Meaning of the quotes in picture☝️:

I was raised in the swings of your arms, father

I am going to leave this street of yours, father

I shall remember these beautiful times,

Even did I wish, I could never forget you,

It's so difficult, so difficult to pull away

The bride's heart seems captivated...

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Farah's POV :-

"Ma'am, is it comfortable now?" The dresser asked as she clipped the dress from behind, I nodded.

"Girls, now let's take a selfie." Rania said.

I met her last night in the reception, where she was clinging on the newly wed groom.I got to know she is raees uncle's daughter. She kind of really annoying and I must say she doesn't hesitate before lying about anything. Attitude flows out of tongue, but I don't know what's her problem with me, she looks at me with narrowed eyes.

Allah, keep this girl away from me.

"Where is my sister, shahno?" I asked as she and her so called friends look at me.

"She? I didn't let her in."Rania said applying lipstick on her full lips, I furrowed my brows.

"What do you mean by not letting her in?" I asked as I stood up from the dressing chair.

"What~?Now you are married, today is your walima and only your inlaws will get you ready not 'your' family." She said shrugging.

"Families doesn't get their bride ready like the way you are doing, they love each other, take care of each other, will say sweet and relaxing words in their hard times." I said looking at her with teary eyes.

"Oh! My, my! Look at her, it's just a first day of her marriage and madam already got her tongue. Does Shahzaib gave you that much attention in one night that you are thinking yourself a queen." She said with disgusting eyes.

SLAP!

I slapped her across her very beautiful yet disgusting face. She looked at me with shock in her eyes.Anger boiled in her eyes, she was about to slap me back but I hold her hand jerking her away.

"Don't you dare, I am not the one who will stay under your feet." I said.

Never did in my life someone raised their hands on me, so what she think of herself?

Now, my family don't have any right on me? Is getting married means that I should forget my family, my parents, my uncle and aunty, my brothers and my sister, shahno. Tears bream down my eyes, why everything happen to us? What will my sister must have felt at the moment this stupid girl didn't let her in?

"You two sister are a piece, really disgusting one though. As she said to me to stay away from you.uh!" She said scoffing while glaring at me.

"Than what's wrong she said?" We look at the source of voice at the door, shahzaib is standing there in rage.

He was wearing silky black shirt, with same tie and pants along with Navy blue blazer and a handkerchief placed in his left chest pocket. A golden watch and silver ring in his left hand. His hair sat back as always. His hand fisted showing his white knuckles as his blue orbs locked with mine.

"Shahnoor is Farah's family and farah's family is mine, so who gave you the right to say such thing or make those stupid decisions?!" He almost yelled at her while coming forward. She didn't said anything but look down.

"Get out from here." He said to her.

"Sha-shahzaib, how can you say me to get out?" She asked him in disbelief.

"Its Shahzaib bhai, now get out. I am being kind as you are raees uncle's daughter or else..you know, right?" He said to her in a low warning tone.

She look at me with anger and left stomping out of the room with her so called friends trailing behind. He turned towards me, cupping my face with his large warm hands he rested his forehead on mine.

"Don't worry and get ready now. And don't apply too much makeup, you look beautiful without it." He said while smiling.

"Sh-shahno,"

"Don't worry wifey, I'll go and bring her here." He said backing away, I nodded than he walked away.

"Sha-Shahzaib," I called him, he stopped on his track and turned around.

"Thank you." I said with a light smile.

He smile back and left the room.

Shahnoor's POV :-

"Shahno, meri bacchi (my daughter) tell us what happened?" Ammi asked me with concern while stroking my back as I hugged her, crying.

"beta, aise roya nahi karte, huwa kiya hai? (Don't cry like this, what happened?)" Rehmat aunty asked as she sat next to me.

"A-aunty ddon't get mme wro-wrong but we sh-shoudn't had ma-married farah aaway, as now w-we don't have aany right over h-her, s-she is now n-not our f-family." I said stuttering.

"Who said that to you?" We look at the door to find Shahzaib bhai all-ready in his navy blue tuxedo, I stood up.

"Now why are you here? Go to your wife and family." I said.

"How can I, baccha? You all are here means my family is here, than how can you say to me to go away." He said with a smile while he walked in.

"No, you wanted farah. Now you have her and your raees uncle's family, than where we come?" I said with challenging eyes which are still teary.

