5: The one where the nikkah takes place
Maanta hi nhi dil tumhe bhoolne ko,
Mein haath jorta hun, woh paon parr jata hai.
(The heart doesn't agree to forget you, my joined hands beg for it to listen to me while It falls in my feet begging.)
Tomorrow was the day. The day where two different people will become one. The day in which angels themselves are the witness, The beginning of a relation that is the most purest in the eyes of Allah.
Hayat was excited but she was scared too, today she is Hayat Hashim, tomorrow she'll be Hayat Azlaan Ali.
Her long brown hairs were still wet as she had just showered. She was wearing a black kurti (long shirt) with jeans. This woman standing Infront of the mirror was just like the little girl who lost her mom, today Amna Hashim was missed dearly by her daughter.
On the other side, Azlaan entered the Prime minister's house. It was awfully quiet. He walked towards the lounge and the person he came face to face with shocked him.
"Aayla" Azlaan treaded carefully to where she stood.
"Hello Azlaan" Aayla smiled, it had been a while since she had seen him.
"What are you doing here?" Azlaan bluntly asked.
"Still straight forward as ever, I missed you so I decided to come meet you" Aayla stepped forward while keeping her hands on his chest.
Azlaan moved a step back.
Aayla frowned at him,"Something's changed" She spoke.
"Yes, Indeed. A lot of things have changed." Azlaan coldly stated.
"You have grown distant" Aayla again tried to come closer to him but he knew his boundaries.
"Of course, After all tomorrow is his nikkah" Zain, who was standing behind Azlaan made his presence known.
Aayla couldn't believe the words that came out of Zain's mouth. She quickly clutched Azlaan's hands in her hand, "Please tell me, He's lying".
"He isn't" Azlaan made it clear. Aayla was in pain and Azlaan knew that, his heart twinged, after all she was the only love of his life.
Aayla left the place immediately.
Azlaan sat down on the sofa, His head was in his hands. He was frustrated.
What was he doing ?
"Don't think about it bhai (brother)" Zain knew what was going through his brother's mind.
"I know, you don't need to tell me anything" Azlaan went straight to his room.
Life. It was cruel too.
On one side, There's a broken heart who still loves someone else while on the other side, A heart which has gone through a lot just wants love.
Azlaan couldn't love Hayat and Hayat only wanted one thing from him, Love.
Such an amazing life, The one who you love can't be yours and the one who loves you can't be loved back by you.
It was a heavy night for both of them. Both of them couldn't sleep.
The next day came quick, nobody was ready to face this day, One didn't want to change and the other didn't want their love to change.
A twisted game of cruel fate.
Hayat wore a blood red designer dress with the best embroidery, she was looking very beautiful.
Azlaan was also ready, Sitting in his room, contemplating that whether he should take this step.
They both were being selfish for their own reasons.
One wanted power,
The other wanted love.
Hayat was brought down by Bibi Ayesha, the decorations were to the bride's satisfaction.
In the middle of the room, a big red coloured clothe had separated the men and women present.
Hayat knew that her soon to be husband was seated just on the other side.
She sat down and kept her face lowered, Azlaan couldn't see her face properly but their were some traces of her beauty which the clothe couldn't hide.
The moment had arrived.
"Hayat binte Ibraheem Hashim, Kya apko Mohammed Azlaan bin Mirza Ali se nikkah qabool hai ?" ( Do you accept Mohammed Azlaan son of Mirza Ali as your husband ?)
Hayat took a deep breath.
"Qubool hai"
"Qubool hai"
"Qubool hai"
With her final words, everyone clapped happily and congratulated.
"Mohammed Azlaan bin Mirza Ali, kya apko Hayat binte Ibraheem Hashim se nikkah qabool hai?"
Azlaan couldn't form words. He remained silent, Everybody got quiet.
Azlaan looked up and hazel clashed with brown.
"Qubool hai"
"Qubool hai"
"Qubool hai"
The red cloth which was separating both of them dropped and Azlaan took a sharp breath as he took in his breathtaking wife.
Hayat Hashim was finally his, he shouldn't have felt happy but oddly he did feel happy.
Everybody started congratulating Azlaan and Hayat was taken away from there. He couldn't help but search the place for his wife.
"She is outside" Ibraheem informed Azlaan and before Azlaan could leave, Ibraheem kept a hand on his shoulder, "Take good care of my daughter".
Azlaan finally found his wife, she turned her head to look at him. Brown eyes boring into hazel ones.
"With my life" Azlaan said whilst he kept eye contact with the angel that was now truly his.
Nikkah- Marriage.