Tum jo aaye zindagi mai baat ban gai
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"Faiza tou phir aapne manaa kar diya?" Sehrish asked in disbelief.
(So you reject the proposal)
Faiza bit her lips and control the urge to move away from there as soon as she can.
"Hamne manaa nahi kiya. Bas hame kuch waqt chahiye sab kuch sochne ke liye," Faiza groaned as her mother and sister were glaring at her.
(I didn't reject. I just need some time to think about everything)
"Aur kya sochna hai tumhe? Itna accha ladka hai, Arsh," Anisa Begum said looking at her daughter with disappointment.
(What you have to think? Arsh is the perfect man for you)
"Par ham usse mohabbat nahi karte. Shaadi tou ussi insaan se karni chahiye na jisse aapko mohabbat ho," Faiza said in a low voice as she was biting her lips.
(But I don't love him. We should marry someone we love)
"Ya Allah, kya hoga ye ladki ka. Sapno ki duniya se bahar nikal jao, Faiza. Koi bhi rishta banne ke liye mohabbat ki zarurat nahi hoti hai. Aitbaar ki zarurat hoti hai. Aur tum arsh se aankh band karke bhi bharosa kar sakti hu," Her mother said shooting her glare.
(What will happen to you? Come out of the fictional world. Love is not needed in any relationship, trust is needed. And you can blindly believe Arsh)
"Hame arsh par poora bharosa hai. Par ammi, hame uss insaan se shaadi karni hai jisse hame mohabbat ho. I am very confused regarding my feelings," Faiza said in a low voice as she averts her gaze away.
(I believe in Arsh. But I want to marry someone I love)
"Pyaar ke chakkar mai zindagi bhar kuwaari rah jaogi. Sehrish, tum isse kuch samajhao," Anisa begum said in a frustrated tone as she carried her granddaughters in her arms.
(You will stay unmarried for your whole life due to your quest of finding love. Sehrish, explain her)
"Aapki khala pagal ho gayi hai. Aap unki tarah mat banna," Her mother said to Zoha.
(Your aunt has gone mad. Don't be like her when you grow up)
"Ammi," Faiza whined.
(Mom)
Anisa Begum shoot her a glare and left the sister duo alone.
"Aapke dimag mai kya chal raha hai? Hamse aap kuch bhi baat share kar sakti hai," Sehrish assured her.
(What's going inside your mind? You know you can share anything with me)
"Aapi, ham bohot confused hai. Ham sirf arsh ke baare mai soch rahe hai. Wo koi aisi ladki deserve karte hai jo unhe utni mohabbat kare jitni wo hamse karte hai. I feel like I don't deserve him. Ham unse kaise shaadi kar sakte hai. Soch ke bhi awkward lag raha hai. Ham tou unke saamne sharmaa bhi nahi payenge. Wo ham ko itne acche se jo jaante hai," Faiza told as she wrapped her arms around herself.
(I am very confused. I am only thinking about Arsh. He deserves someone who will love him the way he loves me. How can I marry him? It will be so awkward. I won't be able to feel shy around me. He knows everything about me)
"Aap kuch zyada hi soch rahi hai. You both deserve to live happily with each other. Faiza, nikah mai bohot taakat hoti hai. Zaroori nahi hai ke aapko nikah se pehle hi mohabbat hoti hai. It's the most beautiful and pure feeling when you fall in love with your spouse after the nikah. Aur awkwardness kitni din tak rahegi. Waqt ke saath sab kuch theek ho jaata hai. Aap hi, hame kahti thi na ke hame apne shouhar mai dost dhoondna chahiye. Tou phir aap ye baat khud kyu nahi maan rahi hai. Arsh jaisa ladka tumhe kahi nahi milega. Wo tou tumhara bohot khaas dost hai. Wo tumhe samajhta hai. Tumhaari fikr karta hai. Aur kya chahiye tumhe? Zyada mat socho aur haan kardo. I am sure you won't regret it," Sehrish explained her making her heart skips a beat.
(You are overthinking. Nikah is very powerful. You will fall in love with him after the nikah. Everything will be fine. All the awkwardness will go away. You told me that we should find a friend in our husband. Why you are not believing it now. You won't find a man like Arsh. He is your best friend. He understands you and he cares for you. Don't overthink and accept the proposal)
Realization dawned on her as her aapi words hit her heart.
"Ham kis munh se jaake ham arsh se baat karenge," Faiza said as her face heat up in embarrassment.
(How will I talk to him)
"Zyada drama na karo aur fauran jaake apni dil ki baat bol do," Her sister encouraged.