"You?" He asked as he hold my right hand with his left one, placing it on his left chest.

"You all comes here." He said.

"See, everything is fine now. Farah is still our family, don't worry meri bacchi." Ammi said.

I look down, than look at him again. I am so embarrassed right now. He removed his handkerchief from his pocket, than he hold my chin with his left hand and cleaned my cheeks, just like last time.

"You are really is a kid, baccha. No wonder why my wife loves you so much." He said making me blush.

"Now your sister is waiting for you, shall we go to her?" He asked, I nodded.

"But I am not ready yet." I said quickly.

"Okay, I'll send akib to take you. Be ready until he comes." He said and I nodded.

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I got ready in this beautiful dress which Shahzaib bhai bought me 2 days ago. I told him not to buy it but he threatened me that if I won't wear it on walima than he will not going to talk to me. It is really beautiful dress though. It has a knee length inner made of white silk cloth, the long kurti has beautiful and heavy design made of artificial diamonds and full sleeves. It has Pakistani ankle length pajama which is also of white color. The dupatta has flares made of heavy net. I kept my hair open and did long curls at the end. I applied black eyeliner a little thick than usual, also applied pink blush on my cheeks, nose and chin. I gave the spotlight to the lips with dark cherry color.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Come in!" I said while adjusting my dupatta.

"Woah!" I look at the person who came in.

"How am I looking?" I asked while blushing.

"Gorgeous! Gorgeous love," He said coming closer, I casted my eyes down.

He slid his index finger under my chin making me look up at him.

"My love, Shahzaib bhai send me to take you to your sister for now, but Inshallah soon I'll take you to your home." He said with emotions weighing in his voice, I smile but is confused.

"My..home?" I asked.

"Hmm..The house where I live alone, you have to come soon to your home. So that you can take care of me." He said and winked at me.

Ya Allah, I must be looking like a tomato by now. What a cheesy man I have chosen for myself!

"We should leave or we'll be late." I said nervously.

"Not before taking a pic!" He said.

"And you can't deny cause no one is here." He said showing his index finger. I nodded with a smile.

He grinned taking out his phone, standing it with the support of fruit bowl he open the camera and started the timer. We stood close together.

"Hold my hand." He said quickly, I hold his left hand with my both hands. He look at me causing my gaze to be stay root with his brown loving ones.

Click!

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Akib left me in a farah's room half an hour ago, She is looking mesmerizing in off white jora (Dress). Her dress is a modern design a little off shoulder gown, showing her beautiful glowing neck and collarbone area. It has subtle design heavily detailed with pearls and beads. Her bell designed sleeves are the highlight of the whole dress up with beads hanging at the end. The same goes with her beautiful heavy dupatta. She wore a darkest shade gold rusk necklace with white pearls at the end and matching jhumars (earnings). Her hair are set all back in a high bun decorated with white and red roses. Her makeup wasn't too much but a simple Pakistani bridal makeup with highlights and blush, also dark red lipstick.

The beautiful bride I have ever witness.

"In your wedding, If possible I will do your makeup and hairstyle for you." Farah said making me feel butterflies in my stomach.

"Oh, so my shahno is blushing huh? Did your akib said something to you on the way here, hmm?" She teased me.

"No-Nothing farah, fi-first you tell me what Shahzaib bhai gave you last night?" I asked hiding my nervous feelings.

But she spaced out for a while than soon a Wide smile took place on her lips.

"He gave me the gift which not many husbands got ready to give." She said making me confuse.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Time."

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Farah's POV :-

Walima is coming to an end, everything went alright. Guests started to leave while congratulating us last time. The photographer took many photos of me with my parents, brothers, sisters, uncle and aunts, My InLaws and My husband.

It is hard to believe that I am married now but one thing is sure that I forget myself in this love, relations and marriage. Well nothing new but a girl is born to forget herself, isn't it?

'I miss you Azam.' My eyes roamed around the hall to find him but no, he isn't here.

He told me that he will come to see me before my ruqhsati . Shahzaib decided that we will depart for dublin right after walima as he has lot of work to take care of, as for my and Shahnoor's family, they will stay here 15 to 20 days more. Shahzaib convinced ammi and baba to come back to Dublin, as promised he sort out the debts even before the functions while we got to know it yesterday.

