"I uh..." I recoiled back, I NEVER stammer why the heck do I stammer around this guy? I put the plate down and gently took my dupatta back. I didn't look up at Asad in embarrassment and instead walked away. 

I did hear a "Tumhara chehra mere dil me reta hai." I blushed and walked faster he didn't just say that I thought standing next to Sabha who smiled at back. Thankfully, I'm brown enough that it hide's my blush. Sabha however "are you okay?" I smiled at her and instead focused on Javaria who walked in wearing a beautiful white dress.  

I threw the petals at my aunt and uncle and Javaria who was smiling, yet I looked to my aunt and her eyes were kind of red. I frowned but started smiling for the camera who at the moment was directly on me. 

Aabid got up on the stage and held his hand out for Javaria who climbed onto the stage with her dress in her hands. Everyone watched as they sat down and started quietly chatting. The photographer setted up his camera and called out for the photos to begin.

Slowly everyone started taking photos with Javaria and Aabid, I noticed however that Javaria's parent's weren't there. I looked around until I saw my uncle talking with Aabid's father but not my aunt.  

My uncle caught my stare and I gave him a raised eyebrow, he gave me one back and continued talking to Aabid's dad. 

"Hey you." I turned back around to see the photographer staring at me "Where's auntie?" I looked nervously around "Bhai saab, she's gone somewhere, I'll go get her." The photographer nodded and continued doing his job. 

"Guys, I'm going to go look for my aunt." I said to the girls, they were too busy checking out guys though. I sighed and left the wedding hall looking for my aunt. 

There were rooms upstairs that Javaria and Aabid were going to go into when they needed to eat so I decided to check those rooms. My suspicion was correct because I heard someone crying, I was about to knock on the door but stopped when I remembered who I was. 

I was Rayyana Arshad, the unwanted niece. I sighed and remembered my dad's words

ALLAH (Swt) loves people who forgive

I gently knocked on the door and waited a few seconds before I heard a meek "come in" I walked into the room and stared at my poor aunt who's makeup was all over the place. 

She saw me and scowled quickly fixing herself up "What?" She snapped at me, I stood there speechless but willed myself to not be petty. 

She need's someone right now Rayyana, and that someone will be you wither you like it or not. I heard my mom's voice. 

"Phupho, are you okay?" She got up looking to the ground and mumbled in embarrassment "Yes." I walked closer to her till I was right in front of her. I gently lifted her face willing her to look at me. "Please phupho, what's wrong?" I whispered for some reason. She looked at me and then started crying again. 

I didn't know what to do so I pulled her into a hug, and she surprisingly wrapped her arms around me crying harder. 

I stood there gently rubbing her back not saying anything, my own eyes glistened when I remembered that my mom used to hold me like this when I needed a hug or was feeling down. 

Finally, my aunt moved back and sat down on the chair rubbing her eyes. I sat down with her and said "Do you want to talk about it?" I remembered how in 4th grade I saw a kid crying and I recognized them from my class. I walked up to them and asked them the same question and they yelled at me to go away and complained to the teacher about me. 

She didn't like me already, and she complained to my mom that I was too nice and that wasn't a good thing. Then I was nice to people until 6th grade when I got used. Since then, I've toned down on the niceness. 

"You- you're uncle is cheating on m-me." She stuttered out breaking down again. I gasped and my hand went flying to my mouth. But... they were in love! 

"She's o-only 15." My eyes widened more at the thought of my uncle being a... child groomer?  I got up and went to my aunt "Please don't cry, it's your daughter's big day!" I tried cheering her up but to be honest I didn't know what to do. 

"Javaria knows, and she... she said that I deserved it be-because I'm not a good mother." Tears were falling out of my eyes now. I didn't know what to do so I sat there crying with my aunt. My heart pained for her, she was a mother and no mother want's to ever hear that coming from there own child's mouth. 

There was a knock at the door and my uncle's head popped in, my aunt looked away and I stared dagger's at him. And to think, I thought he was the nice guy. 

