Mahzala's wedding! Read chapter 30 if you don't understand something!

Afaaf

I was furious.

And I had all right to be.

Here I was drowning in my own bubbling emotions confused between dreams and reality and the man was busy attending some business out of city. Without even informing me.

Huh! I was his wife he should have told me.

I glanced at the mirror, seeing my reflection. A burst of emotions hit me and I covered my nose with the tissue. Bawling my eyes out. I couldn't help but curse my feelings for him. Everything was going so smooth, he had to just stomp his foot on my heart.

I stood up from the bed. I told Dadi Gul Jan that I was getting ready for Mahzala's wedding but in the last thirty minutes I had only cried my eyes out. But not anymore. Pulling the wardrobe open, I took out my dress from it. It was a coat style dress with a dark sea green embroidered long coat and a polka dot cream inner. Whilst magenta trousers for matching and a plain cream long duppatta.

Keeping the dress aside, I started with the makeup. For eyes I kept everything natural with a winged eyeliner that looked sharp enough to cut my lashes. I smeared some extra blush with highlighter and chose my matching magenta lipstick. Getting changed, I switched on the straightener and straightened my brown hair. Parting my hair from the middle, I pulled them in a tight bun on the nape of my neck. Donning the lunar heavy jhumkas, I was slipping in matching heels before tripping my way downstairs.

Dadi Gul Jan was in her vintage cashew coloured shalwar and kameez with a beautiful pearl choker adoring her neck.

" Afaaf, you take so much time! Your Khan Dada left already."

I scratched my neck in utter embarrassment and followed behind the woman as she continued on and on about Mahzala's grandmother being angry on not getting the best flower garlands as she wanted.

We reached the venue of the wedding. And my eyes grew large as I looked up at the dazzling hotel that was all dolled up as a bride with all the lightening and flower decorations. I saw Jahan come out as he steered his way to us and lead us inside. We entered the chill ballroom and I sighed out in excitement hearing the familiar wedding songs play in the background. The baraat wasn't there yet but some of the guests from the bride's side were here and there.

Mahzala's mother greeted us warmly and told me to meet Mahzala in the dressing room up the stairs in the corner. The ballroom was large and had an open terrace that lead into the garden. The garden was adorned with the stage and all dinner arrangements. I jogged up the stairs in my high heels. Opening the dressing room, I smelled roses as I stepped in. Cool air blasted and I sniffed more of the flowers.

Mahzala was at the vanity table as her cousin tried placing her heavy veil over her head. The photographer instructing the women to pose. I watched with interest as the bride's cousin and the photographer bickered about getting the right pose. The bride, Mahzala hissed in aggravation as she leaned back in her comfy chair.

" Afaaf, come here!" Mahzala said as she noticed my reflection in the mirror.

I tensed as I glanced at all the eyes turning my way. Mahzala turned in her chair and looked at me, beckoning me with her hands.

" Afaaf will do it. No worries." The bride said as she sat comfortably in her chair. I smiled nervously and listened to the photographer's instructions for his perfect shot. My fingers were shaky as I held up the heavy veil and draped it over Mahzala's head as per the instructions.

" Perfect!"

A sigh of relief left Mahzala's lips as she leaned back in her chair. Adjusting her veil. She turned to look up at me and grinned making me reciprocate. She looked beautiful would be an understatement. In her designer blood red and dull gold zardosi lehnga dress she looked nothing less than a model. Her kundan heavy jewellery enhancing her dress more.

The photographer left and minutes passed as Mahzala's cousins and I helped her up and pinned her heavy veil at the back. She asked me to dab some blush again and so I did. An older woman knocked on the door. Informing it was time that we take Mahzala downstairs. In all the excited and movie like feelings, I held the flowy end of the bride's shirt and flipped my duppatta like a queen.

And to my utter astonishment, my dupatta hit the mirror first and then the stand of the glass bangles making them fall and scatter all over the floor. Heat floated my cheeks as I heard snickers and giggles from the women. Mahzala looked apologetic as she glanced at me and offered me a small smile. I returned it back to her and bend down to pick the mess up.

" Leave it Afaaf, someone else will take care of this!" Mahzala said but I shrugged it.

" I'll be down in a minute!"

