26 November 2019

Hey, guys! Sorry for the wait, but I've been busy lately. I hope you're all well! Part 2 of Alayna and Zayan's wedding, I hope you all love it! Alayna's Rukhsati song above.

"You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known - and even that is an understatement." - F. Scott Fitzgerald

Zayan's POV

I'm married. I'm married to Alayna, and it feels like a dream. It doesn't feel real at all, and I don't think it will, until I see her.

Hanna and Laiba Bhabhi have been constantly teasing me since we reached the wedding venue, telling me that Alayna looks absolutely perfect. About that, I have no doubt. I know that she must be looking absolutely beautiful, I know she's made the most beautiful bride this world has ever seen. My bride.

My wife.

I thought that once my Nikah would be done, I'd be feeling afraid. I thought that I'd feel worried, nervous. But I don't. Not at all. I feel immense happiness that I've never felt before. I feel excited to see Alayna. I smile.

Any second now, I'll see her.

I'm sitting on stage with my family, and we're waiting patiently for Alayna to come.

It feels like I've been waiting an eternity.

Yes, I'm the same guy who just a couple of months ago hated the idea of marriage. And now, I'm married and I've never felt happier. I feel complete, in a weird way. I feel as though Alayna has filled a very important space in my life and in my heart.

She's changed my life completely. She's completely changed me, too. I feel as though I'm a better person because of her.

'Zayan Bhai, you've been staring at the door for the past ten minutes. Don't worry, she's coming,' Hanna teases, elbowing me in my side.

"Shut up, Hanna," I mutter, shaking my head at my sister.

'She looks gorgeous, you know,' she continues.

"I have no doubt about that, Hanna."

'Aww! You're a goner, Bhai!'

I ignore her, trying to control myself from tapping my feet on the ground. I can't be more patient now. Alayna, come quickly.

Laiba Bhabhi starts to say something to tease me, but the next thing I'm aware of is the door at the far end of the hall opening. I stand to my feet.

She's standing in between Uncle and Yusuf, holding their arms. Her gaze is trained to the floor, she's blushing.

She looks perfect. She is perfect. Absolutely stunning. I can't take my eyes off her when I see her. I've forgotten everything and everyone else. It's only me and Alayna.

She starts to walk down the aisle with Uncle and Yusuf, and she doesn't lift her gaze from the floor.

She looks breathtaking. She looks like an angel. She's no doubt the most beautiful girl in the world. She has no idea of the effect she has on me.

She's wearing the most beautiful red bridal lehenga, and she's adorned with elegant and dazzling jewellery pieces. As she walks closer, I see that her makeup and hair have been done to perfection. She looks absolutely perfect. Alayna's the epitome of beauty.

My heart skips a beat when she looks up, just for a millisecond. She glances at me, before she catches me staring right back at her. She quickly looks away, her cheeks reddening. How I love that blush of hers.

I smile, loving the effect that I have on her. I love making her blush. It's only with me that she blushes like this.

'Zayan, you're gone,' Laiba Bhabhi whispers into my ear, laughing quietly.

I turn towards Laiba Bhabhi for a short second and frown. She laughs at me, pulling my cheek. Although she's two years younger than me, she's always been like an older sister to me. I respect and love her very much.

'She looks beautiful, right?' She continues to tease. Hanna winks at me.

I nod. "She looks perfect," I reply.

Then, I look towards Alayna again. This is the best feeling in the world. Seeing Alayna walk down the aisle towards me after our Nikah. She's mine now. She always has been, but now she's mine in front of the world too.

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Alayna's POV

'Dad? Yusuf Bhai? Don't let me fall, please,' I whisper quietly as I start my walk down the aisle.

I don't dare to look up. I can't. I feel way too nervous to look at Zayan just yet. I wonder how he must be feeling right now?

He must have seen me by now. I hope he likes how I'm looking. I want to look up, I want to see him, but I'm a nervous wreck right now. My thumping heart isn't helping at all.

"Have we ever let you fall, sweetheart? We'll never let you fall," Dad replies, his voice full of emotion.

I swallow a lump in my throat, not wanting to get emotional right now. Everyone can see me right now. Zayan can see me.

I start hearing the whispers from the guests, and they make me feel even more jittery.

She looks absolutely stunning. Alayna looks beautiful!

They really make the perfect couple, right? Alayna and Zayan both look amazing.

Look at that lehenga! It must have costed a huge fortune. Of course it would have, though. It's...wow!

She's the most beautiful bride. She looks like a princess.

