Assalaamualikum Warahma at tullah wa barkatu!

In sha Allah!, you all are good.

The above ☝ pic!,
Iqra and Omar's dress.

Sorry for this late updates.

My University started and I am just to not use to this routine .

And moreover I am facing a weird Writers Block.

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Just Pray for me and All muslim around the world.

And.......

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Bidaai.

Iqra's POV.

Wait, WHAT!!!!

"Ammi, I didn't get it",I said with a confused look.

Ammi smiled.

"Iqra, what's there to understand in this."

"No, I mean, like why did he send car, we have one",I say not able to make my words.

I don't know why but the amount of affection that I am already receiving from Omar is becoming too much to handle for me.

Once you loved this affection.

A little voice inside my heart said.

I know I am his wife but, I think I need time and after Rayan's confession it's like all my wounds have started to bleed again.

Oozing the past.

Making my heart and mind remember him.

You need to stop.

She interupted again.

Why is it that, that voice is always correct!.

Although I felt reliefed after letting out and forgiving him but it is not going to make me forget it.

'Be careful in your words and in your actions , they can only be forgivable but never can they be forgettable'

This quote echoed in my mind.

Not for Rayan but for me.

I had already started feeling incapable of giving happiness to Omar and this quote was of no help.

"Iqra,it's okay Jaan",Mum said placing a hand on my shoulder.

"I know ammi", I say looking down.

If a normal girl would have been receiving such affection from her husband even before they start living togetger, I am sure she would get insane admiring him.

But here it's me, a confused girl, a girl trying hard to move on, a girl still recovering from her bygone,a girl pulling her defunct life to happiness.

"I don't get but why me.....", I don't complete, feeling uncomfortable to reveal the fact that Omar had especially told Hamza to let me go the parlour alone in that car.

"Iqra, you are getting late!",Aaeyma said entering the dining room , breathing heavily.

"Aaeyma , what's wrong?", my mum said making her sit down on a chair.

She drinks water.

"I don't know aunty", she said, placing her weight on the back on the chair.

Sighing.

"Oh, don't worry, it's okay, in this condition it happens, but rest for a while beta", Mum said placing a hand on her head.

I smiled seeing ,Aaeyma red in embarrassment.

She smiled backed.

"O God!!!!, Get up or else,Aahh", Arzoo said pulling me out of the chair, dragging to the main gate.

"Wait", Mum called.

"Yes ammi",I say turning to give her a smile.

She recited some ayah's from Quran and blew on me.

Tears making their way through mine and her eyes.

"Did you perform Wu'dhu?"

"Yes ammi", and she hugged me.

************

"Sadia, I am not getting a good feeling, come on, you all can sit with me only",I say standing next to the BMW.

"Ya Allah!, what are we supposed to do with this girl", Sameera fused.

"God!, Iqra , do one thing, we will acompany you even in your honeymoon", Arzoo announced and the three broke into a laugh over my embarrassed face.

"Ahm, ahmmm", the driver coughed over Arzoo's statement, that cough to stop laugh, yup that cough.

Will my friends and family ever, like ever stop embarrassing me in front of others, that to infront of employees from my in laws house!.

"Stop acting like a kid, you married women!", Arzoo said pushing me inside the car .

"Meet you at the parlour", Sameera and Sadia shouted.

*********

Why would Omar send a car?.

Possible reasons flashing in my mind, as the car starts to move.

1. To show affection.
2. To impress me.

No!, as the third reason made its way to my lips.

What if he joins me!!!!.

I quickly take out the small mirror that I had in my bag to let relief strike me , as I am wearing a Niqaab.

And even if he would join me, he won't tell me to take it out as driver is there.

But I didn't see this driver.

Iqra as if you know all the employes of his house.

Again she is right.

I see a paper placed beside me.

Iqra.

Is,what is written on it.

I lifted the paper, and there it is.

Voice of Omar.

A letter.

I knew his handwriting from the days when we worked together in IIO.

Iqra,
Asalamualiakum, In sha Allah, you are fine.
But I am thankful to Allah, cause he has.......
I don't know what to write or why am I even writing this to you, not because I don't have words rather as they wouldn't do justice to what I am feeling right now.
I just want to let you know that from now each and every day I will try to give you what will make us happy and grateful towards Allah.
Believe me you are adding new people to your life, never will I ever let you neglect your family.
As you are becoming a part of my family so am I becoming a part of your's.
I wanted to tell you in person but I know these words wouldn't come out of me easily if you are there in front of me.
Just leave everything on Allah, and I promise to make our marriage worthy enough.
And you know what,
I will be Honest and true to you.

Always.

In sha Allah.

Omar,
Your Husband.

Now I know why he insisted on me sitting alone.

