Author's POV:

Bangalore was energetic with a soft morning glow, its lush green parks nestled between towering skyline buildings. The air carried a perfect blend of cool and warm at 23°C, while the streets echoed with the chaotic symphony of honking vehicles.

The aroma of freshly brewed filter coffee and crispy benne masala dosas filled the air, drifting from roadside stalls and bustling cafés.

Office-goers, with their backpacks slung over their shoulders, hurriedly devoured their breakfast, eager to return to work.

After navigating through the morning traffic, a bus and a white sedan entered the city with the newly married couple.

Inside the car, Adil, barely awake, blinked sleepily as he took in his surroundings. Danish, at the wheel, focused on navigating the lively streets, while Sameer, exhausted from the night-long drive, slumped in the passenger seat, fast asleep.

A gentle weight on Adil's right shoulder made him turn, and his sleepy expression softened into a warm smile-his newlywed wife, Neha, lay nestled against him, peacefully asleep, her rhythmic breathing in sync with the movement of the car.

Suddenly, the car jerked to a halt, causing Neha to lurch forward.

Instinctively, Adil reached out, placing a protective hand on her forehead to prevent her from hitting the seat. Her eyes flew open, startled.

"I was just..." Adil stammered, caught red-handed. A flush of embarrassment crept up his face as he struggled to find words.

Thankfully, his awkward moment was short-lived. When Inayah, who had been sleeping soundly on Afsha's lap, woke up, she let out a loud cry.

In an instant, the focus shifted.

The entire car scrambled to soothe her, their voices a mix of gentle coos and hushed reassurances as they tried to calm the little one down.

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After three long hours of navigating through traffic, they finally arrived. Everyone got out of the bus as it stopped at Raza Mansion, worn out from the ten-hour ride, not to mention the constant traffic that had tried their patience.

"Adil, Neha, just wait here for a few minutes. I'll be right back," Afsha said as she stepped out of the car, leaving the newlyweds alone for the first time.

A brief silence settled between them.

Sensing it, Adil turned slightly toward Neha and, in an attempt to start a conversation, asked, "How are you feeling now?"

Neha turned to face him, her expression unreadable.

"Fine," she replied curtly, before shifting her gaze outside the car window, her mind seemingly elsewhere.

Not willing to give up, Adil tried again.

"Do you want some water?"

Before Neha could respond, the car door swung open.

Afsha, Saniya, Sumaiyya, and Arshiya stood there, all smiles and excitement, ready to bring the couple inside.

"Come on, let's go inside" Afsha said cheerfully, extending a hand towards Neha, accepting Afsha's hand Neha stepped out of the car gracefully.

On the other side, Adil ensured she was steady before getting out himself. He then walked around to her side and stood beside her.

As their eyes met, Adil instinctively extended his hand, a silent gesture filled with unspoken warmth.

A brief hesitation flickered across Neha's face before she finally placed her hand in his.

Hand in hand, they walked forward together, stepping into Raza Mansion.

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Adil's POV:

As I stepped into the house, hand in hand with my wife, Neha, a wave of emotions crashed over me.

Smiling faces, heartfelt blessings, and whispered prayers of goodwill filled the air.

It was overwhelming yet beautiful to say-my wife, Neha.

The words echoed in my mind, making my heart swell with something indescribable.

The only girl I have ever truly loved was standing beside me as my wife.

I stole a glance at her.

She was dressed in her elegant wedding attire; her eyes lowered shyly, yet there was a softness in them that made my heart skip a beat.

Of all the people in the world, Allah chose me for her.

If this wasn't proof of His mercy, His divine blessing, then what was?

"Afsha, take Neha to her room and let her rest. She must be exhausted from the journey." Just then, one of the aunties spoke up.

Afsha Didi nodded and turned to Neha with a warm smile. "Come on, let's go." and guided Neha to my room; No, it is our room now.

I was about to follow them when-"Wait, bhai! Where do you think you're going?"

Saniya was standing there with her arms crossed and a smug smile on her face when I turned around. I recognised that look too well.

"You're not leaving until you give us our gift."

Ahh, here it begins.

I sighed, already too tired to bargain. Without a word, I pulled out my wallet, handed it to her, and walked straight to our room.

"Adil, you're here already? Too desperate to see your wife, I see." The moment I stepped in, Affu Di's smirk greeted me.

I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling the heat creep up my face.

Busted!!!

"Okay, okay, don't worry," she chuckled, sensing my embarrassment.

"I won't take long. But for now, you go freshen up in the guest room. Neha will get comfortable here."

Before I could protest, she placed a set of fresh clothes in my hands and practically shooed me out-from my own room.

Aghh!!

I let out a defeated sigh but didn't argue.

Not like I had a choice.

With my clothes in hand, I made my way to the guest room, exhaustion finally catching up with me.

After freshening up, I sank onto the bed-intending to rest for just a moment. But the second my head hit the pillow, sleep took over, pulling me into an unconscious slumber.

