"If you don't want then it's okay.",he said, his body still close to mine. "No,it's not that. But I think I am too heavy to be carried in arms. You know not that size.", I said looking at my body up and down. "Hahaa, you really think so. But you have lost quit weight since I had seen you for the first time", he said,looking up and down my body. His eyes running down my body,making my temperature to evaluate. "Are you okay,Iqra. Your body temperatures keeps changing very rapidly",he said with quite concern. Does he really do not know the reason?, maybe he just wants me to admit it. "I think so. Maybe the tablets not suiting my body". I reassured him, so that his mind doesn't start with the okay thing. "Maybe. Go and check out with the doctor then. Probably your mum can go-",he stopped and smiled. "What's it?",I said perplexed. "No need for any one now, I can take you.", he said, maybe wanting a smile from me. Moving my gaze away from him, I smiled. My life is changed. All full of good and amazing people. No, its just the addition of one person that have changed my life. I knew it both, how a single person can change one's life. I had already experienced the bad of it and here I am maybe discovering the good of it, maybe. But for how along?. He lifted his hand from my waist and used it to turn my face to face his. "Ohh my God, you are blushing",now holding my face in his hand,fingers reaching to the side of my ear. "Am I",I said looking down. "Trust me you are, and if I am the reason then-",he stopped. Probably wanting me to make an eye contact,so I looked up into his eyes, I could see a image,a beautiful one of my future. No I have to correct myself. It's from the start nor never. " Our future ",I said it a bit too lound. "What?",he asked. "Nothing, you were telling something", I said, waiting for his reply. "Hmm. As I was telling that, if you are blushing because of me then I am certainly a-", a knock at the door interrupted him. Why on earth is this happening. Whenever he is so close to tell me probably the real reasons for a YES from him for this marriage, there's always intrusions. This time it was Zara. I moved away from Omar,to increase the distance but I trembled, yet again he held my hand tightly and my waist too. Zara giggled. I was annoyed,as this is going on in front of my younger sister. "What for are you laughing?", I said making a frown. "At your incapability to even stand without OMAR'S support",it was Hamza. Why is my whole family gathering here. "As if", I replied,trying to let go my hand but Omar's grip was not a thing that I could deal with. So I just gave in. Why am I making it so much of Awe, Omar's my husband and he has got every right to hold me when ever he wants to. "No", I shouted, trying to stop my mind from building up some weird yet true thoughts. "Iqra, what's it?",Omar asked, concerned. "Nothing, bro I think my sis has gone nuts after sign the Nikah papers. Probably she can't hold the happiness of you coming into her life", Hamza answered. Why on earth is Hamza always ready to make my position worse in all situations. "Is that so", Omar asked, shifting his gaze from Hamza to me. "I don't know who told him that", I replied,really annoyed. First it us my Nikah day and I am not even able to walk properly. Second,my stomach is now making noise for keeping it too empty for so long and every time I feel that I will get to know the reason for Omar's yes, there's a distraction. But thanks to Allah that I made this ceremony a private one. "Hamza bhai, we are here to call them down. So could you plzz just", Zara said looking at him. She looked more mature than her age, maybe because she is too attached to me, and as I had changed a lot,anyhow it had to effect her. I prayed to Allah many a times asking him that my bad days should not leave a impact on her. "So we should leave, they must be waiting for us.", I said not disclosing my hunger. With Omar's hand still on my waist I went down the stairs and towards the dining room.
But Allahumdulialah, Omar was sensible enough to remove his hand and let Zara support me when we reached down. Relatives from Omar's side wished us for a happy married life ahead. That was the first time when I saw Omar's dad. Mansoor Abdullah. He had a well built personality. How at this age, I wondered how,maybe a lot of exercise. He hugged Omar and placed a hand on my head, "Welcome to family",he said with a half smile that evidently didn't reach his eyes,quickly he lifted his hand. Why?, I didn't knew. I could not even see light in his eyes. Was he not happy?, he has to be happy. Omar was his only son and had just got married. I let my mind discussion to stop. "Omar,its okay. She is your wife. You can hold her hand in front of us.", Noorah Baji said with a wink. I could see Omar getting red, probably as she was her elder sister and that too eight years older to him. I did not understand why every one except the elders,were looking at us with full smiling face. After a bit of teasing and comments on how we both are behaving like strangers, we sat to eat. Omar on one side of my chair and Safia Baji on the other. The dinner went well. After the dinner we sat in the living room as it was a bit bigger than the drawing room. My dad, Omar's dad and all the elder men of the families where sitting in the drawing. My mum, Omar's mum and all his and my relatives were in the dining room. Leaving me and Omar with all the younger ones and my friends so that they could enjoy themselves by making us feel awkward. There were loads of talkings, laughing and games been played on me and Omar to see our compatibility.Thank God, my friends were logical enough to tell that we had been married for just few hours now. Then the most important part of wedding came according to my sister,the photo section's. Omar's arm wrapped around me,it was awkward for me in front of everyone, but it gave me a feeling of protection. The pics were very cheesy,as all the poses came out of the head of my sister and Omar's sisters. However I felt Hamza heart ready to burst as he was continuously flickering his eyes. I loved him too much. My brother. The support of my life. I wondered if he too was a part of the 'window thing', it would undoubtedly shock me, but I know him, he would do it, if it is for a sake of smile on his sister's face. He is same for each of us, Zara and Me. The big, protective and overloving brother. I wanted to ask who's plan it was,but rejected that thought as it will be too public. They even had that kneeled down pose for me and Omar. Where Omar would ask for my Hand. I did not find it going with the scene as me and Omar were already married. First I resisted,but when Omar looked at me saying that it's okay if I didn't wanted to through his eyes,I understood that he would like doing that. I stood up and then there was this scene, Omar kneeling on his knees,asking me for my hand and everyone in the room shouting,laughing and enjoying themselves by making us do all sort of 'odd' things. What I liked the most about these gathering was,all the girls were covered up. I was happy to see the same from Omar's side. Although I was not wearing a hijab but my head was covered with my veil and more over my protection is with me. I smiled facing Omar and he too did the same reaching for my hand and the same feeling rushed through my body. Thank God no one noticed. Then there was so called the Sweet ceremony that Omar's sisters invented.In which Omar and I were the only participants and the whole lot present here was to savour our twitchy situation. Just as I had began enjoying Omar's hand in mine, all the ladies from the dining room came to living room. I removed my hand from his not making it odd for myself and thanks heaven Omar did not resisted. He too left my hand. Every one of them happy to see their younger one's enjoy. After a while Hareem aunty announced, "Omar, I think it's time we should leave". No, he can't. His company gives me strength. I wanted to tell,yet all I could do is,looked at Omar and he was already staring at me with that look and that light in his eyes.

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