Chapter Thirty Two

The bride woke up on the third morn to the wedding day. She was met by the eyes of her paternal aunties. She was more than shocked. Where was she? She was in Turgistan! And why we're they here? She hadn't seen Omar in a week because they were obviously going to get married soon, so they didn't have to see each other until the D-day.

"What...?" She could hardly complete her statement when her aunties gently pulled her off the bed amidst little screams of joy. She didn't seem to recognise them. Obviously because she hadn't know them for too long.

"Oh my dear Ilham. Look how beautiful you've grown. You've made us so proud" the first aunty whom, Ilham got to know her name as Zaliya said happily

"Oh yes Zaliya. She's just as beautiful as her mother. May Allah be pleased with her soul" the second aunty whom Ilham got to know her name as Firdaus said with joy and sorrow in her voice.

The other Aunties glared at her (Firdaus) making her mute.

"Don't mind them my dear. Let's go get you ready for your wedding!!!" The last Ajnt whom Ilham hot to know her name to be Farzanna screamed like a lovestruck teen. These ladies made Ilham blush and smile.

"Thank you Aunties" she acknowledged before giving them a group hug. The quickly pulled her to the bathroom, where a long line of beauty products from all over the world were waiting for Ilham to use them.

They put Ilham into the jacuzzi and gave her the most suiting bath she'd ever had. If all this was the preparation for the days before the wedding, then the day of the wedding itself would be a hectic job for the beautician and the bride herself.

After giving Ilham the best bath with the best Turkish and Persian soaps and medicines, Ilham noticed how her looks had enhanced. She looked almost like a princess. A princess getting married to a King. She smiled as she stepped into her sneakers. She was dressed in ripped jeans and a fairly long top with a white hijab.

Her ajnties came for her and fed her till she could have no more.

"You have to eat all of this Ilham. We don't want to give you to the King all skinny and bones" the repeated in unison. Ilham literally rolled her eyes at that and slouched to the chair she was sitting on.

After eating a whole plate of pancakes with whipped cream and a cherry, lassi(a spicy rice meal made in Pakistan), some Nutella spread bread, an egg and a glass of organic fresh orange juice, Ilham felt like the fattest woman alive. But surprisingly, her tiny remained the same size. Very glat as though she hadn't eaten anything at all.

"I'm so full Aunties. Please no more" she whined. They giggled at her and held her carefully and ushered her to a waiting Bentley car downstairs. She missed Omar so much. Just a week without seeing him and she felt like she hadn't seen him in a century.

She lay her head on the head of the seat, as she begun texting Omar. He was very quick to reply. She had been with him until she woke up one morning and he left her a note that they would meet again the following week. She's been so lonely since. She texted him

'I miss you babe'

'Tell me about it. I can't stop thinking about you'

'I want to see you'

'But Omar, we can't see each other until the wedding day'

'Ahh, I just wish that this weeks just goes by hurriedly. I miss your face baby. I miss everything about you. Especially, your pussy' he typed a cussing statement making Ilham blush.

'Stop being perverted Omar. We're getting married and you're going to have to drop some of the things you say'

'Yes mom. Anyways, I wang to see you. In fact I'll see you. And I'll see you now!'

'No Omar! Don't even dare! Don't even think of coming! Omar please...' Ilham couldn't finish her statement she Omar begun FaceTiming her. She rejected the call immediately.

'Fucking answer the call woman!😠' Omar texted and it was obvious he was very angry, but Ilham wasn't moved. She didn't answer the call.

'You won't answer eh? Then don't okay? I'm going to punish you for being a naughty little kitten. And your pussy is going to be wanting more' he texted another cussing statement. Ilham decided to ignore this message.

Her attention drifted back to her aunties who were starting at her in delight. An involuntary flush appeared on her face. Making the ladies laugh out loud.

Ilham got to the shopping mall and it was empty.

"Your husband bought the mall for you and everything in it" Aunf Farzanna answered Ilham's curiosity. Ilham smiled and nodded.

Ilham picked up everything she saw worth having. The rest of the things, was left to her aunties and her father to take care of. They hopped into the car and we're driven back to the mansion.

