She stared at the woman in the mirror. Her eyes moistened soaking her mascara. The woman looked a little older than her in the bridal wear. Maroon lehenga, heavy jewelry and the stunning makeup made her nothing but a dolled-up bride. Half an hour later her wedding would be held.
Ashrah couldn't believe it's her reflection in the mirror. She was like an epitome of beauty. Where did her beauty hide all these years? She looked like a queen. The wedding attire really complimented her innocent beauty.
A drop of tear touched her mehndi (henna) as her gaze dropped down to her hands. She didn't know what to do next. Her only hope was Amed. She had belief in him that he would save her from the cruelty.
“Ashra,” Fariyah came to her side hurriedly.
“Bhabhi!” Ashrah stood up lifting the heavy