This is better than the royal wedding!

The way Zayan is staring at her is adorable. If only my husband had looked at me like that on my wedding day. I wish them all the happiness in the world.

What? Zayan's staring at me? My cheeks heat up, and I bite my lip to control the smile that's fighting my lips. I'm a bundle of nerves right now. I'm holding onto Dad and Yusuf Bhai so tightly, I'm probably cutting off their oxygen.

Yusuf Bhai bends his face to my ear and whispers. "Don't you want to look at your husband?"

My husband. Zayan's my husband. I feel as though it's all happened so fast, but at the same time, I feel as though I've waited forever for this.

I shake my head furiously, making him chuckle. "He looks good, I have to say," Yusuf Bhai tells me.

My cheeks burn bright scarlet. I don't raise my gaze from the floor. I can't. I'm way too nervous.

I continue to walk down the aisle, listening to all the whispers and sweet compliments from the guests.

I want to see him, but my nerves.. my heart...

We're over halfway down the aisle when I finally raise my gaze, looking at Zayan for the first time as my husband.

When I sneak a peek at him, my face burns bright when I see him staring right back at me. His face is filled with so many different emotions. He gives me a breath taking smile when he sees me look at him.

I blush harder, trying to look away from him but unable to do so.

I can't look away from him. He looks perfect. He looks better than ever, in his light gold embroidered designer sherwani. He looks so damn good. I try to fight the grin that's breaking out on my lips.

The most handsome, the sexiest groom in the world. Mine.

I can't believe he's my husband. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. This all feels like a dream, too good to be true.

I forget everything else as I continue to stare shamelessly at Zayan. I can stare at him all I want now. He's my husband.

Zayan's eyes are boring into mine, his blue-brown eyes captivating and dazzling.

His gaze sends a delicious shiver down my spine, through my entire body. Every part of me is aware of his presence right now. Nothing else matters. Right now, it's only me and him.

We soon reach the end of the aisle, and I'm surprised by how soon we've reached. I guess I was too busy staring at Zayan and blushing like crazy, to be aware of anything else.

I'm standing in front of the stage, less than five metres away from Zayan who's standing on stage with his family. My gaze is now back to the ground, as I'm suddenly feeling very shy again. I'm blushing like crazy as we stand in front of the stage.

'Are you ready, sweetheart?' Dad whispers to me gently. I nod slightly, my cheeks burning even brighter.

He kisses the top of my head, and I look up at him. My heart breaks when I see his love-filled eyes filled with tears to the brim. I hold onto his hand tighter, not wanting to let go. Not wanting to leave him. How can I leave my family, who I've lived with for my whole life?

'I love you, Alayna. Always,' he says to me, his voice breaking.

I blink back my tears before answering. "I love you more, Dad." My voice is full of emotion and heartbreak.

Dad smiles towards Zayan, who steps down and stands in front of me. I'm staring at his feet, not brave enough to look up at him.

'Zayan, son, I'm giving you my princess. My most prized possession. Please take care of her always. You're the only man I trust for her,' Dad says seriously, before giving Zayan a small smile.

"Of course, Uncle. Alayna will be my queen. I promise to always care for her and cherish her with my heart." I hear Zayan answer in a gentle, calm voice. Hearing his voice sends my heart thundering in my chest. I can hear my heartbeat loudly in my ears.

'Zayan, I know you're a good man, I trust you with Alayna. But, I hope you know that if she's ever sad, if I ever see a single tear in her eye, no one will be worse than me,' Yusuf Bhai says seriously.

My cheeks burn as I try to control my smile. Always the lovely, protective brother. I love him so much, though. I'm probably going to miss Yusuf Bhai the most. I've always been the closest to him.

"Yusuf, you don't need to worry about that. I'll do everything I can to make Alayna happy. I promise." Zayan's voice is gentle and friendly.

Dad and Yusuf Bhai give Zayan a friendly, manly hug before Dad places my hand in Zayan's. When I feel his touch, when I feel his hand envelop mine, I jump with shock. The strongest current runs through my hand, my arm and through my whole body.

Yusuf Bhai and Dad kiss me on my forehead, before Zayan helps me onto the stage, not letting go of my hand. I don't let go, either.

I hold his hand with my right one, and with my left hand I hold my lehenga to help myself up.

The guests all burst into a round of applause when me and Zayan stand together on stage, and he helps me take a seat on the decorated couch. He takes a seat next to me.

