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Rohaan

"Marriage is like cricket." I spoke into the microphone. "It's a team game. Sometimes you hit sixers, and give birth to a wonderful miracle of Allah, like me. And sometimes, you have a missed catch in the form of Haya." 

Everyone around us laughed, and Haya rolled her eyes.

"But at the end of the way, it's how you work as a team that counts." I continued. "It's not an individual sport." I glanced towards my sister, Behaya. "Tomorrow, Haya will officially be enlisted in a team, i.e. she will be signing the Nikah nama. I wish her all the best."

You must be wondering what gave me the right to make a speech on marriage? Well...nobody. I just wanted to make a speech that would make everyone laugh...and that was related to Haya's true obsession.

It was the night before the Nikah, and our whole extended family had gathered at the Tariq family home for a dinner party. Anyone who wished to make a speech for Haya was more than welcome to. Naturally, I couldn't let go of the opportunity.

"I hope you stop being such a Behaya." I grinned cheekily.

"Rohaan!" My father instantly snapped.

I chuckled under my breath. "Sorry...but seriously speaking, wish your freedom goodbye, Haya..."

"Rohaan, enough." This time Mama spoke, shaking her head at me.

Chuckling again, I handed the microphone to Arsal.

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Arsalan

I stood with my hand in the pocket of my trousers, head bowed slightly, as I tightly gripped onto the microphone. I had no idea what to say. I wasn't very good with speeches. "Haya Appi...unlike Rohaan, I am not an expert at making speeches on the wisdom of marriage."

Haya Appi smiled at me as everyone laughed.

"But be you, be the courageous and strong person that I've always known you to be." I spoke into the microphone, my eyes on the bride-to-be. "I'll tell you what I told Hoor Appi on her wedding day: In a world determined to bring you down, be a lioness, Appi." Then I took out the matching lioness kitchen, similar to the one I'd given my eldest sister- I'd bought two, one for each sister. "A small token to always remind you of that." 

Haya Appi hugged me tightly, and I could sense everyone else getting emotional too. I felt my own eyes threaten to fill with tears, but I blinked rapidly. First Hoor Appi left, now Haya Appi was leaving. Brothers may not openly admit it, but it was truly sad for us to say goodbye to our sisters. 

"You, Arsal, are truly a precious little soft cloud in a sky full of stormy grey clouds." Haya Appi whispered in my ear.

I preferred to be called a lion, but I was happy enough being a 'little soft cloud' for my family.

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Hooriya

"You are my twin, my best friend." I spoke to my sister. "I am the one who have known you the longest." I felt my eyes well with tears. "I don't even know why I am getting emotional, since I've already left. Maybe it's because I know the feeling of having to leave family behind." I hugged Haya tightly, unable to speak more.

She hugged me back tightly, wordlessly.

"Come on!" Dado called out, sniffing back tears. "It's time for the extended family photo!"

A stage had been set up for the Nikah tomorrow, and also for the family photoshoots. And so, Haya sat between our parents, with Dada Jaan besides Papa, and Dado besides Mama. Nano was beside Dado, and Kamran Nana beside Dada Jaan. I stood behind them all, my arm through Farhaan's. On my side were Yasin Chachu and Saba Chachi, and on Farhaan's other side were Saim Mamu and Laila Mumani. Rohaan sat at the foot of the stage, with Arsal on one side, and Bunny Shayaan on the other side.

"Come here, Yum-Yum." Haya called out to Yamna, who walked over and squeezed between her beloved Tayan and my twin. I felt a warmth inside me as I stood amongst family, but I also felt sad knowing that Haya was going to be moving out soon as well.

After the photo was taken, Haya looked up over her shoulder at me and gave me a sad smile. I smiled back at her, my eyes blurring with tears again. 

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Haya

As darkness descended over the house, I walked along the corridor of my family home, feeling the anxiety that any desi bride feels, knowing that she would soon be leaving the life she had always known for a new life unknown.

It felt weird knowing that I would no longer live in the home where I had lived my entire life, where I had grown up with my siblings. I would no longer live with the people who had brought me into this world and had loved and sheltered me unconditionally.

I closed my eyes as I got flashbacks of myself running down these very same corridors, wearing the test cricket kit that Saim Mamu had got me after a trip to Pakistan. I was barely ten, but already an avid fan of cricket. I smiled as I remember the times Rohaan and I had both returned with muddy shoes after it had started to rain-him having played football, and me cricket- and Mama had been fuming.

