Chahat 8

Author's POV

It was finally that day, one of the most important days in an individual's life. It was the day where a girl's last name would be changed from her father's name to her husband's. The day where a man would be now considered taken. The day where 2 souls would be tied in a sacred bond.

The atmosphere was filled with immeasurable happiness, although the atmosphere also contained sparks of nervousness and those sparks belonged to none other than Hoorain. She was completely fine when she woke up in the morning but as time went on, her hands started getting cold out of nervousness.

It was a huge step in life for her. She knew she was not going to regret it, she couldn't afford to. In the storm of emotions, there was a huge part of her that was really happy about this marriage. Asfandyar was the perfect 'husband material', he was tall, handsome, rich, cared for her and was romantic.

Talking about Asfandyar, he was beyond ecstatic. He had waited for this day for more than 5 years and he wasn't known for being patient at all. It was the longest he had waited for something or rather someone.

Everyone was getting ready for the Nikkah, which was going to be held at a venue chosen by both sides. It was an indoor venue that really attracted one's attention.

(A/N: These were inspos but you will see the actual venue in the pics that I thought of Hoorain & Asfandyar.)

The event did not consist of much, it just involved the nikkah being read and then a photoshoot of the bride and groom while the guests had food served. The rukhsati was supposed to be held tomorrow so Hoorain would return to the Alam mansion after the event.

The event was supposed to end early so that everyone had time for tomorrow's event. Hoorain had just changed, she was in her room as the makeup artists were called at the mansion. She came out of her bathroom and was immediately hugged by Jaziba.

"You look drop dead gorgeous Mashallah." Jaziba said as soon as she pulled back from the hug. "Thanks yaar" Hoorain replied.

(A/N: This is what I thought of Hoorain's dress, just with a less revealing neckline. If you don't find it according to your taste, you are welcome to imagine whatever you like.)

He relished all the times he carried her when she was small, the time he would drop her off at her school, the time she made a roti for the first time and she cried because it wasn't round. He remembered the times she used to give him a card on father's day and all the birthdays when she would bake him a cake. The happiness and raunak of his house was going.

He did not want to cry so he just blessed her and went out of the room with Mrs. Alam not before saying they had 10 minutes.

"Ok let's go Hoorain. We don't want Asfandyar Bhai getting old waiting for you." Jaziba said, trying to lighten up the mood.

Hoorain took deep breaths and went out. She was ready for this. Not dwelling on much thoughts, she quickly held her lehenga and went outside. The dress sure was pretty but it was very heavy too.

She went downstairs and sat in the car with Jaziba in the backseat with her and Mr. and Mrs. Alam at the front. "Baba gana laga den." Hoorain blurted out. (Baba plays some music.)

This took everyone off guard and everyone started laughing. "Hum tumhare Nikkah pe jaa rahe hain Hoorain. Thori akal karo." Mrs. Alam said lightheartedly. (We are going to you Nikkah Hoorain. Have some sense.)

"Han to Nikkah pe hi jaa rahe hain, janaze pe thori jaa rahe." Hoorain replied.(We are going to my Nikkah not for my funeral.)

Mrs. Alam just shook her head as Mr. Alam let out a hearty laugh and turned on the radio. The rest of the car ride was spent talking about random stuff and they soon reached the venue.

Before they got out of the car, Mrs. Alam and Jaziba put a ghoonghat on top of Hoorain's head, partially hiding her face. Hoorain was then quickly escorted on one side of the nikkah flower partition. (ghoonghat-veil)

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Asfandyar was happy beyond expectation. His happiness had no bounds and according to him, it was the best day of his life. He was already at the venue in a white coloured men's traditional attire. His attire was matching with his dushman-e-jaan and he could not wait to see her.

He was informed that she would be here anytime now and he was running here and there to make sure everything was perfect. "Suno, wo flower partition mazboot henna? Gire ga to nahi?" Asfandyar asked Wali and the event organizer. (Listen, the flower partition is strong right? It won't fall right?)

"Yes sir, ap fikr na karein sb theek he." The event organizer tried to reassure him. (Yes sir, don't worry everything is perfect.)

Asfandyar nodded his head and went away with Wali. "Aj mere bhai ko ziada hi fikr he. Tension na le ya warna nikkah se pehle hi burha ho jaye ga." Wali tried to reassure him while patting his back. (Today my brother is very worried. Don't worry dude or you'll get old before your Nikkah.)

