. So henna night eh. I don't know much as to what you do in your culture. Lot of clothes changing right? Must be hectic?"

"yes... I had to wake up at 4am have a bath wear the gown have breakfast and change again." she replied with a slight whine.

Hamdan chuckled, "so what are you wearing now?"

"Duct tape." was her prompt reply.

"huh... I asked what are you wearing. I didn't expect you to just tell me a random object... You are a very strange girl. " he laughed

"no really... Duct tape..." she said as she looked down and realized she was naked and she could use it to her opportunity. A sneaky grin appeared on her face.

"OK... But are you ready to hear it?"

"what? OK go ahead I don't have much time. Just took a break from the guests to talk to you." his voice a little impatient laced with confusion.

"Im wearing nothing." she replied in a lazy low husky tone trying to sound sexy and not like a dying rodent.

"WHAT!!" Hamdan nearly whisper yelled.

"yeah, I am..."

"you are joking! Your house must be packed how come you are alone." he replied almost accusingly yet those 3
Words she said got his heart racing .

"why would I lie. You want a picture? It feels so so good letting the cool air from a/c touch my burning body." she spoke smoothly but she was nearly falling apart trying to control her laughter.

She could hear a sharp intake of breath and in that instance she knew it worked. She intended on teasing him further.

" now I really wish you were here. To warm my already cooling body with you touching me here and lower and lower" her voice getting higher as she moaned to herself pretending to actually be touching herself while she actually was on the floor rolling.

"Aairah don't do this to me stop it.... Not now... Not today." his tone demanding yet she could feel him getting breathless.

I Wiiinnnnn

"i could send you a picture right now. If you want to see me... I can almost feel you touching me..." I take in a sharp breath and gasp. "tasting me.."

"Aairah as much I want to do all those things and more don't do this to me... Please." he sounded like he was begging

She was winning yet somehow this teasing was turning her on.

"why... Poor little prince can't take it?" she replied in a mocking tone.

"Aairah.." his voice suddenly hardened and was more demanding, "first thing Aairah I'm not poor... Second thing I'm sure as hell not little... Don't push my buttons babe or I will make you beg."

Holy fuck now it was my turn to gasp.

As much as she wanted to compose her voice it became slightly shaky, "ooo I'd like to see you try."

"Believe me when I say this. I will ruin you." his voice was determined and with that he hung up leaving Aairah breathless, naked, hot and bothered.

Fuck....Fuckety Fuck.

She went down in her tee and pj pants and the henna artist had just arrived. There were four so each would concentrate on one of each limb. To her amazement these were four different people yet the design they did were so identical you couldn't say they were by different people.

Later that afternoon after lunch. She carefully slid into her next outfit. Carefully sliding her hands and legs. Thanking Allah that this dress was sleeveless.

The sleeve was sleeveless and Noura pinned her dupatta (a long scarf) on her left shoulder. She wore a gold not the yellow kind more like dull gold and ruby choker with emerald drops al so set is polki stones and unctuous diamonds. It was accompanied by

Gold raanihaar comprising of kundan stones and pearls with a large emerald pendant surrounded by smaller pearls and kundan stones. This wa paired with same earrings.

Gifts were distributed later that evening from the bride and her parents to the relatives. It was then followed by tea and sweets and other snacks

For all the ladies this is a night to glam up and shine in their best outfits. The arrival of the bride energizes the atmosphere with drums, shakers, tambourines beating in unison. This is the moment when members in the room go to the bride and bless her and may sometimes give gifts of jewelry and money. Photos are clicked. The henna artist begins to decorate the bride's hands up till the elbow and the entire feet which symbolize attractiveness, fortune, and healthiness.

Aairah was desperate for sleep. But hey when you are the bride... Sleep becomes a luxury. She still couldn't get over the fact at what Hamdan said. And she desperately wanted advice on this. But that wouldn't be right... Right? The conversation was too personal. How to react to this.. Ugh... Don't blush too much.... Yes this was a better idea and give a good comeback...

"what are you thinking about?" Sabrina whispered into her ears.

"nothing! Why?" she replied quickly

"i know you are thinking about.... dicks...." she whispered back.

Aairah's eyes widened. "wow you can read me that well!! . And might i ask how?"

"first you need to up your poker face game. And second I've seen that face million times every time we watched porn and you wondered how people enjoyed it and how sex worked and what position worked for all size people etc. You have the same shitty constipated face. Now behave yourself people are looking dick face."

" OK thanks for making it obvious... Any advice?" she asks her.

They pause as one of the relatives comes and gives her a gift, blessings and feeds her a little of those sweets.

As the lady leaves Sabrina speaks up," what did he say or do... "

" ummm... I said things and he said he will make me beg and later he said he will ruin me." she replies

Ri's eyes widens and snaps her head in Aairah's direction.

A massive grin forms her face, "oh boy... Mr. NICE Guy has a dirty mind... I mean all guys do but he likes to get down and dirty and little rough and possibly kinky. Ooooh so he is like blossom, bubbles and buttercup of sex in one.... Oh boy you are gonna like it. Sorry... You're gonna fucking love it. "

" wtf you just ruined Powerpuff girls for me... How can you say all this by just that one sentence.? "

"babe you need to get on top when you have sex to... To excite him... He likes someone who challenges him... Coz he a sport junkie... And besides for your info... I'm a self certified dick expert." she smiles smugly.