He know's me too well.

If I hadn't been alone I would have never read the letter and even if I would,I would have never let out my heart.

Yup.

I am crying.

Tears.

It's so absurd, when that salty water, that tears flows out in both happiness and pain.

But these tears,they are so important.
They help us from being a burden on ourselves.

I folded the letter and let out a sigh.

A relieving one.

Today is Allhamduillah, indeed a blessed day.

All my worries are being taken away.

Keeping the letter in my handbag, I cleaned my eyes.

'In sha Allah'
I messaged Omar.

And as if he was only waiting for a reply from me, he message me.

'In sha Allah'

I smiled.

'Hoping to see my bride soon, ; ) '

I blushed.

*******
"Allah!, Ma sha Allah!", Sameera,Sadia, Aaeyma and Arzoo said in unison.

I flushed.

God!, Iqra you are unable to handle your friends complimenting you , think about Omar!.

I turn Red.

"Acha !, okay now , we are getting late, Chaloo !",Sadia shouted.

"No wait!, somethings are to get clear between us!",Arzoo said turning to face me, her hands on either side of her waist and face making a angry frown at me.

"What??",I asked not able to figure her out.

"Acha! , you want to play it like that!,okay but babe we don't have time so it's better you come up".

"Arzoo! ,I think you have lost it. Not a word of yours I am able to get.", I said looking in the mirror for the first time after dressing up.

I smiled.

The Dress was hugging me at the right parts revealing my shape and making me look Awe.

Oh God !, Iqra praising herself! .
It has to be the world's Eight wonder.

We were at the Parlour.

Ready to leave.

The letter Omar had sent,voiced out all my feelings.
Now , I am ready for imaging a new Beginning.
Not that, that before his gestures weren't appealing, but this letter had just stamped all those with conformation.

"Snap it out, now", Sameera said standing between me and mirror.

"What!,guys please I am already scared to death and these kind of things aren't helping".

"Oh God!, Iqra they are talking about the gift that Omar gave you",Sadia said wearing her Abaya.

Gift?

"Which?",I asked confusion all over my face.

"See, she doesn't even remember as she has already received so much". Sameera told.

"Guys, that's not a gift, for God's sake!,it's a Damm Restaurant!", Arzoo exclaimed.

Gift?

Restaurant?

Restaurant......

Oh Yah!, Restaurant!

I coloured.

"Arzoo, it wasn't her gift , it was her Mahr!", Aaeyma added.

Mahr......

What!!!!, My Mahr!

"Okay!,I didn't knew that", I whispered taking in the information that my friends gave.

My Mahr is that restaurant?

Hamza , you have things to answer.

"What?", Arzoo said.

"Hmm, yup, the day I went out with Omar.... Hmm.... Yah..... He said ..... restaurant was mine.... hmmm..... I didn't get it...... soo...Yah!",I replied.

"Allah!,you two can fight with her after wards!,fatima aunty is calling me for like the 10th time!",Aayema said showing the screen.

"Okay! , but we are going to talk this " Arzoo said , wearing her Abaya .

"In Detail!",Sameera said winking at me.

I just rolled my eyes.

What deatil I am going to give, were I am the one who needs explanations.

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"Iqra, we need to go ,come", Noorah Baji said , extending her hand towards me.

The function went smoothly, people from either side came and wished me.

Ya only ladies!

The fuction held was a highly separated one.

I couldn't even find a boy even as young as 10 years in the crowd.

I am so thankful for who ever did this arrangement,as all the ladies were dressed up and even no one wore a hijab, including me , rather everyone's hair were done so well , Ma sha Allah.

Now is the time for my Bidaai.
Everyone left except for my family and Omar's.

We were now heading towards men section.

I could see Noorah Baji had put a hijab and so did everyone else.

"Hmm",I smiled at her and placed my hand in her.

She led me towards a room.

"Check on yourself, there's everything you would need. Freshen up , I will be there in a minute",with that she left me in the room, closing the door behind her.

I wasn't feeling like doing anything.

The knots in my stomach were growing, making me nervous.

I couldn't understand as to why I am feeling so nervous.

This isn't the first time that we were going to see other.

Iqra !, you already belong to him.

His Wife.

But then realisation hit me,
This time there's no returning back to your Dad's home.

But heading towards your new home.

With Omar.

I looked in the mirror.

To focus on my appearance.

Everything is as it was when I left the parlour , except for my lipstick and hair.

I retouched my lipstick and comed my hair a bit, without disturbing the rolls.

[No!,not because Omar hadn't seen it,
Hell !, a lot of money were used on them.]

Allhamduillah, as I still had my wudhu.

I went out of the room,and looked for Noorah Baji.

No one for except me is there in the ladies section.