My gaze is in my lap, and I'm blushing uncontrollably. I can feel his eyes on me, I'm too nervous to look up. I finally, reluctantly let go of his hand because mine is sweating profusely. His touch is doing crazy things to me.

"You look absolutely beautiful, Alayna," he whispers slowly, his voice laced with several emotions.

I bite my lip with nervousness, my blush brightening. I gather the courage to look at him, and when I do, I'm lost.

He looks so handsome. So perfect.

He's wearing a light gold sherwani which is beautifully embroidered. It matches my jewellery perfectly. He has some light stubble on his face, just as I like it, but it's neat. His dark hair is tousled, messily styled. It looks perfect.

And his eyes.

His dazzling blue-brown eyes are filled with various emotions, some of which I cannot decipher, but I can decipher one. Happiness. His eyes are filled with happiness, and his smile tells me the same. His full, soft pink lips are pulled up into a gentle smile. It makes me feel giddy.

He's perfect.

'You don't look too bad yourself,' I whisper back, biting my lip nervously.

His eyes darken, and he softly chuckles. "Why, thank you Alayna. But believe me, no one can match your beauty. Every single person here today can see that you're the most beautiful bride in the world. The most beautiful girl in the world."

My heart starts to race faster, as I forget the rest of the world. I forget everyone else. I forget that we're sitting on stage on our wedding day. Right now, it's just me and him.

I look down into my lap, playing with my fingers as my face burns bright scarlet.

Zayan chuckles again, shaking his head.

I'd never, ever thought that I'd be such a shy, blushing bride on my wedding day. I'd always thought that I'd be the kind of bride who was extremely confident and chatty, even on her wedding day. But I'd never known that my husband would be Zayan.

Husband.

He's my husband.

My heart rate starts to accelerate even more, and I almost place a shaky hand on my chest to calm it.

The photographer starts to take photos of me and Zayan, and this makes me even more shy.

After nearly ten minutes of photographs, the guests start to come onto the stage to congratulate us.

I thank them politely and quietly, and me and Zayan both receive hundreds of kisses and hugs. It's crazy. Overwhelming. But it's sweet.

Hanna, Laiba, Aliya and Sara have come onto stage to take photos with us, when Zayan whispers something into my ear. His lips are extremely close to my earlobe, it makes me shiver. In a good way.

'Alayna?' He whispers, his voice gentle yet husky.

"Yes?" I answer extremely quietly, making him the only one who hears me. I don't look up from my lap.

'You're beautiful,' he says, clearing his throat slightly.

My cheeks burn bright scarlet, and I bite my lip to hide my smile. How does he always so easily make me feel this way?! I discreetly kick his foot, making him chuckle loudly.

The girls look towards us in confusion, and I ignore them.

'Yes, you're definitely the same Alayna,' he whispers a few seconds later, shaking with silent laughter.

I look up at him and glare at him. This makes him smirk.

"Do you want another kick?" I whisper to him.

His eyes shine bright with amusement. 'Go on.'

"No."

'Even receiving a kick from the most beautiful girl makes me feel special today,' he says when the girls walk off the stage.

Oh, my god.

I don't even know what to say in reply to that. My face is brighter than the reddest tomato right now, and everyone can see that.

Zayan loves teasing me, though. That's for sure.

Next, we have a small photo shoot on stage with our close family and friends. Everyone keeps complimenting us, and it makes me slightly emotional. They're too sweet.

For one photo, me and Zayan are standing in the middle, with Hanna and Aliya standing beside me, and Sara and Laiba standing beside Zayan. Hanna and Aliya are whispering amongst each other the entire time, they're planning to sabotage our wedding night. They're planning on 'hiding under the bed' or 'behind the curtains'.

When I hear Aliya whisper the words 'wedding night' to Hanna, I burst out into a coughing fit. Hanna starts to rub my back to calm me, and in return, I shoot her and Aliya the dirtiest glare I can muster.

'Are you okay, Alayna?' Zayan asks, concerned.

I look towards him and nod slightly. He looks worried, but at the same time, he has a small smirk playing on his lips. His eyes are shining with mischief.

Oh, god.

He heard everything Aliya and Hanna were saying, clearly.

The pair grin at me, and I glare at them again.

However, Zayan soon realises how embarrassed I'm feeling and he tries to make me calmer.

"Hungry?" He asks me, smiling.

I nod. 'A little bit.' Well, I was hungry, before Hanna and Aliya decided to have a casual chat about my wedding night. Which is in less than a couple of hours.