Tomorrow was Nikah, and next month would be the proper wedding functions, since everyone would have some time off then.

I turned on the lights in the stairs and sat down, exactly the way Hoor and I used to whenever we were plotting how to convince Mama to let us have chocolate chip cookies or ice cream before dinner. The feeling of immense safety and security I felt in this building could not be felt anywhere, I was sure. My heart ached, knowing that it would no longer be my home.

I heard footsteps and froze. I really didn't need Ro to make fun of me right now. I just wanted to vulnerable in peace for a change.

But the hand I felt running over my hand just made me want to cry harder and I looked up to see the first man I'd ever trusted in this lifetime, and the only man I'd unconditionally trust without hesitation. "Papa."

He gave me a sad smile. "Want to have a match?" 

My eyebrows furrowed. "At this time? Papa, it's stupid 'o'clock at night."

"That means it's the ideal time for our family." He grinned fully now. "Come on. I know Arsal and Ro are up.  Let's beat them at cricket."

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It was funny how I stood in my black and white night-suit, with henna-covered hands, holding a bat as I faced Ro, who stood in his pyjama trousers and a black t-shirt. "At least try and make this challenging for me, Rohaan." 

He bowled and I swung the bat with my full power, sending it flying across the garden in the darkness. "Of course, it's a sixer!" 

"It's too dark to even tell. Maybe it fell short just before the boundary." Arsal frowned.

"Where even is the boundary? Since the boundary is non-existent, it's not a six." Rohaan argued.

"Your logic is worse than your bowling." I laughed.

"It's a six." Papa confirmed, making me high-five him.

"You are so biased that it's almost illegal based on the concept of gender discrimination." Ro told him.

"He's speaking the truth." I rolled my eyes. 

"What's going on here?" Mama's voice made us turn towards the house. "Haya Rehan Tariq, it's your Nikah tomorrow!" She strode towards us. 

"It's a Nikah, not an exam that I'm missing out on revising for." I replied, cheekily.

"Do not complain to me that the beautician keeps telling you off for the dark circles under your eyes. Go inside and sleep, now!" She ordered, pointing towards the house. "All of you." She glared at my brothers as well.

Arsal, the ever obedient Mama's boy, immediately began to walk towards the house. Ro went to grab the ball from the non-existent boundary.

"Anya, she was feeling down. We did this to cheer her up." Papa walked over to her and placed a calming hand on her shoulder.

Mama's facial expressions softened and she walked over to me and placed her hands on my cheeks. "Haya, I know it's one of the hardest time of your life, as well as the most beautiful. It's a bittersweet feeling, and I get it. But..." Her voice broke. "It's nothing compared to watching the daughter you gave birth to and raised, move out of your home..." A tear slipped down her cheek.

Papa wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Not sure a cricket match will cheer you up, Anya."

I smiled. "Go tell her a Detective Zaviyar story."

Mama pulled me into hug, and Papa wrapped his other arm around me, holding us both against himself.

I silently cried against my mother's neck.

It felt like an end of an era.

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NIKAH DAY

I sat in my bedroom as the beauticians covered me with make-up. I wore a green lehenga adorned with golden sequins. The dupatta was sheer with a gorgeous golden border and the overall material was covered with golden sequins and motifs. My short hair was in waves, decorated with gorgeous floral hair vine. As the beautician fixed the dupatta on my head, I glared at the golden high-heel stiletto sandals waiting to be worn by me. Why?

But, as usual, there was someone who always knew how I felt. "Here, you can put these on to get to Dado's house." A pair of golden sparkling trainers were placed down on the floor in front of me.

I looked up and met my twin sister's eyes as she straightened up.

I had planned something unique for my Nikah day. The ladies of our immediate family: Mama, Saba Chachi, Laila Mumani and Hoor were each given a colour decided by Yamna, and they had to wear an outfit of that colour. I'd told Yum-Yum, that she was the bride's official Fairy Planner. It was a special title I'd created for her, and she was proud of it. Dado and Nano had been exempted from this upon their request.