Asfandyar hummed as he was approached by his mother. "Asfandyar beta, ap apni taraf jaa kr beth jayo Hoorain beti aa gayi he." Mrs. Mir informed him. (Asfandyar, go sit at your side of the partition, Hoorain is almost here.)

Asfandyar's heart started to race after hearing that she was here, his jaan. "Jee theek he." Asfandyar immediately replied to Mrs. Mir and hurried towards his side of the flower with Wali beside him as his best man. As everyone saw him come and sit down, they also started to gather around the area.

Soon after, the doors of the venue opened and a glorious looking angel walked in. Asfandyar's breath got stuck in his throat. He couldn't get the perfect view of her because of the flower partition and her ghoonghat which he wanted to remove so badly. All he wanted to do was to rip through the flower partition, remove her ghoonghat and kiss her senselessly.

But he knew that he had to control until she was legally his, which wasn't too far. He saw as she walked towards him, with the help of her bridesmaid and mother, till she was in front of him and sat down, just ordinary flower garlands hanging between them.

He was constantly staring at her as Hoorain had her eyes lowered, she couldn't meet his intense gaze. As soon as she entered the venue, she could feel his intense gaze on her. She looked up once and caught a glance of him, thanks to the ghoonghat she did not have to face the embarrassment of checking him out.

Asfandyar cleared his throat as the qazi started their nikkah, "Hoorain Baig Alam wald Zaheer Alam, kya apko Asfandyar Akbar Mir wald Abbas Mir sikka e rajjul waqt 25 lakh mehr ke saath qubool he?" (Hoorain Baig Alam daughter of Zaheer Alam, do you accept nikkah with Asfandyar Akbar Mir son of Abbas Mir with haq mehr paid in cash of 25 lakh?)

"Qubool hai, Qubool hai, Qubool hai." (I accept)

The qazi got the form signed by the bride and moved to the other side of the flower partition to Asfandyar's side.

"Asfandyar Akbar Mir wald Abbas Mir, kya apko Hoorain Baig Alam wald Zaheer Alam sikka e rajjul waqt 25 lakh mehr ke saath qubool he?" (Asfandyar Akbar Mir son of Abbas Mir, do you accept nikkah with Hoorain Baig Alam daughter of Zaheer Alam with haq mehr paid in cash of 25 lakh?)

"Qubool hai, Qubool hai, Qubool hai." (I accept)

Everyone erupted in cheers and started congratulating each other. Hoorain had a few tears in her eyes, as her parents came and hugged her. Asfandyar got up and parted the flower garlands and stood in front of Hoorain as he lifted her ghoongat and placed a lingering kiss on her forehead, relishing the moment.

He bent down and whispered in her ear, "Nikkah Mubarak Mrs. Hoorain Asfandyar Mir." (Happy Nikkah Mrs. Hoorain Asfandyar Mir.)

The couple didn't have much time together after that, they were rushed to the photoshoot. After the photoshoot everyone retired to their home for the rukhsati tomorrow.

(A/N: I AM SO SORRY I COULDN'T FIND BETTER IDEAS 😭😭😭😭😭. You are welcome to imagine anything you like.)

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Hoorain had returned from her photoshoot and it was late evening, almost night. She was removing her makeup and pins on her own. She had a permanent smile on her face as she recalled all the events that took place today. In the morning she was just Ms. Hoorain Baig Alam and now she is Mrs. Hoorain Asfandyar Mir, it had a nice ring to it.

As this thought crossed her mind, she covered her face with both of her hands and squealed. She immediately realized that she had to remove the 100 pins in her hair which was a very hard task. When she was done, she went towards her balcony and took deep breaths breathing in the fresh air, gazing at the ring that now adorned her finger. The ring that gave her a new status, the simple piece of jewelry that wasn't on her finger about 2 weeks before.

Avoiding further thoughts, she said a quick 'Alhumdullillah', thanking her Lord, she went for a shower unaware of the man who was dying to see her.