She nodded before continuing on and leaving with the women. When the door closed behind them, I let the smile fall from my face and manually cursed myself picking up the red and silver bangles.

" Huh! So much for being Priya of every Prem!"

I muttered to myself reaching for the broken one under the vanity table. Long slender fingers reached to the bangle before me and took them in their hands. I looked up to see the man crouched before me. His face inches away from mine in the lit room. I resisted the urge to gasp and stared dumbfounded at his handsome face. His growing beard and neatly brushed hair. His sparkling green eyes and his perfect jaw.

" Hi"

He vocalized softly, letting a small smile play in his lips.

The anger impinged and I jutted my jaw out. Before tearing my gaze away from him. Turning in the other direction I carried on picking what mess I had created.

" Hm! So you won't talk to me." He wondered loudly.

Helping by moving towards the bangles on my side. I changed my direction again.

" Hm! So you won't even look at me."

I resisted not to melt down but my eyes were dying to have another glimpse of him in that black suit that he sported. But I was stubborn and I resisted. Standing up straight, I kept the bangles on the table and dusted my hands like I had dry dough on them. The man stood up as well, right before me. I ignored Zaryaab and walked passed him. Only to be stopped by a jerk on my duppatta.

How romantic!

I clenched the fabric that was around my neck and pulled at it. But I stubborn man jerked it again. I gasped this time and turned to him in utter fury with hot blazing anger.

" What is it?" I asked narrowing my eyes.

" Hi." He said and God I would lie if I said I didn't melt down.

I turned around and pulled my duppatta and took a step forward this time only to be pulled by my wrist. Zaryaab was quick as he wound an arm around my waist while he held my wrist with the other. He stepped behind me and I felt his presence hovering over me despite of the high heels I wore. His lips easily slanted over the skin on the side of my neck, and travelled their way leisurely up.

I stiffened and my breaths died down. Hot sparks erupting on my skin with his administrations. He straightened, smelled my hair and pecked my cheeks. Making me gasp and turn to face him.

" I am sorry"

I heard him before I was rushing out of the room, leaving him behind.

Fixing my breaths and running a hand over my pinned hair, I walked down the stairs. The nikkah was done in the mean time and I mentally cried walking over to Dadi Gul Jan.

" Where were you? The nikkah is done, you missed it!" She said.

I shifted on my feet and tried to form something but the presence behind me beat me to it.

" She was with me!" Zaryaab spoke and in a flash second I turned to glare at him.

The woman grinned but I dragged her to Mahzala and her family to exchange congratulations. Mahzala looked esctastic as she now stood with her husband, glowing in the glory of being a bride. I embraced her as she introduced me to her husband Adeel.

" And this is Zaryaab, a very dear friend to me!"

I stiffened as my husband possessively curled his arm around my waist and the men shook hands.

" Many congratulations to you both!" He said.

I zoned out seeing the platters being uncovered and the starters being served. I walked down the stage and towards a waiter as he served me fresh cheese rolls and a sweet cupcake.

Seeing Khan Dada and Dadi Gul Jan seated on one of the tables, I walked outside on the terrace and then down in the open garden area. Soft music was playing as I balanced the plate in my hands and walked to stand under one of the canopies. Guests talked here and there and I spotted Jahan talking to some men. I munched on on the roll enjoying myself.

A kid played some feet away from me and I glanced as a beautiful woman walked towards him. She was simply beautiful, dressed in a dark blue embroidered shirt and matching trousers. Her hair were straightened and long, cascading down her back. My eyes grew large as I looked at her large eyes, grey and sparkly with all the black makeup she had around her eyes. And beautiful makeup.

A small smile formed on my lips seeing her play with the little boy. I turned my gaze away from them and to the extremely handsome man that walked up to them. One second I was fangirling, the other second I was drooling. The man was tall and sported a blue coat suit. He had beautiful eyes that stayed on the woman and I noticed how he smiled at her, unknown to her. I kept the plate on the table behind me and looked curiously. The man took the boy in his arms and the boy giggled, whilst he wrapped an around the woman who blushed as he kissed her forehead.

They shared a few whispered words. And I noticed someone's presence besides me.

" Amal and Arsalan, married, have two beautiful kids. Live in London. Mahzala's cousins."