Well, Hooriya had been given 'dark blue'. She wore a dark blue maxi dress with lehenga, covered with heavy golden floral embroidery. There was a wide strip of golden over the midriff, and the full-length sleeves were sheer with motifs. The dupatta was sheer with golden sequins and a heavy golden border. Her hair was in an-up, decorated with gajray, and she wore heavy golden and diamond jewellery that she had been gifted at her wedding. She wore a nath and a maang tikka, along with a matching necklace and earrings. She was the married twin sister of the bride, she deserved to look like royalty herself.

"Ma Sha Allah, Haya." She looked emotional. "May Allah protect you from evil eyes. Ameen."

"I wish you the same. Ameen." I stood up after slipping my feet into the trainers. "And I love you even more for these."

"Come on, Captain Haya. Your team awaits to take you to the venue." She whispered. 

I slipped my arm through hers and she led me out, where Arsal and Ro waited in the corridor, wearing the standard black sherwanis reserved for them and Papa. Arsal gave me a sweet smile, while Ro blankly stared at me for a few seconds. I knew he wanted to say something witty, but clearly was unable to after seeing his Behaya sister as a bride.

"Ma Sha Allah." Arsal whispered.

"Have you betrayed the English cricket team?" Finally Ro spoke, his voice raspy.

I placed my hand over the left side of my chest. "Dil dil Pakistan, jaan jaan Pakistan." I grinned.

*"My heart is Pakistan, my life is Pakistan."

Hoor led me down, with our brothers following us.

Our parents stood in the hallway, with Mama dressed in the soft cream sari with a delicate golden border. A necklace of golden pearls hung around her neck, and her hair was in waves, pinned back from her face with a clip.

Papa, looked tall and handsome in the black sherwani, with his sons resembling him perfectly.

When Mama saw me, her eyes filled up. "Oh, Haya." And then her gaze landed on my feet. "Are you serious?" 

Papa laughed as he followed her gaze.

"It's only till Dado's house, Mama." Hoor defended me. "The bride is uncomfortable enough, so why not provide her with some sense of comfort?"

Mama shook her head. "I don't want to give her away. My house will lose its liveliness." She burst into tears.

Arsal immediately walked over and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Do Ro and I have no meaning in anyone's lives?"

Mama lightly slapped his cheek. "Of course n-not, silly. You won't get it, Arsal."

I grabbed my mother's hands. "I'm still here for another month. If you want, I can be so unbearable that you'll be laughing with relief when I leave?"

Mama laughed.

Papa placed a hand over my head. "May Allah give you and Aariz a bliss married life. Ameen." 

And suddenly, it all felt too real. The signing of one document was going to change my entire life, gradually but surely.

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As I set my feet down onto the gravel-covered driveway of my paternal grandparents' house, a squealing voice made me look up.

Yamna was running towards us wearing a pink ankle-length frock with mirror-work and a plain pink chudidar, along with silver khusay. Of course our beloved Yamna had chosen the colour pink for herself. "HAYYYYAAAAAAAAAA APPPPPI!" She wrapped her arms around my waist. "You look so gorgeous, Ma Sha Allah!" She wore a sparkling silver hairband, and silver bangles in her wrists. She had also adorned the backs of her hands with mehndi.

"Nah." I shook my head. "I look nothing compared to this beautiful angel in front of me, Ma Sha Allah." I took her small hands. 

Yasin Chachu and Saba Chachi came out. My Uncles and grandfathers were wearing matching black suits, with dark forest-green ties. Consider it a theme of my wedding. Saba Chachi wore a light blue lace sari with a hijab that was a darker shade of blue. 

My Uncle and Aunt greeted me warmly, before I was led inside to greet my grandparents.

"Haya." Dado got immediately emotional, and she walked over to hug me. "My beautiful girl, Ma Sha Allah." 

Nano was also quietly sobbing as she hugged me, and even Dada Jaan looked emotional as he ran a hand over my head.

"Come on." Giving me a small smile, Saba Chachi led me out of the room. "We have something special planned for you, Haya."

Feeling curious, I let her take me outside, as Yamna, Hoor and my brothers followed me.

The whole ground had table and chairs set up for the Nikah lunch, but what caught my attention was the little cricket pitch that was created to the side. 

"Time for your bridal photoshoot." Chachi looked at me with twinkling eyes.

"Really?" 

She smiled, and nodded at Ro, who brought around a bat that was placed just on the ground by the wickets. 