It's time for dinner after the photo shoot. Me and Zayan sit at the huge, long table at the front of the hall with our family and friends. I'm so glad that Mum and Aunty sit near us, because Hanna and Aliya are sitting very close to us, and they were starting to talk on the same topic again.

Mum and Aunty are talking to each other excitedly, saying how happy they are about our marriage. Our families have now become even closer than they already were. They're happy, but right now, I feel like I'm the happiest girl in the world.

Yes, I'm emotional, but I'm very happy at the same time. I honestly couldn't ask for a better life partner than Zayan. He cares a lot about me, as I do for him. I don't know what exactly it is that I feel towards him, but I sure as hell know that I've never felt this way before.

Zayan's made me feel things I didn't know were even possible to feel.

I hardly eat anything, as I no longer feel very hungry. I'm lost in my thoughts. I eat two spoonfuls of biryani, before I start to feel slightly nauseous. I don't think I can eat anymore. Don't get me wrong, the food looks and smells delicious. But I'm not really hungry anymore.

"Alayna, you've hardly eaten. Aren't you hungry?" Zayan asks me, concerned.

I shake my head, blushing. 'Not really.'

"I know you haven't eaten much the whole day. You'll fall sick if you don't eat," he says. Then, he adds, "Eat three more spoonfuls. For me. Only three."

I frown, shaking my head. Then, I see the sad expression on his face so I nod. 'Okay.'

I eat three small spoons of biryani, and he grins at me. He's poured me a glass of orange juice, my favourite, and he hands it to me.

I drink the orange juice, realising how dry my throat had been. The cool orange juice feels like heaven.

After dinner, Zayan takes my hand and leads me back onto the stage. Everyone starts coming to us and gives us gifts, before sitting with us shortly to be a part of our wedding video.

My parents come to us first. They gift me the most stunning diamond jewellery set, and Zayan a Rolex watch and new car. Next, Aunty and Uncle come to us, with the biggest smiles on their faces. They gift us keys to a holiday cottage in the countryside, and also a gold jewellery set to me. It's so beautiful.

Our siblings, close friends and finally the other guests come to us, giving us lots and lots of lovely gifts.

It's nearly 11pm when the guests start to leave. When they start to leave the venue, I feel my heart constrict with pain. My lips suddenly start to feel dry, and I lick them. I feel a headache starting and I lean back against the couch.

Zayan looks at me and grabs my hand. His eyes are full of worry. 'Alayna, is everything okay? Are you not feeling well?' He asks me.

"No, no. I-I'm feeling fine. I'm okay," I say, my voice breaking slightly.

It's time for my Rukhsati. I didn't want to cry, but I know that I won't be able to control my tears. They're already threatening to spill. I feel my heart break into a million pieces as I see Mum and Dad walk towards me. I tighten my hold on Zayan's hand, not knowing what to say, not knowing what to do.

This is the most difficult time in every girl's life. It's not fair. It's not fair how every girl has to leave her family, leave the only home she's ever known to be her own.

I feel overwhelmed with emotion right now. I can't look at my parents, otherwise I'm going to break right away.

Zayan starts to rub small circles at the back of my hand to calm me, but right now nothing works.

Mum and Dad come onto the stage, and Dad takes a seat next to me. My heart starts to race frantically, and it hurts. Everything hurts. He gives me a small, sad smile and he helps me up. My legs are shaking like crazy, and they nearly give way when I see the tears in my parents' eyes. I try my best to hold in my tears when Dad helps me walk off stage, but I can't control myself today.

Tears start to pour down my face like a waterfall when Mum wraps me into her warm, loving embrace. I hold her tightly, crying into her chest. My entire body is racking with emotion, I can't control my emotions at all. Not today.

'Mum,' I whisper, my voice breaking.

She kisses the side of my face, holding me for a few seconds longer. When she finally breaks the hug, her tears are pouring down her cheeks too. "I love you, Alayna. So much." Her voice breaks, as does what's left of my heart.

'I love you more, Mum. So much. Always,' I say, hugging her again.

I hug her for what feels like a few minutes but not at all enough. When we break the hug, she wipes away my tears with trembling fingers, and she musters a small smile.

I don't know how I manage to smile back at her, but I do.

How can I leave Mum and go? How can I leave my family and my home? How can I start a completely new life with a new family?

This is the most difficult thing I've ever experienced in my entire life. I just love them so much. Mum, Dad, Sara, Yusuf Bhai.. how can I leave them?