A whole line of beauticians, and more of Ilham's maternal and paternal family members were present. Mostly females of course. They all rushed to his her except one. One beautiful girl. A very beautiful goddess like being. She had seductive eyes and a very sexy figure. She was decently dressed and her height was about 5'2. She folded her arms before her chest and stared deeply at Ilham. Ilham knew she was in trouble. It was her very best friend and favourite cousin Kayla.

"Kayla my dearest!!" Ilham exclaimed as she run towards her childhood partner in crime. Kayla was her very first best friend and she was always Ilham's backbone when they were little. They were separated when Kayla's parents died and she had to move and live with her paternal aunty, who was a very wicked woman.

"How I've missed you baby. How are you doing Kayla!" Ilham tightened her grip on Kayla as Iman, Ilham's kitten walked proudly to Kayla and purred ad her.

I miss you more baby. But I'm so mad at you. If you were not my best friend, you'd be probably 6 feet under by now" she scolded playfully. Ilham hugged her tightly and kissed her all over her face.

The two ladies left the adults to converse amongst each other while they run to Ilham's room and spoke a lot. Ilham narrated all that happened between her and Omar and Jamal and Amir and Hayat and Levent.

Kayla was almost in tears after that. She quickly fixed herself because she didn't want her all time Best Friend feeling dull.

"Hey we're here now right? Don't worry about the past" Kayla advised as she patted Ilham on the head. Ilham was 3 years older than Kayla. Kayla was 19, whilst Ilham was now 24. It was like two sisters but their bond was the best with Hayat included.

The food to the room suddenly burst open. A running Hayat appeared. She enveloped both ladies on a tight hug.

"Hellooooo I'm Hayattttttt!!!" Hayat screamed in a greeting form. Kayla and Ilham burst out laughing. After the formal introductions, it was obvious they'd get along. They spoke for a very long while before Mrs. Bailey and Amir walked in with the kids with them

"Mama!" Mardiya and Huda screamed happily in unison. Ilham rushed to them and collected them happily while showering them with all sort of kisses and hugs. Amir and Mrs. Bailey didn't go without getting a kiss.

They all sat down and spoke while Amir went downstairs to make some calls. The aunties, cousins, nieces and all the females present, including the Queenmother (Omar's mother) and Princess Jawharat gathered together as they begun designing the henna on Ilham's palms. It was done alongside singing and dancing.

Ilham's father was there also and Omar's childhood friends.

Another female that caught everyone's eye at the ceremony was called Layla. She was the wife of Mikail, one of Omar's childhood best friend's and the most ruthless and most dangerous mafia and war lord of his generation. He was also very much richer than Omar. He was a trillion dollar worth man, in the guise of a billionaire.

Layla, according to Omar, was the one who gave him the zeal to get Ilham back when he had almost lost hope in getting back with her. Ilham stared at the 5'2 height, curvy, crystal blue eyed, angel and doll like lady who stood beside her very handsome Titan of a man husband. The looked perfect together. Mikail was very attractive and almost everyone, including the bride was drooling over him.

The doll like girl walked up to Ilham and said in a voice that was as mesmerising as ever. Not only washer looks allowing, her voice was the most captivating sound they had all heard.

"Asalamu Alaikum Ilham" Layla greeted. Ilham didn't know what came over her. She immediately enveloped Layla in a very tight hug.

"Thank you Layla. For letting Omar fight for me. Thank you so much" Ilham acknowledged as a single tear left her eye.

"Hey it's not so bad sis. We're sisters after all" Layla replied as Kayla, Hayat and Ilham hugged her once more. They introduced each other and the topic went to another of Omar's childhood friends, Eldar's woman. Her name was also Layla. She had left Eldar after losing their baby. She was tired of living in his manacle. She didn't want to live with him, if not, her baby's face would always remain in her heart.

Everyone went silent for a while. Ilham also told them about her own share of how she lost her baby. They all putied each other.

"But on the bright side, we're still alive!" Kayla exclaimed making everyone laugh and forget their worries. The preparation went on for aolonv. The other men of the ceremony, left to Omar's other mansion to help him get ready for the wedding day in two days.

It was a day to remember

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Wedding bells are ringing. Ilham was woken up by the sound of screams of jubilation. It was her big day today. It was her wedding day. Before her, stood the most beautiful women she had seen. It was embellished with beautiful diamonds from all round the world. It was Blue in colour. It was the best she ever saw.