I laughed, taking the bat from my brother, and positioned myself in front of the wickets, as if ready to bat. A professional photographer and videographer, who both had been filming the set-up, walked over and started taking photos/making videos.

I could just imagine the caption: #BowledOver.

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Hooriya

I watched my sister as she had the time of her life at her cricket bridal photoshoot. My phone buzzed inside my clutch and I took it out.

<Farhaan: We're here.>

My heart pounded hard and I headed towards the house slowly, as my heels sort of sank into the grass. Fortunately, carpeting had been set up for the actual wedding area, in order to avoid exactly this drama.  Walking through the house, I headed straight for the foyer to pull open the front door.

Farhaan was just getting out of the car, along with his parents. As the official member of my family, he also wore the signature black sherwani. I tightly clutched the door knob as I watched him.

He looked over and met my gaze, seeing me dressed up today for the first time. His eyes widened slightly as he absorbed my appearance from head to toe then back up. 

I smiled slightly. "Assalam Alaikum." I focused my attention on my parents-in-law, my cheeks burning.

"Walaikum Assalam!" They both replied in unison.

"Ma Sha Allah!" Anaya Aunty smiled widely. "Hooriya, you look beautiful." She hugged me. 

"Thank you, Anaya Aunty. As do you." 

She was dressed in a grey lace sari, with her hair up in a sylish up-do. Wearing a stunning diamond necklace, with matching earrings, she truly did look gorgeous. Ma Sha Allah.

Faiz Uncle placed a hand over my head and gave me his blessings.

"Where's Reem Khalla?" I frowned. "She should have been here much earlier."

"I'm afraid her family is running late." My mother-in-law winced. "I warned her that Anabia won't be happy..."

I smiled. "Definitely not." 

My parents-in-law headed towards the front door, where my parents had come out to greet them.

I turned to my husband, walking slowly up to him. "Avoid the rishta aunties." I placed a hand over his arm. "Ma Sha Allah." I lifted up his hand with my other hand, and brought it to my lips, softly kissing his knuckles, keeping my back towards the door so that the action was hidden from the parents.

But Farhaan was still mesmerised, it seems, as he stared at me. 

I smiled, my cheeks probably turning a darker shade of red. "Aapki shaadi nahin hai."

*"It's not your wedding."

He stepped closer, linking our hands together. "Lag to aisa raha hai. Koi dulhan se kam nahin lag rahi, Ma Sha Allah."

*"It seems that it is. You're looking no less than a bride, Ma Sha Allah."

I turned to ensure that the parents had gone in, before I turned back to him. Placing my hand on his cheek, I ran my thumb over his lips. "Munda sadqay mere te..." Pecking his lift softly, I giggled and headed towards the house.

*"The boy is crazy about me."

But he grabbed the end of my dupatta, like it was a Bollywood film or something. Pulling me back towards himself, he wrapped his arms around me.

"Farhaan, we are expecting guests! Anyone can see us!" 

"Hamara Nikah ho chuka hua ha, is liye mujhe koi farak nahin parta." He whispered against my ear.

*"We are already married, so it makes no difference to me."

The front door opened and Farhaan released me immediately, making me giggle. 

Rohaan raised both eyebrows at us as he came outside. "Don't worry, Farhaan Bhai. It's just me, not Papa." 

"Behave." I glared at my brother.

"I'm not the one misbehaving." My annoying brother chuckled as he walked towards Papa's car.

Farhaan grinned at me sheepishly as I glared at him accusingly.

"This is all your fault." I whispered at him.

"You are the one who's looking so damn beautiful, Ma Sha Allah. Don't blame me for losing control." He quickly kissed my cheek before heading towards the house.

I glanced around, cheeks burning.

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Arsalan

I was in the room upstairs after praying, and I walked to the window as I heard a car pull up outside. Walking over, I looked out from behind the white lace curtains and my eyes widened.

Tahira was getting out of a cab, wearing a full-sleeves, floor length peach coloured dress with delicate silver embroidery over the bodice. Her chestnut brown hair was curled and hung loose around her face. She wore light make-up, and looked so beautiful that it almost stopped my heart.

"What is she doing here?" I blurted out loud, not that I was complaining or anything. Rushing out of the room, I practically ran down the hallway and the stairs, and stumbled, almost tumbling down the stairs. 