"Iqra,this side", someone from behind said.

I turned to see Hareem aunty.

I smiled at her and she led me towards the men section.

"Aun.....I mean Ammi, where's Ammi and all",I said looking ahead, following her.

She smiled backed.

"Ammi and all are already there."

I remember how my ammi,zara had greeted me when I arrived at the hall.

With tears.

How I had controlled myself then.

But now as the time was coming close, the lump in my throat started to get heavy.

Hareem aunty stopped.

"Okay!, Iqra ready!."

I nodded.

She smiled and opened the door.

With Hareem aunty at my side I started to walk towards the stage.

Towards Omar.

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Omar POV.

'Do I really deserve her?', is what is only echoing in my mind.

Ma sha Allah! .

Allah,gave her a lot in beauty.

No doubt Rayan fell for her.

No, Omar, not him.

She is walking towards me, her eyes on the floor.

I wish I could steal her away from the whole world.

Omar!, wait!, there's no stealing happening here , she already is yours!.

But then I remembered something,

'It's not always about deserving whom you get, but its about loving, supporting and understanding the one you get'.

Smile crept on my face.

In sha Allah, I will.

I could see Zara and Aunty Fatima eyes were crying, silently.

Where as Hamza and Uncle were not looking at her.

I stood up and extended my hand for Iqra to get on stage.

She slowly moved her face upwards so she could see me, whilst Ammi and my sisters were busy Wooing my move.

"Iqra, hold it!,and tie him to yourself!", Noora Baji said.

"Yup!, the cow is willing coming to get...", Safiya Baji couldn't complete as Arham bhai interupted her.

"It's only that we love our Wife's alot!", he said placing a hand over Safiya Baji's waist and she coloured.

"That's what is it, right Omar?",this time Asif bahi demanded.

He came towards Noorah Baji and placed a hand over her shoulders, moving her towards him and she coloured.

Ma sha Allah!, my sisters were happy in their marriages and so will I be, In sha Allah.

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Iqra POV.

I didn't know them, but the way they were , I could easily make out,
Omar's brother in laws.

I coloured, seeing their affection, so I turned my face.

Only to find my eyes and Omar staring at each others.

He smirked.

I looked down, I knew what his smirk meant.

Maybe.

I smile , imagining that.

"Iqra", he said in a cool tone.

Why do I keep him waiting every time he asks for my hand.

I smiled at him and placed my hand in his.

He pulled me up.

Only on stage but I felt as if this is the very beginning of my life.

As if he just pulled me out of my past.

The first breath of my soul.

The time went on.

We glancing at each other and our families looking at us in Awe.

"Ma sha Allah! ,you look beutiful", Omar hissed in my ear.

His breath sending shivers down my spine.

I lowered my head to hide my extremely Red face.

"That was meant to be a compliment", he said, seeing my lowered head.

"I know" I said.

Still staring at my hands.

"Then?", he asked.

I looked up and realised I hadn't noticed him.

What a Wife!.

As always he is looking like Wow.

We were wearing the same colour!.

In his off white Sharwani, jet black hair, and a smile worth million, anyone could fall for him.

Iqra???

What!!!

Wait!!!

No!!!!

But.......

Maybe....

Ya Maybe!.

"You too look beaut...... I mean handsome",I said,embarrassing myself.

"Jazak Allah!".

"Omar,wait till you guys go home!", Safiya Baji said, cuddling her two years old daughter in her arms.

Every one laughed.

Yah ,including me.

Omar just smiled not to miss his tomato red cheeks.

"You too Iqra",Arzoo said.

And then Omar laughed with others.

I am soo not going to leave you!.

I just glared at her and she as usual just gave back a flying kiss.

Zara and Saimah were busy with each other.

Hamza and dad were with uncle and Omar's brother in law.

Maaz busy with Omar's nephew, Saad and Ahad.

My friends, aunty and ammi were busy preparing for my leave.

"Come Iqra",Noorah Baji smiled.

My eyes began to swell with tears.

Time up.

I stood up along with Omar.

"It's okay", he said, taking my hand in his.

I smiled sadly.

I walked down the stage and hugged my mom, dad, zara.

"Where's Hamza?", I said , rubbing off my tears .

"Don't know Appi, bhai was here only",zara replied, scanning.

I knew it.

I knew Hamza wouldn't be there at this time.

I know he can't handle seeing me leaving the family.

We may argue with each other, have fights, destroy each others things but the bond we share is special.

I open my hand bag and have Zara a envelope.

"Give this to Hamza",I said.

"Okay, appi".

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Omar POV.

I am more nervous than.......

I don't know.

But Allah!.

What will happen when Iqra will come to know that my Grandparents are alive and didn't even attend a single Funtion of their only grandson.

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