(Don't be dramatic. Just go and tell him everything)
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"Arsh, ham tumhaare ghar ke bahar hai. Jaldi se aa jao. Hame kuch zaroori baat karni hai," Faiza heaved a sigh as she tightened the hold on her shawl.
(I am outside your house. Come fast. I want to talk about something important)
"Sab khairiyat hai? Mai abhi aata hu," Arsh said and ended the call.
(Is everything alright? I am coming)
After few minutes, he appeared in front of her. His presence makes her heart skips a beat.
The top button of his shirt was undone making her cheeks warm all of a sudden.
"Let's go for a walk," Faiza said in a low averting her gaze away.
Arsh nodded and they start walking. The comfortable silence was prevailing around.
Faiza's eyes lit up when she saw a kulfi stall.
"Chalo kulfi khaate hai aur sukun se baat karte hai," Faiza told him and he nodded his head.
(Let's have a kulfi first then we will talk peacefully)
Faiza ordered a malai kulfi while he ordered a pista kulfi from the vendor.
Her taste buds explode with the delicious taste of kulfi. They both sat on the bench of the garden devouring their ice cream.
Arsh leaned closer and run his thumb over her lower lip. Her heart somersaulted as his cold fingers touched her. The giddy feelings erupted in the pit of her stomach but she ignored it.
"There was a cream stuck near your lower lip," Arsh reasoned hesitantly while averting her gaze.
"Tumhe kya baat karni thi?" Arsh asked rubbing his hands as the temperature was cold.
(What do you want to talk about)
"Arsh, hamne decision le liya. Hamne bohot socha hai iss baare mai. I want you to support me," Faiza said in a low voice while fidgeting with her fingers.
(I have taken the decision. I have to think about everything)
His throat bobbed and the worst scenarios played in his mind.
"Ham aapse shaadi karne ke liye tayyar hai. Arsh, aap bohot acche hai," Faiza said in a low voice while shutting her eyes
(I am ready to marry you. You are such a good person)
Faiza slowly opened her eyes and saw him looking at her with amused eyes.
"Aiza, tum khush tou ho na? Mai nahi chahta ke tum kisi ke dabaav mai aa kar mujhse shaadi karo," Arsh asked brushing his cold fingers on her cheeks.
(Are you happy with the marriage? I don't want you to decide because someone forced you)
His words make her heart skip a beat as a crimson color formed on her cheeks.
"Ham bohot khush hai, Arsh. Aapse accha koi nahi mil sakta hame. Hamne kisi ke dabaav mai aa kar decision nahi liya. Hamne decision aapki mohabbat mai aa kar liya hai," Faiza said making his heart skip a beat.
(I am very happy. I can't find a man like you. I have taken this decision of my own will. I have taken this decision out of your love for me)
A genuine smile spread across his lips due to her words.
"Aiza, thank you so much for understanding my feelings. I love you so much," Arsh said looking at her with a beautiful smile.
Faiza averts her gaze away with a smile making him chuckle.
"Ham chahte hai ke nikah saadgi se ho jaaye," Faiza said playing with the ring in her fingers.
(I want a simple nikah)
"Aur mai chahta hu ke nikah kal hi ho jaaye," Arsh said making her chuckle.
(I want nikah to happen tomorrow)
"Itna utaavlapan sahi nahi hai," Faiza said stifling her smile.
(This much eagerness is not good)
"Itna tadpaana bhi sahi nahi hai," Arsh replied with a smirk.
(It's also not good to make someone restless)
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Faiza was wearing an off-white color gharara with the delicate golden thread embroidery on her sleeves. Her matching white dupatta was pinned on her shoulder. Her makeup was light and natural.
She was wearing a kundan necklace set making her look like a perfect bride. Her mother had made a flower kangan for her. Sehrish put the heavy red dupatta on the top of her head which covered her face.
Maulvi came and asked her if she accepted arsh as her husband. Her heart started pounding faster as she was very nervous.
Faiza took a deep breath and whispered Qubool hai thrice accepting him as her husband.
(I accept)
With shaky hands, she signed her name beside him.
Everyone came and congratulate her.
Her aapi had fixed her dupatta and lead her to the stage. Her breathing quickens when she catches a glimpse of Arsh, her husband.
Arsh lifted her veil and placed the kiss on her forehead.
"Mashallah," Arsh whispered at the beauty in front of her.
Arsh was looking most handsome. He was wearing a kurta with an off-white waistcoat.