The door to her room suddenly burst open.

"Ilham!!!" The voice of Layla, Kayla, Hayat and Jawharat came.They quickly pulled her off the bed. She said her prayers and without even getting to finish holding the prayer mat, she was pulled into the bathroom. She was bathed with a very more expensive and rare body products from Turkey, Persia, Iran, India and Egypt. They strongly enhanced her looks. Luckily for her, her nosy ahnties were not here to bombard her with flimsy questions.

More family friends were present. Layla's best friend and sister in law Mjnaiya was there, with her boyfriend Giovanni and her stepbrother Shuaib and her make best friend's who were also part of Omar's childhood best friend's. The whole Sheikh family was here. Another lady walked in and she was very beautiful. Ilham learnt that she was the Layla who was Eldar's woman before she left him after their son died. She came in with her bestfriend Muneera and a nice looking man. Elder couldn't hear his eyes off of her. He was broken after she left and so was she.

Layla(Mikail's Layla)'s stepbrother Shuaib, had eyes for one lady at the wedding. He was staring intensely at Kayla, Ilham's cousin. It was obvious that a new love story was forming.

She had her makeup done by Layla. Layla was an expert on many fields. She did Ilham's hair, nails, and make up. Whilst Hayat and Kayla made Ilham some light breakfast.

Jawharat sat down selecting the best hand fans and bags to match with Ilham's gown. Soon Ilham was ready. The elder female members came in and gasped at the goddess before them. She was outstanding. Words couldn't explain.

Ilham said a slight prayer as she was walked downstairs to where the ceremony was going on. Her aunties walked her gently to the wedding grounds. The man she was marrying, looked the most beautiful she had ever seen. His matching blue suit made him look like he was the only man in the world.

A tear dropped escaped from her light make up face. Omar saw it. As she stood before him, he gently wiped the year away. Before planting a gentle kiss on her kiss.

"Here we go baby" he whispered making another tear drop escape her face. She smiled and sat beside him before the Imam. The ceremony was done and it was the finalisation process.

"Do thee, Omar Mohammed Akhir, take Ilham Hafiz Salam as they wife?"

"Qubool Hai (I do)"

"Do there Ilham Hafiz Salam, take Omar Mohammed Akhir as thy husband?"

"Qubool Hai (I do)"

And that was it!

They were married and it was such a beautiful event to see.

The signing was done and if was official. Ilham was no longer Ilham Hafiz Salam. She was now Ilham Mohammed Akhir. She was now Omar's wife and they were going to be very happy together and Omar couldn't thank Allah enough.

It was time for the reception. The dancers were creating a dull movement with their dull dancing. That was when Layla(Mikail's Layla) walked to one of the rooms and returned with a lehenga. She begun to tutor the dancers and some other of the invited ladies how to do the belly dance well.

Muneera, Jawharat, Kayla, Munaiya and Ilham's cousins joined in how Layla taught them how to do the dance. Very soon they were dancing very beautifully to the beat of the song Burj Khalifa.

Everyone gave Layla a big round of applause and her husband Mikail looked as shocked as ever. He hugged her tightly, making her giggle and whispered something perfected into her ears making her blush, amidst the Awws from the on lookers.

Soon the songs changed from traditional to Western and other Nigerian and Ghanaian dance musics. Layla took the stage once again, bit this time in a different outfit. She thought them how to do the legwork dance moves and those types of cool dance moves.

She looked so innocent yet very guilty when it came to those dance moves. Soon the whole reception hall was full of mirth.

But the groom's mind was solely on this bride of his. He couldn't tear his eyes of her. She was finally his now.

After the while occasion that ended late into the night, Omar carried his bride to his posh waiting Lamborghini Sesto Elemento and drive her off to his new mansion.

From there, once again, the bride was claimed. It was more painful this time. It felt like she was being claimed for the first time. Obviously, because they had done the right thing, which was to marry. And now Omar had ever right over his woman.

Their bodies moved in synchronisation. They were deaf to other noises of the night apart from their own bodily noises.

"I love you Qalb (My heart)" Oamr whispered into Ilham's ear after he fell to his side of the bed.

"I love you too Omar" she whispered back before closing her eyes once more. She was his wife and he was her husband.

And they were married.

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