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"Ahh!"

A sudden splash of ice-cold water jerked me awake.

My eyes flew open, only to find Sameer standing in front of me with an empty bucket in his hands.

"What the hell, Sameer?!" I sputtered, wiping water off my face.

"Why did you drench me in water? Are you insane?!"

Seriously, who pours an entire bucket of water to wake someone up? There are numerous civilised ways to wake up, right?

Sameer folded his arms, clearly unimpressed. "Oh, really? And what exactly should I have done? Have you even seen the time?"

His words made me glance at the clock. And that's when my heart nearly stopped.

5:00 AM, the next morning.

Wait... what?!

Did I just sleep for over 12 hours-on my wedding night?

Oh no!!! What must Neha be thinking?

Panic surged through me as I leaped off the bed, shoved my feet into my slippers, and sprinted out of the guest room-completely forgetting about the wet mess I left behind and the person still standing there.

As I pushed open the door to our room, my breath caught in my throat, It felt surreal, like a dream turned into reality.

There, in the dim glow of the early morning light, lay Neha-on my bed, in my room.

Our room.

For years, I had imagined this moment-manifested it, prayed for it. And now, here she was.

My wife!!!

It still feels unreal no matter how many times I refer to her as my wife.

I couldn't stop myself. Slowly, carefully, I stepped forward and sat beside her.

My eyes traced her features-the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the way a few strands of hair had fallen across her face, which made me realise that this is the first time I am seeing her hair.

And at that moment, I felt something stir inside me-a quiet, overwhelming sense of gratitude.

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Author's POV:

The long journey from Hyderabad to Bangalore had left everyone utterly exhausted.

When everyone arrived, no one bothered to eat or even look around-they simply collapsed into their beds, craving rest.

In the midst of all this, no one noticed the flickering unease on Neha's face, the weight of emotions planted deep within her since the Muh Dikhai ceremony.

In the morning, when Adil asked Neha in the car, "How are you feeling now?" a surge of emotions threatened to consume her.

Her mind instantly rushed back to the past five years-the memories, the struggles, the moments that had led to this day.

Bottling up every emotion, she forced herself to mask the turmoil within. With a quiet, almost detached voice, she simply replied, "I'm fine."

She turned away, ensuring her face revealed nothing.

Thankfully, before Adil could press further, Afsha and others arrived to formally welcome the couple, allowing Neha an escape from the conversation.

Later on, Adil's absence proved to be an unexpected relief.

That night, alone in her new room, she let go; tears that had been held back for too long flowed freely as she poured her heart out in the quiet darkness.

At 3:00 AM, after offering Tahajjud namaz/salah and seeking guidance from her Lord, sleep finally embraced her-pulling her into an exhausted slumber.

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The next day, though started late for everyone, finally kicked off with renewed energy and enthusiasm.

It was time for the Reception of #NammaNizamiWedding.

Inside the newlyweds' room, both Adil and Neha were already up and freshened up.

Adil, eager to spend some quiet moments with Neha, had barely begun to think of a conversation when his plans were sabotaged.

Of course by none other than Sameer.

At 9:00 AM sharp, he had dragged Adil out-forcing him into an endless, unnecessary grooming session that included a spa, salon treatments, and more.

By late afternoon, Adil was beyond frustrated.

"Just wait and watch," he muttered under his breath. "When your time comes, I swear I'll make sure you don't get a single moment with your wife throughout your wedding."

Sameer smirked, unfazed. "Oh really? And whose fault is it that you slept through your own wedding night in the guest room?"

Adil groaned in frustration. Sameer had been teasing him about this every single hour.

"I already told you-I was just resting for a bit! I don't even know how I dozed off!" Adil snapped, not wanting to hear his embarrassing situation again.

Sameer let out a mock sigh, just enjoying Adil's embarrassed moment.

Still grumbling, Adil headed toward the food court, deciding that at least a good meal could salvage his day.

After stuffing themselves with food, they finally returned home.

But Adil's luck was just not on his side today. The moment he stepped in, he was swiftly boycotted from his own room.

"Neha is getting ready for the reception," Afsha announced, handing him his reception outfit.

Before he could even protest, Afsha shut the door in his face.

Staring at the closed door, Adil sighed-"It seems this guest room is officially mine now," he muttered dramatically, shaking his head.

With no other choice, he took his reception suit and headed back to the guest room to get ready.

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Inside the room, Neha sat in front of the dresser, draped in a breathtaking bronze and gold lehenga, its intricate embroidery shimmering under the soft glow of vanity lights.

The beauticians hovered around her, adding the final touches-dusting a hint of highlighter over her cheekbones, adjusting the delicate strands of her hair, ensuring every detail was immaculate.

Yet, despite the flurry of activity, Neha remained still, her expression unreadable, as if she were merely going through the motions, suppressing the whirlwind of emotions bubbling within her.