"Arsalan, be careful!" Mama was just leaving the living room and she almost witnessed me dying on the stairs of my grandparents' house. "What's the rush?" 

I composed myself, acting nonchalant. "Nothing." I ran a hand through my hair. "I just don't want to miss anything." 

"Bhabi." Saba Chachi came out and, grabbing Mama's arm, took her away, to my relief.

I headed towards the front door and stepped outside. Turning my head, I saw Tahira hug Hoor Appi, before my sister led her towards the side of the house, which was the entrance for the guest use.

"Tahira!" I breathed out her name.

She turned, looking surprised. "Aslan...I mean, Arsalan." 

"Arsu, would you mind showing Tahira to where everyone is? I just need to check on something." Hoor Appi told me.

"Sure." I nodded.

"Tahira, I'll be right back. But I'm so glad you came!" Hoor Appi smiled at her, before rushing towards the house.

"I'm glad to see you." I told Tahira softly. "How are you?" 

She smiled weakly. "Alhumdulillah, I'm much better now. I feel free and safe."

"I'm glad to hear that." I nodded at her outfit. "I like your dress." Good God, Arsalan Rehan Tariq, who the heck randomly compliments a non-mehram girl's outfit like this?

"Thanks, as soon as Miss Hooriya invited me, I took a trip to Southall Broadway and bought this." She seemed unfazed by my compliment. "I hope it's not too much."

"Not at all. It looks like it was designed for you." I blurted out. Shut up, Arsalan.

She looked up, her almond eyes widening slightly as our gazes met.

Suddenly, someone slapped me on the back and I turned, startled. Shayaan stood there, with Harris Emaad beside him.

"Oye hoye, desi munda!" My Mamu's son said.

Tahira quickly walked in the direction of where Hoor Appi had been leading her, the scent of her soft floral perfume remaining behind even as she disappeared from sight.

"Who was that?" Shayaan asked curiously.

"I knew her from university." I shrugged, turning to face them. "Harris, bro, you're late. Mama was so angry at Reem Khalla."

"Bro, are you making your own arrangements at Haya Appi's match fixing?" Shayaan wrapped an arm around my shoulder and asked, as the three of us headed down the side of the house, where Tahira had gone. "Does Bia Phupho know?" 

"Shut up, Shayaan. Stop making it sound so pervy." I snapped at him.

"If it's not pervy, what is it?" Harris asked, seeming genuinely curious rather than teasing.

They made it sound like Tahira was just a beautiful girl that I was lusting after, Astaghfirullah. In fact, Tahira was a beautiful girl- both internally and externally- who had encouraged me to be stronger and braver in this harsh world. She had taught me the importance of positivity, no matter how dark the world seemed around us. I genuinely worried about her at one point, and now I was relieved that things were improving for her. I was happy that she was out of the prison she had been in, and was now making attempts to start her life on her own basis.

"Are you in love?" Harris asked, looking surprised.

Shayaan burst out laughing. "Why are you being so cheesy, Harry?" 

 I scoffed. "It's not the right time to be in love."

"But you're not denying it." Hareem Khalla's son pointed out.

"Don't you two have refreshments to raid or something?" I shook my head and increased my speed to walk away from them.

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Rehan

"Rehan Tariq." 

Surprised at the unexpected voice, I turned and saw Faisal Akhtar walking towards me, a grin on his face. "You made it, you idiot." I hugged him, patting his back.

"Told you I would." He laughed. "I still vividly remember how we were all celebrating the birth of these sweet twins, and now your second one is getting married, Ma Sha Allah."

"The way time passes is unbelievable." I shook my head. "But, I'm glad you're here. We need to catch up soon." 

"Fardh pura karle apna, phair fursat nal gallan karange." He smiled.

*"First fulfil your duty today, then we'll talk with leisure."

I nodded, and I gestured towards the seating area. Faisal immediately headed over to greet my parents and brother.

I adjusted the collar of the sherwani, and headed towards the house, glancing at my watch. Aariz and his family and friends should be arriving soon. As I was approaching the house, I saw Arsal chatting to a girl in peach. I recognised the girl as Tahira, the girl who Hoor helped. My eyebrows furrowed together as I saw the hint of a smile on my younger son's face, and a pinkness on his cheek as he spoke to her. My kids are in a rush to grow up. "Arsal, can you come here for a second?" 

He said something to her before heading towards me. "Yes, Papa?"

