Chapter 1; The Wedding.
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Shehzaan's POV.
"Shehzu!" My annoying excuse of a best friend shouted as he entered the hotel room.
I was getting married to Maleeha tonight. I couldn't help but be frustrated. I mean what have I done to deserve something like this? I thought of being successful but now, I am going to be tied down. Why me?
The rest of our squad followed as Adnan came in. They all congratulated me. I kept on a smile throughout. Except for Adnan, none of the other friends know that I am getting married for my parents. That doesn't mean I will not fulfil my duties as a husband, I will. I have learned from dad never to neglect my duties no matter what.
My dad informed me that we had to be at the masjid in a few, so I worked on getting ready. I picked my sherwani from the bed, sighing at its sight and started undressing as Adnan helped me into it. Like best man, we muslims also had a guy who would follow the groom everywhere and look after him, but was not necessarily a best man.

I glanced at myself in the mirror, happy with my look. Maleeha was in for a surprise.
We were at the masjid sooner than expected. I blow a deep breath.
Maleeha's POV.
I glanced at my reflection, while I played with my engagement ring due to nervousness. In our customs, the mother-in-laws make the bride and grooms wear the ring. So yes, I did not even see his face during our engagement. Sigh. I didn't recognise the girl in the mirror due to the fancy updo and little makeup and I hoped it was looking nice.
I glanced at myself for one last time, before my cousins escorted me to the car. I heard someone shout "hurry up, the groom's already reached." My mama pulled the duppata over my head, careful not to spoil the updo and helped me enter the masjid. My face was covered so I could sneak peaks at whoever except Shehzaan who had his face covered with a sehra.
The Imam took my acceptance to the wedding before walking to Shehzan.
"Do you Shehzaan Mustafa Khan agree to marry Maleeha Karim Wahab for a dowry of one lakh?"
"I do, I do, I do."
Shehzaan spoke into the microphone. A lot of congrats followed after that. Dowry was a must in the religion of Islam, but it was solely for the bride. For her neccessities. Like a gift from the parents. We were escorted to Shehzaan's house next for the rest of the formalities. First he was supposed to lift my veil. I was left in his room pacing around in nervousness, when the door opened. There stood the devilish Greek God. He came over to me and smiled warmly.
We sat at the bed, me keeping my head bowed, not wanting the disappointment that followed. He cracked his knuckles before lifting my veil. His fingers pulled my chin upwards so we would lock eyes.
His eyes held admiration and shock. Ofcourse, he has never seen me dressed up because I was so occupied that I couldn't have enough time for myself.
"MashaAllah..." He muttered before he left.
I heard cheering and teasing so I already knew he commented about liking the way I was dressed. All my cousins came into the room, wiggling eyebrows and teasing smiles as I blushed.
We then went into the living room where picture were taken. In between the shoot, as I looked at Shehzan, I wondered if I had any happiness in the future.
We'll just have to find out. I thought with a smile and blush creeping up my cheeks.
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