This is a Najma OS. I read this spoiler somewhere that Imran won't turn up at the wedding and although that's just totally illogical but then this is GUL we are talking about. Anything can happen from TanBitch giving birth to actual cats to aliens invading the earth.
PS - Its gonna be a sad drabble!
I'll be waiting
I was nervous, and I have never been so nervous in my life, not even when I have to take permission from bhaijaan to go to my friend's place for a sleepover or participate in the college fashion show. And why wouldn't I be nervous? I was getting married today and which bride doesn't get a cold feet on the day of their nikaah? I turned to look at Zoya and she was lost in her own thoughts, maybe she was nervous as well. This was the third time she was decking up as a bride and I have been praying for her and bhaijaan's nikaah to finally take place. I had no idea how it felt to see your nikaah break in front of your eyes not once but twice, but I knew it must be so miserable and forlorn for both of them. If only destiny could stop playing such cruel games with them. My bhaijaan and Zoya deserved every happiness in this world and they deserved to be with the person they loved. I turned to look at my phone. Imraan was starring on the cover pic of the screen. I never knew I could love someone so unconditionally. I never knew I would ever get married to the only person I love, the only person I'll ever love. After our breakup I had lost all hopes of getting him back, of getting his love back and yet here I am in my bedroom, dressed as a bride, waiting for my man to come and sweep me off my feet. Why does the clock feel like it's stuck? Why can't it move faster? Zoya kept a hand on my shoulder and reassured me with her eyes. Oh, I was so going to miss having Zoya around me to cover up for my mistakes, for taking my side in every decision I take, in being there for me at all times even if it is 2 o'clock at night. I'll miss Zoya constantly trying to make me feel just how beautiful and perfect I am in my own way. I'll miss the protectiveness of bhaijaan, I'll miss how he always pampered me ever since abbu left us. I was very small to understand what was going on but I knew something terrible had happened for ammi used to cry herself to sleep every night. My ammi, who has always been with me through every phase of my life, my ammi, who is also my best friend. Now who was going to shower me in that motherly love and affection? I know I will have to accept Imraan's mother as my own but will she be able to replace my ammi? Never! No one can take her place. My eyes began to fill with tears and Zoya rested my head lovingly on her shoulder. Ammi came inside my bedroom and she couldn't control her tears of happiness on seeing both her daughters dressed as a bride. Zoya may not be her daughter by blood but ammi never differentiated between Zoya and me. She stood in front of us and kissed our forehead, I took her hand into mine and held on to it, not wanting to let go. She lovingly patted my head and then asked both of us to come downstairs. Once down I saw Imran's family standing on the doorway and ammi and bhaijaan welcoming them. I smiled at my soon-to-be-mother-in-law once but my eyes kept searching for the face I wanted to see, the face I was longing to see, but he was nowhere. My face fell a little but then I heard Chand bi saying he must've gone to get me a gift. My thoughts went back to the previous night when he had promised to get my wedding gift and I smiled from ear to ear. I could feel the usual blush creep into my cheeks. No wonder bhaijaan calls me tamatar. Time no longer seemed to be stuck, it was actually moving faster than it should. One hour had passed but Imraan was nowhere to be seen. I could see Haseena bi and Chand bi trying to reason and justify why he was late, I could see my bhaijaan walking around the room frantically trying to call Imraan but his phone was not reachable. I could see Zoya and ammi holding onto each other, Zoya giving the support and strength to ammi. I could hear the silent whispers and gasps in the crowd but I didn't care for anything. My eyes were fixed on the door, my heart hoped that Imraan would enter through the very same doors any time now with that apologetic smile. But he didn't! It was getting late and all the guests were leaving one by one. I saw Zoya's crestfallen face as she came near me and urged me to go upstairs in my room but I refused to budge. Why should I go? I knew Imraan was going to come. He promised he would come and he would never break his promise. Ammi asked Zoya to let me be and led her up the stairs to change into something comfortable. Tears stung my eyes, her nikaah was postponed yet again. Let Imraan come, I am not going to forgive him so easily for spoiling everyone's mood. But he didn't come. I waited and waited but he didn't come. So this was how Zoya felt when bhaijaan hadn't turn up at their nikaah. I now knew exactly how miserable it is to be left alone on the day of their nikaah. I could now understand the pain and hurt it caused to wait for your groom. I could now feel that ache in my heart which slowly spread to my entire body. I could feel it all, yet I was not the one to lose hope. My heart was not ready to believe the situation in front of me, my heart knew that Imraan would come and so I'll be waiting.
XXX
Ha, so here it is! Leave your comments. I know I am yet to update my FFs but my health has not completely recovered but I am going for a short vacation for 1 week and so I wouldn't be able to update for the next week hence I wanted to give something to ya'll before going. (phew I really needed a break both from college and the crappisodes which are being shown)
Love,
Sadie!
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