"Who are you searching for?" Shahzaib whispered in my ear.

"Sha-shahnoor." I lied.

"She is not here, she went in the dinner section to check the preparation for family dinner." He said.

"She's grown up now." I said smiling at the thought of my sister who is working hard in my wedding as promised.

"She completed her promise, didn't she?" He asked, I look into his deep ocean orbs which are shining in happiness.

"You both completed your promise, may Allah keep you happy always. Will I be able to complete my promise as well?" I asked, speaking out the rare thought of my mind.

"Of course, I trust that my wife is capable of doing everything and I will be happy cause she is with me." He said holding my hand, a warm and nervous feeling ran in my body.

"Oh, love birds lets eat something. Table is ready." Firoz said.

We stood up as he helped me with this heavy dress.

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We ate dinner, Now it's time for ruqhsati. The moment for which I am praying to Allah not to come. But as it is said it is in a daughter's faith that she have to leave everything behind and go to her home. Leaving those beautiful days, the freedom, the love, the teasing and fights with cousins, she have to become a perfect woman. Leaving the courtyard where she played, the jokes and laughs which echoed in her father's home. She have to follow the customs and manners of the society which doesn't take "The responsibility of her well being". She is doll, first of her father's doll than her husband's, just like that she wasn't asked what she wants.

I am in my room right now, everyone is rushing here and there, taking my things down to keep them in the car. Shahzaib is down as well, getting the cars ready. My brothers and brother-in-laws took my luggages down.

The girls are doing nothing but taking 'the last moment' selfie. My heart is getting heavier by each passing second, I don't want to hear those words "Its time to go". How will I say to them that "please ammi - baba don't send me off"? Please make your Farah stay here, stop here. Tell her to not to leave you. Ask Allah to make her your little farah again, please ammi ask to Allah.

The thoughts were only witnessed by my aching soul cause the words have been concealed with the darkest hands of society.

"Farah ko dupatta udha dein. (Spread the dupatta on farah)" Chachi said to ammi.

Ammi nodded and spread the same Beautiful dupatta of my so called nikah on my head, covering my face with it as well.

Everyone shifted aside as I Saw dadi maa (Grandmother) coming in with the help of my cousins holding her hand. She put her both hands on my head while stroking and crying at the same time.

"Meri bacchi, meri farah, Allah ne yeh kaisi rasm banai hai ki beti ko baba ka ghar-aagan chhod ke jana padta hai? Allah meri bacchi ko sabr dena, himmat dena ki yeh apne parivaar ko Khush rakh sake. Sasural me apne maa-baap ka audha badhaye or naam roshan kare. Aaj tu chali jayegi kal ko wo teri chhoti behen chali jayegi hamara ghar suna karke, . " She kept stroking my head and saying in her rough voice those heart touching bitter truth. I rested my head on her stomach holding her hands with mine, I cried forgetting the surroundings.

"Meri bachi~ Ab tu ja waqt hogaya hai jana ka, jaa Allah tera nigebaan hai. Allah tujhe or tere shohar ko lambi umr de. " She said, I stood up and hugged her.

"Its time to take farah bhabhi (Sister-in-law) down, cars are ready." Firoz said coming in.

"Okay we are coming." Ammi said wiping her tears. He nodded and left.

Ammi and chachi helped me to stand up as we leaved the room. They took me downstairs. I clutched on ammi and chachi's hand, they both look at me while tears formed in their eyes.

"Don't cry my daughter, every girl has to go to their own house one day." Chachi said wiping my tears under my veil.

For world, relationship like uncle and aunt or cousins may not be that close but for me they are like my second parent and sibling. Chachi always took care of me like her own daughter.

"Meri bacchi, Allah tere shohar ko tere liye aur mohabbat de. (My child, may Allah give more love in your husband's heart for you.)" Ammi said while crying.

But ammi Allah has already given him so much love for me that I couldn't give him half of it cause I love someone else.

We came outside of the palace. Everyone kept consoling me that everything will be alright, everything will be fine. But if everything will be fine than why doesn't my heart felt light?

'Cause its filled with guilt because of the pain that you will soon give your family.' my Inner voice said.

Yes, I am a selfish girl who will soon betray her family, make her parents head low, just not that their dignity, pride and even her husband's.