Arsh wrapped his arms around her engulfing her in the hug. It was their first halal hug.
The newlywed couple was sitting beside each other receiving compliments.
"Arsh wo ladki ko dekho. Mai kabse dekh rahi hu ke wo tumhe dekhi jaa rahi hai," Faiza whispered in his ear.
(See that girl. I am noticing that she is staring at you for a long time)
Arsh smirked at her complaint and leaned closer to her.
"Begum, par hamari nazre tou sirf aap par hai. Itni khoobsurat jo lag rahi hai aap," Arsh smirked as her cheeks become red.
(Wifey, I am only staring at you. You are looking so beautiful today)
"Aap sharmati bhi hai? Hame tou aap besharam lagti thi," Arsh chuckled.
(You also feel shy? I used to think that you are shameless)
"Arsh, tumhe zara bhi sharm nahi aa rahi hai. Tumhe tareeqa hi nahi hai nayi dulhan se baat karne ka," Faiza huffed.
(You don't have any shame. You don't even know how to talk to the newlywed bride)
"Tou nayi dulhan se pyaar se baat karni chahiye?" Arsh asked in a low voice as a smirk was playing on her lips.
(So I should talk to my wife with love)
Faiza nodded her head slowly.
"Ham ghar jaa kar aap pe pyaar ki baarish kar denge," Arsh said making her eyes wide as she understands the double meaning behind his words.
(I will shower you with love when we will reach home)
"Arsh aaj ham dono kuch nahi karenge. Ham waise bhi bohot thak gaye," Faiza said fixing her maang tika.
(We will not do anything. I am already very tired)
Her words drained all the excitement from his face making his mood sour.
"Tou ham dono kya karenge?" Arsh asked.
(What we will do)
"Ham tou foran sone chale jaayenge. Ham bohot zyaada thak gaye hai," Faiza yawned.
(I will for asleep. I am already very tired)
"Wedding night mai kon sota hai?" Arsh asked a little louder making her embarrassed.
(Who sleep on their wedding night)
"Ham sote hai," Faiza challenged him.
(I sleep)
"Faiza tum mazak kar rahi ho na?" Arsh asked making her chuckle.
(You are joking, right?)
"Ham mazak nahi kar rahe hai. Stop being so horny, arsh," Faiza said making his mouth gaped open.
(I am not joking)
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Next day
The couple was sleeping exhausted after their passionate lovemaking session.
Arsh smiled when he opened his eyes. His wife was sleeping in his arms.
"Aiza uth jao. Bohot late ho gaya hai," Arsh shake her but she snuggled more into him.
(Wake up. We are already late)
"I am tired, Arsh," Faiza groaned and pulled the comforter to her naked body.
"Aiza, mujhe bhook lagi. Kuch banaa do," Arsh said making her groan.
(Cook something. I am very hungry)
"Kuch order kar do," Faiza said covering her ears with the cushion.
(Order something)
"Meri shaadi ho gai hai, Aiza. Abhi bhi mai bahar se order karu," Arsh groaned.
(I am married. It won't be good to order something when my wife can cook something delicious for me )
Faiza angrily woke up and glare at him.
"You will pay for this," Faiza glared.
"I am going to take a bath. Then I will prepare something for you," Faiza sighed buttoning up his shirt.
"Should I help you with the bath?" Arsh smirked.
"I know you very well, arsh. I will do it myself," Faiza huffed.
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After the long shower, Faiza was standing in front of the vanity table. She was wearing a light peach color salwar kameez. Her pale green color chiffon dupatta was hanging around her neck.
Her hair was wet and water droplets were traveling down her neck making him gulp.
Arsh smiled at his beautiful wife. He stands behind her and puts his hands on her waist making her jump. A layer of crimson color fell on her cheeks due to his presence.
Arsh put her hair on her other shoulder slowly and sensuously. Her toes curled due to his action.
A moan escaped her lips when he kisses the sensitive spot behind her ear.
"You are so beautiful, Aiza," Arsh groaned and capture her lips into a passionate kiss.
His other hand was traveling under her kurti making her squirm.
"Arsh," Faiza moaned tightly clutching his shirt.
"Arsh ki jaan," Arsh smiled and kissed her forehead.
(Arsh life)
Faiza was feeling so hot and bothered. She wasn't able to concentrate on anything as her mind was still in a daze.
Arsh catches her wrist making her cheeks warm. He took the bangles from the vanity table and helped her wearing them. Faiza was trying her best to avert her gaze away while he was smirking at her.
They are tangled, knotted, and tied to each other forever.
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