All Chapters of THE WRONG WEDDING: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I groggily opened my eyes to find him missing from my side. Before my mind could imagine the worst, my gaze fell on his shirt that he had pulled through my head while I was almost ready to pass out. Immediately a smile formed across my face and I had to bite down on my lips to bury it. Still lying on the bed to my side in his plain black t-shirt which fell just a little above my knees, I picked the neck of his shirt to my nose and inhaled in his sweet scent. 

I sat with my head against the soft mattress, which was now moist with my never ending tears. My hands clutching his cold hand in my grasp, which once used to blaze with the warmth of his loving touch. It had been an hour since he had got out of surgery and despite Haniya's constant pleas to go home and rest, I didn't budge. So, she decided to go back to get me food and necessary items for my night stay; since I was nowhere near willing to leave his side for even a single moment. The surgery had been successful, Alhumdulillah. The bullet had penetrated witho

"Bhaabi—even with the video evidence, do you think it will be enough to stop Harris bhai? We all knew that Harris bhai had something against Rayyan bhai—but to this extent?! Man, he needs help—" Ahmed shook his head besides me; his hands on the steering wheel and eyes on the road ahead. Ahmed was a year younger than Haniya and still

"Rayyan. There's one more thing—" I heard her say, as she pulled away from me. Her hand lingered on the side of my face for another moment, when she spoke without meeting my eyes. Immediately, I felt a sudden sense of panic rising within me. For a long moment, she kept silent with her face turned to a side; chewing on her lower lip. 

"So—who's the patient, again?" I looked away from my hand outstretched infront of Rayyan, who was currently making me take my medicines; to Haniya who had just come in.I took in the relieved look on her face, as she dumped a bag on the couch and came over to hug Rayyan, who was sitting bes

I was just getting ready to go downstairs for breakfast, when Rayyan came in. He had left somewhere after waking me up and I assumed he had went down before me. However, seeing the bouquet of roses in his one hand and a paper bag in the other, made me realize my mistake. "Rayyan—" I couldn't finish while taking the flowers from his hand. He didn't say anything but sat down on the bed with a small smile. 

It was already the 4th event, Mayu, today and I was busy doing the final checkups, when a familiar person creeped up beside me. "God! You're not even related to Haniya! How pretentious can you be, Zaira??" I heard Hafsa snicker behind me, but without paying her any heed, I continued to give instructions to the helpers who were decorating the stage with Marigolds. 

I continued to stand to the far side of the room. My eyes glued to my feet, while I occasionally threw a glance around the room. The Haveli was in an uproar since this morning, in preparation of Zaira's 9th birthday party. The sound of laughter mixed together with everyone's chattering continued to clash against my ears. Yet, I stood fidgeting in my place, feeling very much like a fish out of water. But that's how I had always felt here, anyways.  Someone who didn't belong—

"Zai—! Did you see??" Rayyan called out ecstatically, throwing Zaira a glance over his shoulders; who was busy preparing food for their guests.  Immediately a delighted grin erupted on Zaira's face, as she turned to watch the hopeless father-daughter duo, who were playing on the play-mat on the floor.

"An author is nothing if not for it's readers."~HRASSALAMUALAIKUM WA REHMATULLAHI WA BARAKATUHU!Alhumdulillah times infinity for this beautiful journey with the most beautiful and amazing people. THANKYOU!This book is a dedication for my parents. Who are literal couple goals, MashaAllah! My Dad still doesn’t return from his walks without bringing ‘jasmine’ flowers for Mom. They still don’t eat meals without eachother, MashaAllah. They still go on mini honeymoon trips and late night walks together, outside the house, MashaAllah! My Mom is my Dad’s forever number 1. May Allah SWT bless them with more and more love and keep them happy together forever and ever InshaAllah, until Jannah. Ameen❤️❤️Thankyou once again, for your support.Fee Amanillah❤️