"Please don't cry, my love. You'll always be happy with Zayan. You can come home whenever you want, you have two homes now. I love you so much, so much more than you can ever imagine." She kisses me forehead, and I lean into her, resting my forehead with hers.

I sigh, forcing a smile. I need to stop crying. I can't cry harder, because I know that Mum will break completely. She's holding herself together with so much difficulty.

Next, some of my extended family come to me and give me hugs, kisses and their warmest blessings. I succeed in holding my tears, until Sara comes to me.

She attacks me with the biggest, tightest hug which I return right away. My tears are uncontrollable when I feel her tears soak into my shoulder. I gently kiss the top of her head, my entire body shaking with emotion.

When I break the hug, she's trying her best to hold in her tears. She gives me a small smile, before wiping my tears away. She tucks a free strand of hair behind my ear, before sighing. 'I'm gonna miss you, Alayna. So much.'

More tears spill out of my eyes as I hug her again, close. "I'm gonna miss you more, Sara. I love you." My voice is a quiet whisper, and it breaks in every word I speak.

'I love you too, sis,' she says, breaking the hug and wiping her eyes. She grins at me. 'I'm upset, but I'm so happy for you. For both of you. I have another brother now. You'll always be happy with Zayan. You're both perfect for each other.'

I give her a small smile, blushing slightly.

"Have fun tonight!" She whispers into my ear, before making space for Dad.

My cheeks are bright red after she says this, and I shake my head with amusement. I don't want to think of tonight just yet.

My tears spill once more when Dad hugs me, kissing my forehead gently. I hug him back, closing my eyes and loving the feel of his warm, protective embrace. Dad's embrace has always made me feel better when I'm down, from childhood. But not today. Today, I feel like my heart has broken, shattered, vanished out of my chest. I break down completely when Dad hugs me, and I clutch onto his strong arms for support. I feel like I'd fall to the ground if he wasn't holding me up.

This hurts. This hurts so damn much, and it's not fair. I cry into Dad's chest, and he holds me silently, kissing the top of my head.

I've always been Dad's princess. A daddy's girl. And I always will be.

'Please don't cry, sweetheart,' Dad says as I break the hug reluctantly. His eyes are bloodshot red, filled with tears to the brim. It breaks me even more seeing him like this. Seeing him so upset. I'm going to miss him so much.

He wipes away my tears gently, giving me a soft smile. 'Dad, I'm going to miss you,' I whisper, my voice breaking.

A tear spills out of his eye and I shake my head, wiping it away as quickly as it appears. I can't see him cry. He's the strongest man I know.

"I'm going to miss you too, my princess. Stay happy always. Nothing will make me more happy than seeing the smile on your face everyday. I know you'll always be happy with Zayan. He's the only man I trust for you," Dad says, smiling at Zayan.

He gives Zayan a friendly, manly hug. 'Uncle, I promise to never break your trust. It means the world to me, as does Alayna. Don't worry, we'll always come over to annoy you all.'

I chuckle at that, as does Dad. "We don't mind being annoyed at all by you, Zayan."

Zayan smiles, placing a hand on Dad's shoulder. 'I'll do everything possible to make Alayna happy, Uncle. I can't see her upset. She means a lot to me.'

Dad nods, smiling at both of us. "I know, son. She'll be just fine with you."

Zayan nods, hugging Dad again.

Aliya and her family come to me next, and I try my best to control my tears. Aliya is very upset, and it's not good for her health at all at a time like this. She should be happy, not upset. I hold in my tears with a lot of difficulty when she hugs me, crying into my shoulder.

My eyes are filled with tears, but they don't spill. I wipe away her tears, tell her to smile and stay happy for herself and for the baby.

'Aliya, shh. I'm just fine, honestly. Please don't cry, lovely. Take care of yourself and the baby. Don't cry,' I whisper, wiping away her tears.

She kisses my cheek and hugs me once more. "I'll miss you so much. These last few weeks, we spent so much time together."

'I'll miss you too, Aliya. And we'll spend so much more time together. Just because I'm married, it doesn't mean that we won't spend time together! Don't worry!' I say, grinning at her through my tears.

Hanna's standing beside Aliya, comforting her, but she has tears streaming down her own face. I smile at that. I've married her brother, but she's still crying at the time of my Rukhsati.

Everyone comes to me with hugs and blessings, and I look around the venue.

'What's wrong, Alayna?' Mum asks, wiping her tears.

"Yusuf Bhai. Where's Bhai? I can't leave without saying goodbye to him," I whisper, my heart aching.

I finally see him seated at the side of the hall, alone. He's looking towards the ground, and it breaks my heart.

