The morning rays peeked in through the sheer white curtain making him frown, he tried to open his eyes but closed them again at the sharp brightness surrounding the room.

"Who slid the curtains so early." He thought squinting his eyes, trying to focus on the wall clock. But his eye caught the red Roses stuck to the wall. He woke up with a jerk.

"Where did all these flowers come from?" He questioned only to realise a  second later that he had got married yesterday. With a sigh he turned his head to his left trying to find Falak, he moved his gaze through out the room but she was no where to be seen. He glanced at the clock which showed 7.30 am.

"Where is she!?" He headed to the dressing room but the door was slightly ajar and the light inside was switched off. He turned towards the room door and that's when he noticed the balcony door open all the way.  
And there she was silently looking at the garden. Her back was to him. He couldn't stop looking at her beautiful brown straight hair in awe. He snapped out of his thoughts and cleared his throat but got no attention. He came out on the balcony barefoot.

"Isn't it too early to wake people up." He said right behind her. Expecting her to be startled at his sudden appearance when truth was she knew he was standing behind her all the time. She just turned her head back and smiled at him.

"Assalamu alaikum, good morning. What!? You think this is early!? I though you woke up early and did some sort of exercise, I thought you followed a healthy routine." She pouted at the end.

"What is she!?" He wondered to himself but kept his face void of any emotion.

"Ofcourse I do!! But a man needs some rest. Especially when life throws all kinds of trouble at him." He scoffed at the end. She tsked.

"Too bad!! That's when people actually get hyper active. Anyways let go down please." She pleaded  looking at him with her with a soft smile. For some reason he couldn't deny her. He gave her a slight nod, turning he headed to the washroom. 

Falak turned back, staring at the garden. To say that it was beautiful would have been an understatement. The scenery made her calm inside out. She stared at the lush greenery but what caught her eye was the beautiful pink flower tree at the middle of the garden. It was beautiful with colourful flower pots, shrubs and bushes but the centre tree was just captivating, she wanted to feel the grass beneath her bare feet. Craved to sit beneath the tree and spend sometime there.

After a matter of 20 mins Wajahat was ready in light blue shirt and dark washed Jeans, his hair still a little wet from the shower.  he came towards the balcony and found her still gazing at the view. Dressed in off white chikankari palazzo suit embellished with mirror, she looked part of the beauty surrounding her.

"Let's go." At his voice she turned around and smiled a little at him. Together they descended the stairs, she adjusted dupatta on her head.

Fariqa's eyes moved towards the stairs, she couldn't help but say Masha Allah at the sight infront of her. They looked so perfect together. Her heart bowed a little more infront of the almighty.

Falak moved towards Fariqa and greeted her with a salam, Ashraf joined a short while later. Both of them were worried about Wajahat's reactions and the affect it might have on Falak but their happiness knew no bound when they saw Falak, all they could see was a warm smile and peace on her face. Whereas Wajahat, that was a different story he seemed irritated with the amount of attention his parents were blessing Falak with and for some reason both Ashraf and Fariqa found it funny, they controlled their laughter. Falak was literally the ray of hope and joy that they had waited for all along.

The walima was an extravagant evening. The hall decorated in a rose gold theme. The Arch in stage behind the couch was decorated in real flowers with rose crystals between them.

For once Wajahat didn't have to fake his smile. He felt a little at peace. Dressed in charcoal grey suit with crisp white shirt and black tie he looked like a model from the vogue magazine accompanied by his wife who looked ethereal in blush pink bridal floor length top embellished in Swarovski and zardozi work with lehenga bottom, her dupatta was heavy enough like the day before. It was set on her head with multiple pins so she certainly didn't have hard time adjusting them.

The night went by and many hearts said Masha Allah and Alhamdulillah.

*******

Days turned into weeks and it was now three months since their wedding. Wajahat and Falak were the same. Every now and then she managed to astonish him with witty replies because of which sometimes he just left from there in annoyance.

This didn't go unnoticed by Fariqa and Ashraf, they just smiled at their antics. Falak was like a fresh breeze and they couldn't really stop thanking the almighty for that. She gossiped about the daily news and books with Ashraf and tried new recipes with Fariqa which had resulted in her befriending Aarish. With him being already a huge fan of cupcakes she had him on his knees with her chocolate cakes.

"One of the best decisions I've ever made In my life is befriending you bhabi" Aarish said looking at those gorgeous looking cake pops. He was seconds close to literally drool over the white chocolate coated little beauties. Falak laughed at his words.

"I need to know." Aarish said popping one of the cake pops that's she had tried today.

"Know what!?" She asked frying chicken pockets.

"What's the secret!? Some sort of magic you use on your dishes bhabhi!?" He said grabbing another one from the tray infront of him.

"Well...... its.... umm.... a.... secret." She said with a shrug, he laughed at her reply.

"What's the secret kids!?" Asked Ashraf, who had followed the aroma to the kitchen.

"Assalamu alaikum dad, look what I tried today." Falak beamed at him.

"Falak beta, you've got to have a little mercy on this old man, I've gained around 5 kgs." He said taking a bite of the cake pops. Falak giggled at his words and served chicken pockets to both of them, they could only mumble about how good it was, she became at them.

"Mom!!! What is this....." Wajahat strode to the kitchen with a magazine in his hands but instead of Fariqa he found Ashraf and Aarish seated on the table, munching on something, he gazed around and saw Falak arranging something on tray. Everyone's eyes turned towards him.

Falak greeted him with a salam,answering her he still stood rooted to his place.

"What are you waiting for!" Asked Aarish, still munching. Wajahat raised his eyebrows.

"Umm!!! No thanks I've got to go..... where's mom!?"

"She is out with her friends." He just nodded back at Falak.

"Dude!!! Are you sure you don't want these?? You know I'm being very generous here. Offering all these when they taste absolutely like heaven. Sharing these should be illegal you know."Aarish said making a smacking sound.

"I'm already late. I'll see you all later." He said in general and strode out.

Aarish couldn't gulp a bite more. He wasn't hungry anymore. It seemed like his friend hadn't accepted this new relationship with all his heart. He gazed at Falak but she was busy talking to Ashraf about something book related. She looked absolutely OK with Wajahat's attitude. And that made him really worried.

Heyya my cuties, my beauties, my sweeties.

How are u all......

I missed you all loads.

I was trying to finish this one chapter from the past 4 months and I suddenly got adamant that no matter what I will finish this chapter today.

There will be loads and loads of spelling mistakes, please ignore them.

It's almost 3.15 AM,  and I'm literally at the verge of dozing typing and typing and typing this chapter.

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         Kiara💞