"Stop crying and let's go." I got up and without thinking I said "What do you mean stop crying? you CHEATED on her with a freaking 15 year old, what is she supposed to do? laugh?" My uncle glared back at me "Stay in your place." 

That was the sentence I knew by heart, ever since I came to there house that's all I've been hearing, that one goddamn sentence. 

"My place is helping people, especially someone who is my aunt by blood." My uncle sighed frustrated and said "Whatever kid, I want more kids but she wont give me any more. I should have left her years ago." 

And then he left slamming the door. I grabbed my aunt's hand and said "Phupho, It's okay I'm here." She smiled back at me and we both left after washing our faces. 

The photographer looked at her and smiled "Aunty, please sit down." My aunt smiled and let go of my hand climbing the stairs one by one sitting down besides Aabid who started talking to her. I looked at Javaria who had a grim face. 

"Hi, I'm Ubaid." I look to the photographer who looked no older then 20, I smiled and said "Hi, I'm Rayyana." He took my hand shaking it "Rayyana? what a unique name." I smiled at that, and we continued talking for a few minutes. 

I heard someone clearing their throat and I turned around to see a very pissed of Asad. "Can I please take my Fiancé back." Ubaid and I stared at him in shocked, he turned to me with some kind of look "F-fiancé?" 

I shook my head and was about to tell him that I wasn't when Ubaid suddenly said "your married, and you were flirting with me?" My mouth fell open, Ubaid scoffed and said "Needy aren't you." 

Asad's jaw was clenched as he leaned forward, Ubaid was shorter then him and Asad towered over him. "I would watch your fucking mouth chote." Ubaid gulped and Asad pulled me away from him. 

"What the heck, why would you call me your fiancé?" I was angry now, "Because that's your soon to be roll." I stared at him and then started laughing. 

He glared at me as I finished "Wait, why aren't you laughing?" He grumbled as he said "Listen, my mom's on my back and she won't shut up about me having a wife, and because you look like that." He said pointing to me "And it's clear that no one will want you, then I will have you. You will be my fake wife." 

Why are men like this? 

"S-so, all that nice talk was fake?" I don't know why but I felt a sharp sting as Asad nodded and said "Yes." I stared at him and saw that he was genuine. I scoffed in my head Rayyana what did you think? He is Asad Qureshi and you are just Rayyana Arshad.

I clenched my jaw and said "No." and then I walked away. I sat next to the girls who didn't say anything because they knew better then to say something to me when I was angry. 

Ubaid called me over with a scowl and told me it was my turn to be in the pictures, I scowled back at him and walked onto the stage walking behind where Aabid and Javaria were sitting. I pulled a fake smile as the camera flashed.

Then, the Imam saab arrived and we all headed to the flower curtains I had put, Aabid went to one side and Javaria the other. All the men went to Aabid's side and all the Women went to Javaria's side. 

The Imam sat in the middle and started asking the million dollar question "Ms. Javaria, will you take Aabid to be your husband?" Javaria sat there for about 10 seconds to I don't know add drama? then finally she said "Kabool Hai." 3 times, the women around me let out deep breath's. I guess they were also nervous about Javaria saying no. 

Then Aabid was asked and he said "Kabool Hai." instantly 3 times, then they each signed the nikkah papers and every one hugged as Javaria had now became a Mrs. 

My aunt hugged me and didn't say anything because she's my aunt and that moment between us never existed. 

Then, Javaria and Aabid went to the room I was in earlier to eat and everyone hungrily ran to the food line. 

I also went to the food line and grabbed some food sitting down on a table. The girls came back also with their plate's of food all talking and laughing unbeknownst to my frown.

I looked around at all the scowling faces aimed towards me. 

Asad, Ubaid, Javaria, my aunt, and my uncle. 

I sighed and suddenly felt giddy as I thought of the perfect name for this Nikkah.

The not so perfect Nikkah

Urdu Translation- 

Tumhara chehra mere dil me reta hai-Your face remains in my heart 

Bahi saab-Brother sir (you say that in respect)

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Kabool Hai-I do

Imaam Sahab-Our priest 

If you see someone dressed like this then there is a very high chance that they are an Imam Sahab.