The faint creak of the door broke her trance. With warm eyes, Sumaiyya came in carrying a velvet jewellery box.

She approached Neha with a soft smile. "This belonged to my mother-in-law, and from today, it belongs to you," she said gently, taking out the heirloom necklace, an exquisite piece of craftsmanship with delicate gold filigree and embedded pearls.

She carefully clasped it around Neha's neck, her touch lingering as she leaned in to kiss Neha's forehead.

"MashaAllah, you look so regal," Sumaiyya whispered in admiration before softly waving her hands around Neha's face to ward off any evil eyes.

Without waiting for a response, she turned to pick up the remaining jewellery-heavy jhumkas, an intricately designed maang tikka, and hatth phool; carefully adorning Neha piece by piece.

After the beauticians left, Afsha and Arshiya, elegantly dressed for the reception, entered Neha's room to check on her, while Saniya was sent to call Adil.

"Bhai, are you ready?" Saniya asked as she stepped into the room, her deep mauve lehenga gown shimmering under the soft lights, embroidered in intricate gold threadwork.

Adil was already dressed in a classic black tuxedo with a crisp white shirt underneath, a perfectly tied black bow, and a sleek black waistcoat that enhanced his polished, layered look.

He sat on the chair engaged in a conversation-more precisely, warning Sameer to stop teasing him about the morning's events.

Sameer, ever the troublemaker, was about to throw in another teasing remark when he caught sight of Saniya, making him freeze mid-sentence. His usual playful expression faltered for a brief second as his eyes lingered on her.

Saniya, though addressing Adil, couldn't help but sneak glances at Sameer, who stood there in a well-fitted camel-coloured suit paired with a white shirt and a brown tie-the very outfit she had styled for him when he had insisted.

Seeing him in the ensemble of her choice sent an unexpected flutter through her heart, making her momentarily lose focus before she regained composure. With a graceful stride, she approached Adil and retrieved a delicate white flower brooch from her clutch.

"Now this looks perfect," she said with a satisfied smile, pinning the brooch onto Adil's lapel.

Saniya then smirked and added, "Come on, Bhabhi is waiting for you."

The mention of Neha instantly piqued Adil's curiosity. The anticipation of seeing his wife, now all set for their reception, made it impossible to sit still.

Without another moment's delay, Adil stood up, straightened his jacket, and strode toward his room-eager to catch his first glimpse of Neha as his bride for the evening.

Sameer, on the other hand, remained rooted in place, his gaze still fixed on Saniya. As she turned to leave, he moved swiftly, catching her wrist in a firm yet gentle grasp.

"What are you doing?" Saniya gasped, her eyes widening in shock. She instinctively tried to wriggle free, but his grip remained steady.

"You didn't compliment me," Sameer stated casually, ignoring her struggle.

Stepping closer, he locked eyes with her, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "How do I look?"

His gaze, intense and unwavering, sent a wave of nervous energy through Saniya. The sudden proximity, the depth in his voice-it all made her heart race.

"You... you... ar-are loo... looking char... charming," she stammered, her words stumbling over themselves as she grew increasingly flustered.

A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Sameer's lips, amused by her reaction.

Realising the effect he had on her, Saniya quickly gathered whatever composure she had left, yanked her wrist free, and bolted out of the room-her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Hayee, I love her," Sameer said tenderly while placing his hand on her heart after Saniya left the room.

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As Adil entered his room, the first thing that caught his eye was Neha's royal reflection in the large mirror. Draped in her exquisite bridal attire, she looked ethereal-so breathtaking that Adil momentarily forgot to breathe.

His steps slowed as he moved forward, taking in every delicate detail of her presence. When she finally turned to face him, their eyes met, and in that moment, words seemed inadequate.

Yet, with a deep sense of awe and admiration, Adil softly murmured, "MashaAllah."

Hearing his voice, Neha hesitantly lifted her gaze, her heart pounding as she locked eyes with her husband.

Without a second thought, Adil instinctively recited Ayatul Khursi (a verse from the Quran often recited for protection against evil) and gently blew over her, as if shielding her in a silent prayer.

Then, with quiet reverence, he extended his hand toward her.

Neha stared at it for a moment, her fingers trembling slightly before she placed her hand in his-hesitant yet willing.

As their hands clasped, an unspoken promise passed between them-this was the beginning of a new journey to both of them, one where they would walk side by side, bound by fate, faith, and the quiet hope of a future together.

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With this, the wedding festivities of #NammaNizamiWedding come to an end. Have you guys enjoyed it?

Okay, folks, I just wanted to let you know that the chapters will be moving quickly from now on, and I am considering wrapping up the story as soon as possible.

Coming back to the chapter-our beloved groom Adil slept off on his wedding night 😂. Sameer would undoubtedly have relished his humiliation. Just think of what would happen if Afsha and Saniya found out.

And regarding Neha's emotional breakdown, what could be the reason? Any guesses?

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