I squealed internally at the information.

" I want a family like them!" I expressed looking at the couple before us.

" You will have one!" Zaryaab chuckled and I turned to him, noticing that he didn't say we but I dismissed it and smiled at him.

He smiled back before holding my hand and pulling me to Arsalan and his wife.

The men hugged each other like long lost friends whilst I stood shyly but Amal initiated as she embraced me warmly.

" Sorry, we couldn't make it to your wedding although we heard about it. We were still in Abbottabad at that time."

Arsalan said to both of us and I offered him a smile.

" No worries" Zaryaab chuckled.

" It's really nice to finally meet you, you both make a beautiful couple. " Amal said and I instantly fell in love with her sweet and easy going nature.

Amal and Arsalan were indeed a lovely couple, the men talked while Jahan joined in and Amal and I occupied the chairs under the canopy talking about life. Soon dinner was served and after all the rituals we didn't stay back for long as Jahan left with Khan Dada and Dadi Gul Jan before us.

The ride back home was quiet and being alone with Zaryaab made me realize that he was back home after two days and still we hadn't spoken much. For all I knew my heart, I wasn't really that mad at him now. We rolled in the driveway and Zaryaab pulled before the gates. I unbuckled my seat belt and pushed against the handle to get down but the man had locked the car again.

" Zaryaab!"

" Hmm"

He was already looking at me.

" Are you still mad at me!"

" Please unlock!"

He took my hand in his and pulled me towards him, so that my face was inches away from him.

" I'll kill me to lose you!" He whispered so softly that I barely made out the words and his lips were already on mine. I pinched my eyes close as he kissed me and I let him. When I pulled back, the door was unlocked and I hastly got down and inside the house.

He had to be crazy, playing with my feelings.

" Afaaf, what's wrong. Talk to me." The man chased me as I hurried through the hallways.

His fingers reached to my elbow as he jerked me, making me stop. Glaring at his way, I pulled my elbow out of his grasp before walking again.

" You've been avoiding me like shit. Please will you listen to me."

" No."

" Afaaf, don't be so hard on me."

" Lately, you've been doing the same to me." I snarled.

" Tsk. Just listen to me woman for once."

Zaryaab pulled me back again and I glared in anger as the glass bangles in my wrist broke before falling on the ground.

" I am sorry." He said softly rubbing my wrist.

Tightening my lips, I stared at him.

" I was out for something important, it just came up and I had to rush out."

His eyes turned warm as he spoke. Shifting my gaze to his black tux, I listened.

" And I promise, my intentions would never be to hurt you. If something happens that causes you pain, it would never be my intention." He gulped.

Tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear, he stepped closer. And I stared at him.

" I am sorry if I hurt you." He whispered.

I was beyond confused, worried more.

" Zaryaab, why are you saying this." I asked softly.

His expressions morphed as a broken look masked over his face.

" Just know that-"

He paused.

" You are precious to me, Afaaf."

His words swelled my heart. And I cupped the side of his face. He took my hand and nuzzled it before placing a kiss on my palm.

" Is something wrong?" I asked.

He simply shook his head.

Taking my hand in his, Zaryaab pulled me inside the room.

" You looked stunning tonight,but you should change." He smiled making me nod and walk to the bathroom to change the heavy dress I donned for Mahzala's wedding.

When I returned back to the room, Zaryaab was on his phone and sensing my presence he kept his phone away and extended his hand to me. Making me smile softly and sit opposite to him.

His tux was swept with grey sweats and a matching top. Biting on my lower lip, I dared to ask.

" Will you tell me the reason of you being out of the city?"

Zaryaab's green eyes snapped at me and he exhaled out loudly. Leaning forward towards my face.

" I will, but- you'll hate me for it." By now his fingers were grasping my jaw and his words were breathing against my skin.

I frowned.

" Why would I?" I whispered back, breathless at his close proximity.

" Shsh-"

He silently pressed his lips to mine. Kissing me in the softest manner ever. Pulling apart, he pulled me besides him before switching off the lights. We shared the same pillow, as the man wrapped me in his embrace.

"Let me hold you tonight!" He breathed and I wrapped my arms around his waist, placing my head on his chest.

All in all, I was deeply in love with him.

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