12th December, 2018

"So you mean even if it's her fault I have to say sorry?" Shumail questioned, his expressions one of deep thinking as if he was analysing some crucial details of a very important business deal, and factly this deal was indeed important because the boys were giving him 'mantras' to have a happy life after marriage, more like pulling his legs and enjoying his situation.

"Absolutely!" Zaid agreed as he nodded his head, striking his hand in the air. "Do you know what is it that wives always want to listen from their husbands?" He questioned, trying to sound like some knowledgeable person who probably hold a ph.D.

"I love you?" Shumail answered in confusion but his reply came out more like a question.

"Oh I love you too but Nope!" Zaid spoke denying dramatically. "Its 'Sorry'. S-O-R-R-Y!" He answered and as Shumail turned to look at Aahil and Shahmeer, they quickly nodded their heads agreeing with Zaid. Shumail threw a cushion at Zaid which hit him straight on his face as he exclaimed "Heyy!! What was this for!"

"You guys are enjoying my situation here! Seriously? I am getting married and you guys are here instead of helping to me calm my nerves, increasing the adrenaline in me!!" Shumail exclaimed folding his hands in front of his chest as he glared at all the boys who bit their tongue, trying to hide their amused expressions.

It was late in the evening and all the boys were at Shahmeer's place to decide what preparations has to be done for the wedding. The outfits for the bride and groom were Shahmeer's mother's responsibility and rest everything the boys had divided among themselves. They had strictly ordered Shumail to get done with his work in the week itself for being the soon-to-be-groom he wasn't allowed to do any work.

Shahmeer, Zaid and Aahil had made arrangements for everything and they now were seated in the living room of Edrisi mansion as they enjoyed themselves with teasing Shumail and giving him their share of advises.

"You three stop teasing him." Came Shahmeer's father's voice as they all turned to look at him and quickly straightened up. "You're making him scared giving him all the wrong idea about marriage." His father chuckled, taking a seat on the couch.

"More like making me rethink about my decision of getting married!" Shumail answered, his expressions one of horror as the boys tried to stop their erupting laughter.

"Don't listen to them Shumail! Marriage is indeed a big responsibility but it also is a very beautiful thing. Living your life with the girl who is given in your nikaah, finding a best friend in her, your companion, your soul mate in her is an amazing feeling. Getting to know each other, having misunderstanding but being forgiving, cherishing every single moment of being together, laughs, tears, happiness and in sorrow is wonderful.

The new generation feels marriage as an added burden but if you try to find your companion in each other then you wouldn't feel so, rather you will feel like cherishing it your whole life. Communicating through eyes and knowing what's in the heart of the other without her even telling you, wanting to see her laugh with you, wake up to her every morning, spend time with her, love her with all your heart. Everything will seem so beautiful that every moment you'll be thankful to your Rabb for blessing you with her.

It feels amazing when the two of you help each other getting closer to your Rabb and be the guide to each other, when you love all her perfections and imperfections. If you feel yourself getting closer to your Rabb, then she's the one! Hold her hand forever and don't ever let go!"

All the boys had an awestruck expression plastered on their faces as they looked at Shahmeer's dad with adoration filled in their gazes, while Shumail's eyes were glistening. Having no one of his, he felt such a happy feeling to be receiving this advice from his best friend's father.

"Wow dad! That was beautiful Ma Sha Allah." Shahmeer spoke and the boys couldn't agree less.

"Thank you uncle for such a beautiful advice. I couldn't be more grateful." Shumail said in a soft gloomy voice, a lump forming in his throat at the thought of his own parents but he quickly composed himself, putting on a smile on his face. Shahmeer's fatger engulfed him in a hug as he wrapped his hands around him too resting his head on his shoulder.

***

"What's the progress?" Zaid asked looking up from his laptop, from where he was sprawled on the couch sending invitations throough mails to the guests.

"The venue has been booked, decorations will be done within two days, caterers have been booked who will probably be here any moment for food tasting and the designer will get the sherwani ready by tomorrow In Sha Allah." Aahil spoke in one breath as if everything was by heart to him, making Zaid look at him with amused expressions.

Shumail was seated on one of the couch in his living room playing on his xbox as Aahil and Zaid were getting everything done for only 2 days were left for Shumail's wedding.

The doorbell rang as Aahil pointed at the door as he spoke "Probably the caterers." Walking up to the door, he pulled it open to find Shahmeer standing by the door as he held a suitcase in his hand. He grumbled as he walked in, slumping on the couch beside Zaid with a thud.

"Woah! What's with all the grumpiness?" Shumail questioned, placing his controller aside as he looked at Shahmeer.

"Mom kicked me out of the house!" He answered his lips turned upside down in a frown.

"Lol! Why though?" Zaid questioned, his gaze fixed on his laptop screen.

"She's like go stay somewhere else until the wedding because bhabhi will be staying there and will have her ruksati from my house." Shahmeer answered as he placed his head on the armrest of the couch. "I thought to stay at the penthouse but then I wouldn't have gotten the chance to annoy this idiot so I came here." He grinned as he threw a cushion at Shumail.

