NIKKAH

He stood there, stuck on his place... But his gray eyes were fixed on something else or rather someone else, he was standing at a hidden spot on the second floor with his eyes glued to HIS bride, she wore a white garara adored with small, silver moons and stars, her jet black hair were so long yet wavy it reached her knees in addition her light hazel eyes were what attracted him the most, he felt himself almost wanting to drown in her eyes... It wasn't what he expected when he agreed to this wedding or when he stepped out of that room to go to attend his wedding.

Her eyes looked seductive yet innocent at the same time, She wasn't able to see him but he could see her, her eyes were lowered as she was being led to the room where imam was, she didn't look up even once at anyone... And he could tell after seeing her.

SHE FELT DIFFERENT, different from any girl he had seen no matter how much more beautiful they were than her, he was never stunned but today for the first time in his life he was stunned by the beauty of someone, she was really beautiful her features were unmatched yet it looked so compatible on her, she looked like those elves he had seen in his cousin's daughter's book.

[imam is the person that'll make them read vows just like a priest]

Irtaza was going to the wedding hall but he didn't expect to see his bride on his way moreover she was so beautiful that he now felt maybe it wasn't a loss that his first bride run away, he was quite satisfied with his current bride's appearance however it was also true he wouldn't have been unsatisfied even if his bride was ugly or average he would've accepted them but it was also true irtaza was a person who put a person's character over their appearance, now even if his bride was beautiful... too beautiful for her own good, he still had his doubts and yes he would clarify them after this marriage of his... After all what he needed was a wife not a promiscuous person... however if this bride of his wasn't a wife than don't blame him for being ruthless.

This man wasn't someone who would put his hands on something unclean, he wanted a wife who would give him everything back he could also offer... He offered a clean past therefore she had to do the same... But since it wasn't confirmed yet, therefore he had to be patient it would be good if she had a clean past but if she didn't... He wouldn't be responsible for anything that will happen... The ones responsible would be his elders not him.

He watched till she entered the room he stood there till not even her glimpse could be seen, irtaza was satisfied with her appearance but still he had no idea what her character was like... It quite made him feel less satisfied than before....what he wanted was an untouched woman, a woman with morales..a woman who knew what she wanted, a woman who could make him lower his head infront of her what he wanted was A WOMAN... YES A WOMAN.

.

.

.

"batool fatima ibin Ahasan Noor, do you accept this nikkah with irtaza Hussain shah." the imam asked the bride after they were done with all the other vows, now what was left was to agree to the nikkah and sign the marriage certificate, the marriage certificate was placed in front of her, in batool's hand was a pen she needed to sign the papers but she just couldn't bring herself to do it, her hands were trembling it was a big decision for her... Just a sign and it was all done...

Batool's mind was hazy she needed to move her hands and say those words that'll change her whole life, but again she didn't have a choice to begin with, now no matter what... She'll have to agree to it..

Her pale lips trembled, her tongue moved as she Said those big words that'll change her life:

"q-q.... abool.. H-hai"

Her eyes blurred as she spoke those words with tears trickling down from her face but no one could see it because of the veil they had put on her head.

[qabool hai: I do.. She has to say it three times.]

"... qabool... hai" she spoke not too soon after the first time, batool was able to hear her own heartbeat her mind was in chaos she at this moment really needed someone, someone who'll put their hand on her shoulder and comfort her, someone who'll tell her it was okay... Someone-no not someone She needed her parents.

"q-qabool hai" her voice held a sobbing tone that maybe no one heard or even if anyone heard they choosed not to do anything about it, at this moment her whole body was trembling, tears trickling down from her face, her hand that held the pen was shaking violently but everyone that was standing there just took it as a girl being nervous for her wedding.

Aiza stepped out and sat down beside her, she gently put her arm around batool's shoulder in addition her other hand covered batool's hand in which batool was holding the pen, she gently spoke "batool.... Please sign" batool suddenly felt herself slightly calming she just wanted to get done with this wedding now, therefore she gathered her strength and... Did what was supposed to be done.

The pen moved as batool tried to write, her eyes could only see blurry things while her hand had no strength but since Aiza gently supported her hand it helped her sign the certificate.

The silence was loud as the bride signed with difficulty, only the sound of pen scraping against paper echoed in the whole room, just as her trembling hands were done with the sign it went limp, her hand went limp, the pen rolled out of her hand and fell down... Yet no one spoke.

The imam bend down and grabbed the pen in addition also grabbed the marriage certificate from under her hand, he silently walked out of there not wanting to disturb the family, there were only five people left the bride, her aunt and her cousins... The cousins were no one but shiza's older brothers Shahan sikandar, Hamza sikandar and lastly zhaigum abbas sikandar.

Shahan had an indifferent expression like he had nothing to do with whatever was happening right now, while Hamza looked annoyed he didn't want to be here in the first place, however zhaigum was different he didn't had an indifferent expression like Shahan or an annoyed expression like Hamza instead his expression looked like he was in pain, a mixture of pain and guilt was visible on his face he was just like an open book anyone could tell what was he thinking.

He felt pain because she was in pain, he felt guilty because she was forced and he maybe could or couldn't do anything about it.

Batool slightly leaned on her aunt's shoulder, no strength was left in her, still tears were streaming down from her face but she wasn't able to make a noise even though she wanted to say something... Something? What would she even say now when everything was already done.

Batool was slightly relieved since she was finally done with this nikkah of her, she felt her body was much lighter than before... However her aunt next words really snatched her last moment of peace.

"BATOOL... WE'VE TO GO OUT IN FIVE MINUTES..."

And just like that her peace vanished with those words.

.

.

.

[NEXT FEW CHAPTERS PREVIEW]

"i-it feels weird"

"it is supposed to, at the first try"

.

.

.