She rolls her eyes wondering how are they still friends only to realize the 3 of them are all the same except at different levels.

Sabrina's voice brings her back," bitch keep rolling your eyes, you just might find your brain there."

"fuck face." Aairah mutters to herself.

As she adjusts her ass in that dress. Both the girls notice Stephen walk in with gift boxes and he was wearing a bluish black Sherwani with patiala pants it really complimented his height. Plus he wore a simple black turban.

He was walking or more like running about and women being women and girls being girls were gawking at that beauty. He was having a tray of drinks serving them and directing the rest of the caterers. He was about to make a turn when Avery walked from the other direction fixing her bangles.

"oh hell no.... Not again." Aairah whispered.

Sabrina's eyes widen and she whispers, "if they crash again, it means they will get back together."

"just because Jason dumped her doesn't mean she would want to jump on another guy." Aairah hissed

"babe it's fate and history is repeating its self." she replied concentrating on them.

"wtf since when did you believe in fate and shitstory (yes I made that word up)"

"snuggle puss.... Too much bollywood movies. Thanks to your mum."

"50dhs bet they wont" Aairah challenges Ri.

"uncle scrooge you are marrying a prince... 50 dhs my ass." RI groaned

"I'd tap that if I were Burak." she winks at Sabrina. Who in return blushes furiously.

Just then a crashing sound reverberates the tent created out.

"i fucking win as always..." Sabrina declared.

Aairah removes 50dhs Bill and shoves it down Sabrina's blouse when everyone were concentrating on the crash.

"bitch I know you love my tits... But control your vagina we are in public.!" Sabrina remarked.

It was six in the evening and again she was lead to changing, but just before that she took a quick photograph with Sabrina's help and Avery was nowhere to be seen.

" i bet they are fucking? ", Sabrina spoke as she neared the door to leave.

Aairah shut the door back and began to take the jewelry and clothes off while Sabrina just sat on her bed and bobbed.

"50dhs. They are." she began.

"No im not playing your stupid bet. Okay they are... So... They are doing it again ... Big deal they are adults. Sometimes I feel they both are fucking cunts... Like stupid ones."
Aairah remarks. As she jiggled down to her underwear and Sabrina began helping her wear the short royal blue blouse. And tied the knot at the back and hooked the clasp.

" they are having sex I can't believe they are having sex when they are supposed to be helping at the wedding... Wait you know what... Whatever I'm no bridezilla ."

All set she fixes her jewelry this time she teamed up with a diamond choker with sapphire droplet and pearls.
Same for the earrings.

Then she wore the matha patti(matha means forehead... Patti is rope or string but in this case like a necklace.)

Finally she wore one of the ever famous jewelry every Indian bride's wear. The nath . She didn't pierce her nose for this and got the faux ones.

During this ceremony also dance known as Al Ardha, and the Zaahbaah or the displaying of the bride's garments and the gifts she received from her groom's family.
Aairah was taken to a stage erected behind the house. As all the guests were present. As on when she emerged on the aisle she looked the sun rising. It was a sunset yellow lehenga(skirt) with a light ombre dupatta to put on the head. Teamed up with a royal blue blouse.

Everyone's gasped at the beautiful bride. After she sat on her chair. Not long the royal siblings had arrived. All the girls in the family arrive and gift her the traditional Emirati wedding dress for the Nikah. And then arrived the wedding gown and the diadem and sweets made by the royal chefs.
There was Luqaimat (These dumplings drizzled with date molasses) Chebab (An Emirati take on the pancake, traditional flavour with cardamom, saffron and dates,) Khabees (a sweet, toasted flour concoction, gets its depth of flavour and aroma from a dash of rosewater infused with saffron.)

Ranjina (a date based baked dessert ends many a traditional Iftar on a sweet note. With a base of fresh peeled dates, the pits replaced with almonds or walnuts, and topped with a dark roux usually decorated with cinnamon and powdered pistachios.)

Baklava,( the Turkish import, is another local favourite. The paper thin layers of phyllo dough encasing chopped nuts and held together by honey or syrup)

Kunafa, (is a vermicelli cheese pastry and one of Ramadan's delicious traditions that means serious sweet business... No really)
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asbousa(A simple semolina cake, soaked in syrup and garnished with a blanched almond is the light)

Wow so much sweets. She thought. But every one were in a jolly mood even Sheikha... Whose presence wasn't liked by Aairah. Yet still she was kind and civil and welcoming to her.

As the royals were about to leave out of the corner of her eye Sabrina noticed and immediately tugged Aairah and motioned her to look to her left.

From the bend of the wall walked out Avery... And... Stephen... Together... With his arm around her waist.

What the actual fuck did just happened there?!

I have a bad allergy to dust and dampness and because of that I'm sneezing my ladyballs off... Anywho people I hoped you liked part 2 please vote and comment on the phone conversation 😉, Aairah and Sabrina's conversation. The clothes and the sweets.... Please let me know how I wrote it.

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