I walk towards him, calling his name. 'Yusuf Bhai.'

He looks up towards me, lost in thought. His eyes are bloodshot red. He's trying his best to control his tears and not cry in front of me.

He stands up, walking towards me. He gives me a tiny smile.

I frown. 'Why are you sitting here all alone? Did you really think I would go without saying goodbye to you?'

He shakes his head, holding me gently by the shoulders. He looks proud of me. "Come here, sis." His voice breaks as he puts his arms around me, hugging me close.

I hug him back, crying into his hard, strong chest. He kisses the top of my head, and I can feel his tears soak through my dupatta.

'I'm gonna miss you the most, Bhai,' I whisper, not wanting to let go of him. I've always been the closest to Yusuf Bhai from my whole family. He's always supported me in everything, he's always protected me and helped me. He's always taken care of me, and thought of me before himself. He's the best big brother anyone could ever ask for.

"I'll miss you too, Alayna. I already do," he says, sighing sadly as he holds me close.

My heart breaks completely as I recall every memory I've had with Yusuf Bhai. Every time he's helped me, every time he's saved me from getting told off by Mum, every time we've argued, every time we drank coffee after midnight. I recall everything. Every memory, from my early childhood to now.

I stay in his warm, protective embrace for several minutes before doing my best to calm myself down. I break the hug reluctantly and Yusuf Bhai wipes away my tears.

'Never cry again, Alayna. Okay? Always stay happy, keep smiling. You and Zayan are perfect for each other, and I want nothing more than to see you both happy with each other always. Give your all to this relationship, okay? Every relationship has its ups and downs. Every relationship has its trials, it's difficult times. But you can never give up. Support each other always and help each other. You're my baby sister, and I love you. I always will. Promise me you'll stay happy?' Yusuf Bhai says, seriously.

I blink back more tears and nod. "I promise, Bhai. Of course I'll give my all to the relationship. And I'll stay happy. Even happier if you get married next, though. And quickly."

He chuckles, kissing my forehead. 'Let's see.'

Thankfully, I'm feeling slightly better after the small chat with Yusuf Bhai. I somehow manage to hold in my tears, and I don't shed another tear. I tell my family that I'll be just fine, that I'm happy and that they don't need to worry about me. I have the heaviest heart when I say this to them, but I don't want to see them break apart as I leave. I want to see them happy and smiling. I don't want them to worry.

A couple minutes later, Zayan comes to stand beside me. 'Ready?' He whispers, holding out his hand for me.

I nod, blushing furiously. "I guess so!" I reply, making everyone chuckle. I take his hand, which he holds gently. His touch sends a strong current through my arm and through my entire body. We start to walk out the venue, and everyone starts cheering for us and clapping.

I feel so many emotions right now. Happiness, sadness, heartbreak, excitement, nervousness. In fact, I feel as though I'm experiencing every emotion in the world right now. I don't know what to say, but all I know is that the feel of my hand in Zayan's is slowly starting to calm me, it's slowly taking away my sadness.

He helps me into the passenger seat of his car, a brand new Audi, and he makes sure all of my huge lehenga is inside before he closes the door.

Weirdly, I no longer have tears in my eyes. The happiness and excitement are starting to overcome all the other emotions I'm feeling. I'm very much looking forward to the start of my new life with Zayan.

I look out the car window and smile contentedly at my family and friends. They wave at me, grinning and wiping away their tears at the same time. I wave back at them as they again start cheering for me and Zayan.

'Ready to go, wifey?' Zayan asks, turning to me as he gets into the driver's seat and starts the car.

I blush furiously and look into my lap, playing with my fingers. I give him a small nod, leaning back into the seat. I close my eyes for a brief second and read silently all the Duas I know, looking forward to the start of my new, married life.

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Sorry to keep you guys waiting! Here's the chapter, finally! How was it? What did you guys think of it?

It's a pretty long chapter, but tbh, I don't think it's well written. I'd say it's one of my poorest written chapters. I don't know why, but I don't think it gets across everything I wanted to get across. I hope you all liked it though!

So, Zayan and Alayna are finally married, and it was a pretty emotional chapter with Alayna's Rukhsati. One of the toughest times any girl has to face.

What's next? Lol

What was your favourite part of the chapter?

Question: Who's your favourite book character of all-time, from any book?

Bye guys! Stay tuned for the next chapter. ;) which, btw, I'll hopefully post in a couple of weeks. I'm a bit busy these days, hope you don't mind!