Janoon

Chapter One

A wedding is much more than just a special event. That momentous day arrives when two souls deeply in love promise to stay together and defend one another forever. A desi wedding goes well beyond the typical one-day celebration that is customary in most other cultures around the world. Instead, it is a closed family affair. Have you ever attended a wedding in Pakistan before? If not, you are undoubtedly missing out on something truly amazing. A desi wedding celebrates the unification of two families and is undoubtedly not a closed family event. It is much more than simply the bride and groom getting married.

There are a tonne of Desi weddings.

A Desi wedding, also known as a Pakistani wedding, is an extravagant and celebratory occasion that draws boisterous crowds that take part in a number of rites over the course of nearly a week. However, the drawback to this extravagant event is that the two families have to cope with months of preparation and high costs, which makes the celebration stressful for them, as they have to attend to every last detail to make it picture-perfect. Who wouldn't want a wedding that is ideal in every way, not just for the bride and groom but also for all the guests who made the extra effort to attend this once-in-a-lifetime event?

However, there are moments when all that exists is suffering, as is the case with Soumya Aradanah Rathore, who is dressed in gold and waiting for her nikah in a white wedding jodha. She is the chef in charge of her own recipe—healing a wounded heart. A combination of favourable circumstances such as pleasant music, cherished memories, self-esteem enhancement, self-love, and the encouragement of those fortunate enough to have her in their lives, followed by time. Embrace the waves. Hold off. Play some more energetic music occasionally. Accept that you are better; after all, the world needs you. And that is what she did, she chose brightness, or in other terms, to get remarried.

Soumya Point of view:

Hating my ex-husband is like a snake eating its own tail, or worse. It just keeps happening, and my pain is greater than his. Everyone indicated that it would pass and that once I found someone new, I'd move on. More than doubt lies beneath the smile I give them back. When I heard my name called, I blinked. The qazi asked if I was okay with the wedding, and as I opened my mouth to reply, I saw something startling. Dida was standing there with a sour expression on her face, her usual gentle demeanour replaced by an aura of authority.I clenched my hands tightly, wondering how I would explain this to my sister and best friend. As I slowly rose up, all eyes turned to me, but that was the least of my worries.

Then I saw those same brown eyes which took my breath away. They looked like an old barn door, with lighter hues blending into deep brown, with so much vitality still in them despite all the years of weathering. My heart constricted, and my mouth went dry, leaving me short of breath. Sultan was with my sister. What on earth was he doing? No, this was not good, and he appeared to be much happier than when I had seen him previously. For him currently, there is a different kind of glee.

"Soumya is in the nikah of Sultan!"

Every aspect of me stops as my mind falters momentarily, and my eyes take in a greater amount of light than I was expecting. I gave him the go-ahead. I told him I no longer loved him and that we were over. I stopped him from going any further. What was this, and did he actually sign those divorce papers, or did he not?

My face turned red; what's going on? A farce and how could I be married to him at all? However, having known Sultan Durani, he could have obtained anything he wanted, and he would likely have had some very good arguments if he had managed to win My Dida over. Because she changed her mind after threatening to knife him for this. I distinctly recall leaving Sultan with divorce papers in hand.