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Marriage. Love. Life. It's usually in this order, right? First you get married, then you fall in love and live the rest of your life together with your soul mate. Do I say this about me? No, I can't.
In fact, everything had happened the opposite.
First He saved my life, then we fell in love and now...now it's marriage. Who would have thought that the boy who was the Casanova around town, always behind calling me "Humera Begum!" was now going to become my husband?
It feels so strange.
I can't believe that I'm going to be Mrs Ayaan Ahmed Khan. It's like everywhere I look, I only seem him, and only him. He is my best friend. My soul mate. My saviour. Who else can have such a lucky life? Without him, I'm incomplete. Without him, I would have probably died a million times when that sick man had blackmailed me.
I didn't want anyone to find out.
Especially not him. Anyone but him. After all, how would I face him knowing that there was a morphed picture in another man's hand. I know it was a fake picture but no one would understand that. For them it would always be that the girl was wrong, that I must have done something to provoke him. But what did I do? The only mistake I made was thinking of him to be Ayaan.
It was such a stupid mistake.
But he trusted me. He didn't look at me like he was taking pity on me, nor looked at me in disgust. In fact he looked at me in a rage of protectiveness. As if he'd shoot a thousand stars just to help me. He was angry. Very angry. But not at me. At that man, the one who tried to ruin me.
And that's when I knew.
That love does exist. That love and care can make even a Beast turn into a Prince. And that's what he became. My prince. My Knight in shining armour. He was still his flirty self as usual but he was different. Maybe he wasn't different, but I just saw him differently.
The next few years passed quickly. I didn't even notice. Nikhat had gotten married, and the pressure fell on me to become the next betrothed. Everywhere I went, Aunties would be looking at me as if to see whether I would be compatible with their son. I didn't care. There was only one person in my mind.
And I couldn't even say it.
How foolish right? Humera Begum was actually in love with her best friend, Ayaan. Does that even happen? Or does that only happen in fairy tales? It wasn't easy. Everywhere I looked, I only saw him. In my house, with my friends...even in my dreams.
Sometimes it would hurt.
It would hurt when he would smile at me, make me feel happy just to leave me to talk to another girl. Did he know that he was hurting me? No. Because he didn't know just how madly in love I was.
Marriage talks were on and I couldn't bear it. How can I even think to get married to someone who I didn't even love? Who I didn't even know? Could I even live with someone knowing that my heart has already been taken?
No. I couldn't.
I just couldn't.
I didn't even want to meet the proposed groom. I didn't want to meet any body, not even Ayaan. But he was always around trying to make me laugh, how could I stay upset at him? How could I not fall more in love?
And that's what I did.
But maybe my luck was changing. Maybe I was destined to have the person I wanted. Maybe I should have listened to my mother, after all she was the one who was arranging the marriage. And besides, if I did listen maybe I would have known that the groom was no other than...
...Ayaan.
Today is my mehendi and tomorrow will be my wedding. I'll officially become him for ever and ever. And it still feels like a dream. My hands are embroidered with the dark rouge of henna, decorated elegantly. Everyone is happy, smiling and laughing. Do I ask for for?
I married my best friend, my soul mate and my saviour.
And it still feels like a fairy tale.
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