Casually placing my arm around his shoulders, I told him quietly, "Abhi umar nahin hai."

*"It's not the right age yet."

He looked at me confused. "What?" 

"It's not the right time, Arsal. I really hope that I don't need to remind you of certain limits." I looked pointedly at him.

His gaze dropped and I knew he had gotten my message.

"When the timing is right, talk to me and your mother. But right now, your focus should solely be on your education and planning your career."

"Yes, Papa."

"Good boy." I patted his back. "Where's Ro? Call everyone. Aariz will be arriving soon." 

When Arsalan went to look for his brother, I walked into the kitchen where I just knew my wife would be. She had been stressing about the catering, even though we had arranged it from top quality restaurants. 

And, indeed, there she was, taking inventory of everything. But as she did, I saw her reach into an open box of mithai and pick up a gulab jaman using a toothpick, before biting into it.

"Caught you." I muttered, placing my hands on her hips.

She gasped, looking at me wide-eyed. Without saying a word, she held up the remaining half for me to eat, which I accepted gratefully. "Congratulations to you on this beautiful day, Mr Rehan Tariq." 

"Congratulations to you too, the beautiful mother of my half-decent children." I chuckled.

She turned to me with a glare. "Not a word against my children."

"They can be a bunch of brats." I teased.

"They get that from you." She shot back. "Can't blame them for that, can you?" 

I leaned closer to her.

"Don't you dare..." She placed a finger over my lips and I kissed it. "Rehan, this house and the grounds of this house is packed with people and..."

I moved her finger aside and lightly pecked her lips.

"Innocent eyes are being impacted! Don't take away our masoomiyat."

*"Masoomiyat: innocence.

I clenched my jaw and turned to see Rohaan enter the kitchen. I glared at him. "Behave."

"I'm the only bechara behaving, and yet I'm being told to behave." Shaking his head, Rohaan opened the fridge and pulled out a small bowl of kheer (rice pudding). 

"What are you doing with that?" Anya asked him.

"Dado had a bowl kept for me because she knows I like it." Rohaan shrugged. As he walked towards the counter to grab a spoon, he tripped over his own untied shoelace. While he managed to keep his balance...the bowl of kheer spilled all over his sherwani.

"Rohaan!" Anya looked horrified. "What did you do?" 

Rohaan stared down at his sherwani for a few seconds, before looking up at his mother like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Ro..." Anya began to walk towards him.

"Dad!" Rohaan instantly rushed and leaped behind him. "Dad, save me this time. I promise I'll behave for a week."

Anya began to reach out for him, but I placed my hands on her upper arms.

"Anya, you go out and deal with the guests." I told her calmly and gently.

"Rehan, look what he did!"

"Listen, you have enough on your plate to worry about. I'll deal with this. You go." I kept my eyes locked with hers, reassuring her.

Finally she nodded, before turning to walk out.

Sighing, I turned to face my son. "I really hope that after the wedding of the family friends that we attended, you learnt your lesson and have a spare outfit?" 

Rohaan, knowing himself very well, nodded. "I bought two of the same sherwanis."

"Good. Quickly change because Aariz will be arriving soon." 

Looking relieved, Rohaan nodded and raced out.

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Aariz

Dressed in my cream sherwani, I stepped out of my car and stared up at the Tariq family home, where the Nikah was going to be held.

Rebecca Khalla also got out, a wide smile on her face. She was dressed in a tan shalwar-kameez suit with a magenta dupatta. 

Dad got out of the front passenger seat of the car, dressed in a full three-piece suit with a tie. He smiled up at me. "Nervous?" 

I saw the sign placed at the sign entrance of the house: Haya & Aariz's #MatchFixing. Smiling, I shrugged. "Sometimes the best things in life can make you the most nervous, right?" 

"I pray that this will be one of the best things in your life, beta. Ameen." Dad placed a hand over my shoulder.

Taking a deep breath, I walked towards the house between my father and maternal aunt, towards the welcoming members of Haya's family.

I pray that this is the best decision for us, Haya, and that I can keep you happy for the rest of my life. Ameen.

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TO BE CONTINUED

The Nikah needed more than one chapter,  so I have shortened it.

I decided to speed things a little, and it's Haya's big day, finally!

So, Tahira and Arsal meet again!

And Faisal returns for Haya's big day!

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