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On the other hand, Asfandyar was really happy but a little pissed because although he was with his Ain the whole time, he did not get to talk to her because the stupid photographer said the pictures would turn out bad. *Insert eye roll*

He was hell bent on seeing her as he had a gift for her, so he called her because he was outside the Alam mansion but Hoorain did not pick up. He tried 3 times but she still didn't pick up. He waited for 10 mins thinking that she may be busy and after trying for 8 times he started to get worried. He decided to check on her himself but couldn't just waltz in through the front door so he did what first came to his mind.

Hoorain came out of the shower and was drying her hair when she checked her phone and saw 8 miss calls from Asfandyar, she was about to call him when she felt arms snaking around her waist.

She opened her mouth to scream when a hand covered her mouth and pushed her against the wall so that she was trapped in between the guy and the wall. "Main hi hoon meri jaan." Asfandyar whispered to let her know that it was just him. (It's just me, my love.)

Hoorain calmed down hearing it was just him but was still on alert. Asfandyar removed his hand from her mouth to let her speak. "Ap? Is waqt? Ap andr kese aye? Ap-" Hoorain bombarded him with questions but was silenced by Asfandyar's finger on her lips. (You? At this time? How did you come in?)

"Hmm, mein balcony se aya hoon apni biwi se milne." Asfandyar replied as he leaned down to nuzzle his nose in the crook of her neck. (Hmm, I came from the balcony to meet my wife.)

Asfandyar had a hold on her waist, keeping her in place as he kept nuzzling her neck. "Yeh aap ki...kia kr ra...he he- ah" Hoorain gasped as Asfandyar placed an open mouth kiss on her neck. (What are yo...you do..doing-)

Hoorain had a hold on his shoulders trying to push him back. "Koi..koi dekh lega." Hoorain whispered. Asfandyar sighed and retreated but did not leave his hold on her. (As..Asfandyar some..someone will see.)

"Dekh lein, meri hi biwi ho." Asfandyar replied calmly. (Let them see, you are my wife.)

"Asfandyar, mein kl rukhsat ho jayoon gi, kal tak intezar kar lo please." Hoorain tried to convince him, she was panicking as she had never been this close to him before. (Asfandyar, I will be coming to you tomorrow so please wait till tomorrow.)

Asfandyar joined his forehead with hers and relaxed. "Dobara Kaho" Asfandyar demanded. (Say it again.)

"Ki..kia?" Hoorain replied, not sure about what he wanted. (Wh..what?)

"Mera Naam." (My name.)

There was a brief pause before Asfandyar squeezed Hoorain's waist urging her as he stared deeply in her eyes.

"Asfandyar." Hoorain whispered shyly looking down.

"Dobara.." Asfandyar demanded as he tilted her chin up. (Again..)

"Asfandyar."

Asfandyar hummed as he dipped down for a kiss and Hoorain closed her eyes waiting for his luscious petals.

Knock knock

Hoorain turned her head towards the door and Asfandyar's lips came in contact with her cheek instead. Hoorain realized what she was about to do and started pushing Asfandyar away so that no one saw him.

But on the contrary, Asfandyar didn't want to pull back but had to not before he placed a kiss on her ear. Hoorain was trying to push Asfandyar to the balcony, to get him to go back but he wasn't having it. He had a tight grip on her waist as he placed his head on her shoulder.

"Hoorain...sb theek to he? Koi help to nahi chahiye?" Came Mrs. Alam's voice. (Hoorain... is everything ok? Do you need any help?)

"Jee ammi, sab theek he. Ap so jayein men kapre change kr rahi." Hoorain made an excuse so that she could get this dude who was her husband out of her room. (Yes mom, everything's fine. You should sleep, I am changing my clothes.)

Asfandyar finally gave up, leaving a last kiss on the side of her neck, he gave her the gift box and climbed down the balcony as if he had never came. Hoorain watched him go and waved to him when he turned to look at her.

Just like that the night ended with two souls being at peace of finally being each other's. Love is a beautiful yet complicated feeling that takes time, a person can be in love without realizing it or may not be love while believing they are. It is possible to fall in love with the wrong person or the right one.

All the facts and types of love but this was a love that could only be described by the people who were experiencing it.

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Assalamualaikum!!!!

I hope everyone is great. I will start of by apologizing, I went MIA for a while. School was really rough. I had an essay to write which was so stressful but I am back now and I will try to update every week like before.

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Next update will be end of week, if possible. Till then Allah Hafiz lovely readers !!!!!!!!! <3