Shumail stood up as he walked up to Shahmeer who eyed her suspiciously, standing up as well. He was surprised when Shumail suddenly wrapped his hands around him engulfing him a hug. "How did I got so lucky to have all of you in my life!" Shumail spoke, his voice heavy with emotions as Shahmeer ruffled his hairs.

"Drama Queen!" Zaid mumbled with an emotional smile before he too joined the hug as he hugged Shumail from behind.

"Hey! Not fair! Me too!" Aahil exclaimed as he wrapped his hands around the three placing his head on Shahmeer's shoulder who let out a chuckle before ruffling his hairs and wrapping a hand around him.

"Thank you so much guys for being there for me always! I feel myself lucky to have so many people in my life who care for me and love me. I don't know why I'm being so emotional but it's all just so overwhelming." Shumail said still in the hug as Shahmeer placed a kiss at the side of Shumail's temple.

***

Being seated on the couch in his room, Shumail was thinking back to all the moments he had spent with his friends and family where he had lived the best phase of his life. Surely he was missing the presence of his parents but he was happy too for wherever they were he knew they were happy and blessing him with their duas.

Everything was happening all so quickly that it left Shumail overwhelmed. One minute he was surrounded with his best friends as they hurdled around him, teasing and annoying him as they ate and played the video games, and the next moment he knows he was getting dressed in his Sherwani as Zaid helped him tie the buttons and put the safa on his head and made him wear the pearl necklace that matched with his Sherwani.

As he stepped in his mojari, Zaid took a step back to take a look at him as a smile spread across his lips to find his best friend all ready in his wedding attire. He wrapped his arms around Shumail in happiness, getting emotional suddenly as Shumail chuckled hugging him back. Aahil and Shahmeer walked in as Shahmeer blew a loud whistle and proceeded to hug Shumail.

Shumail loved them to death and he was happy to have them in his his life.

As they drove to the wedding venue with Shumail sat beside Aahil in the backseat while Shahmeer drove the car along with Zaid seated in the passenger seat, Shumail couldn't help but get nervous as he wiped his sweaty palms to calm himself. In the next half an hour, they had reached at the wedding as he quickly stepped out of the car feeling suffocated.

Walking through the beautifully decorated entrance, Shumail made his way to the partitioned section along with his men. Once inside he looked at the beautifully decorated surrounding which matched with the colours of his outfit, making the venue look grand and the ambience to seem like dream wedding.

Shumail still couldn't get over the fact that it was his wedding and he was the groom, even after he had signed the nikah papers and given his consent and accepted Eram in his nikah.

After hours of continuous smiling and accepting millions of congratulations and all the blessings from the guests, he was finally given a chance to have a moment with Eram alone. Sure he was nervous but at the same time he was having jitters to see her, clad in a wedding dress as a bride. His bride.

"Ahah!" Shahmeer interjected as her stood in front of him, not allowing him to step further as Zaid and Aahil stood beside him grinning mischievously at Shumail.

"Everything comes with a price." Zaid spoke wiggling his eyebrows.

"And if you want to have a look at bhabhi then you have to pay the price." Aahil said.

"What do you guys want?" Shumail asked.

"Depends on how desperate you are to have a look at bhabhi and what you can offer." Shahmeer answered, giving him a smirk.

Not wanting to embarrass himself, Shumail went near them as he leaned in their ears and spoke. "Bhai meri jeb literally khaali hai. Yeh hum baad me nahi kar sakte?"
(I literally don't have a penny in my pocket. Can't we do this later?)

Shahmeer let out a low chuckle as they moved aside and made way for him. Zaid cleared his throat to grab the newlyweds attention as he spoke "Guess we should leave now?"

"Unless you want to see our private moments?" Shumail questioned as the boys exclaimed a "No!" and sprinted away.

"Assalamualaikum." He greeted as he walked up to her and placed his hand on her head, following the sunnah. He then took notice of her attire, clad in a red and golden coloured heavy embroidered wedding dress with her hands covered in henna as she sat on the couch, he couldn't help but feel his heart doing a back flip for she was lookin gorgeous. With a single look she had him capivated.

"Walaikum Assalam." She answered bringing him back from his trance as she finally lifted her gaze and looked at him, a blush creeping on her cheeks and smile never leaving her lips. "All this seems like a dream." She spoke in a small voice when he took a seat beside her.

"To be honest I'm feeling the same. Like can you imagine we're actually married!" He spoke, his eyes widening in surprise making her giggle.

"Ahem! Ahem!" Eram was about to say something when Aahil's voice interrupted them making Shumail roll his eyes. "If you guys are done, it's time for cake cutting." He informed as he walked away. Shumail stood up as he forwarded his hand for her to hold making Eram look between him and his extended hand.

"It's halal now." Shumail nodded his head with a smile making her blush as she silently placed her hand in his and let him lead them to the awaiting guests.

Salam guys!

Wow Shumail and Eram are married!

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Also what do you think will happen next? *raising my eyebrows with an evil smirk*

Untill next time...Zàijiàn