The next day arrived, unveiling an enchanting scene of pure romance and timeless elegance. The grandeur of the walima was beyond words, as if a fairytale had come to life. The venue was transformed into a dreamlike paradise, adorned with delicate flowers that exuded a sweet aroma, their vibrant colors dancing in harmony with the ethereal decorations. Soft candlelight cast a warm glow, illuminating the air thick with love and anticipation.

But amidst the resplendent beauty, all eyes were drawn irresistibly to Mahjabeen. She was a vision of celestial beauty, a radiant bride whose every step was poetry in motion. Her bridal attire embraced her like a second skin, each delicate stitch lovingly crafted to accentuate her graceful curves. And there, nestled against her graceful neck, lay the necklace bestowed upon her by Haya, a shimmering symbol of their eternal bond, casting a mesmerizing glow that only heightened her irresistible allure.

She wasn't the only one that attracted all the attention, wearing a white suit and pagdi, Mahjabeen's eyes lingered on him for more than a minute. Infact she actually stopped in her tracks and admired her groom, and couldn't help but exclaim out loud to her father who was escorting her to the stage.

"Abbu ye mera dulha hai?"

Murtasim covered his face, flustered for the nth time by his bride. Her brown eyes twinkled as she tilted her head endearingly greeting him, Murtasim smiled back and stood up to help her up the stage. With each step he took, there was an undeniable sense of confidence and nobility in his bearing. His broad shoulders and tall stature spoke of a quiet strength, while his eyes held an unwavering determination that could move mountains. Mahjabeen couldn't help but admire the way he carried himself, like a true hero from the pages of a timeless legend.

In his presence, she felt a sense of security, as if he possessed the power to shield her from any adversity that life might bring. There was a certain magnetism to him, a magnetic force that drew her gaze, captivating her with the promise of a love that would conquer all obstacles.As their eyes met, a spark ignited between them, bridging the distance with an invisible thread of connection. In that moment, Mahjabeen saw not just a groom but a knight in shining armor, ready to stand by her side, protecting her and embarking on the grandest of adventures together.

In the eyes of the bride, Murtasim was not only a manly figure, but a beacon of heroism. His presence exuded a quiet yet undeniable power, instilling in her a profound sense of admiration and trust. With his pagdi and white suit, he embodied a timeless charm that captured her heart, making her feel like the luckiest woman in the world. He extended his hand and Mahjabeen placed her hand in his, remembering a scene in a movie where the hero did the same.

As they sat down guests came and took pictures with them, Maryam even giggled when Mahjabeen made Murtasim pose in funny ways. Murtasim didn't show any signs of reluctance and went along with the jolly bride, this made Maryam admire her brother. She hoped Mahjabeen had a better life in Khan mansion compared to her, and this would be only possible if her brother became her pillar. 

Her innocence and naivety made Maryam protective of her, she could have left before the walima but somehow Mahjabeen grew on her. 

"Maryam tum bhi photos khichwaon na", Mahjabeen called her with a smile, patting the space next to her. Maryam smiled and hugged her, tears slipping from her eyes as she prayed for her brother and Mahjabeen's blissful future.

As the guests joyfully offered their heartfelt congratulations and bestowed blessings upon the newlyweds, Mahjabeen's heart swelled with profound happiness. Amidst the jubilant chatter and melodic laughter, her gaze lingered on Murtasim, her soul's deepest desire sitting by her side. 

The entire night the bride and groom were kept busy by guests flashing their cameras as they took pictures, the songs blasted from the speakers.  The bride and groom graciously posed for countless photographs, their smiles radiating pure joy and love. They embraced the happiness that surrounded them, cherishing each moment and etching it into their memories. The music filled the air, casting a spell of celebration and enchantment.

As the night progressed, the couple found themselves lost in a world of their own, amidst the whirlwind of festivities. They stole stolen glances, sharing secret smiles that spoke volumes of their affection. Their hands intertwined, they swayed to the melodious tunes, their hearts beating in perfect harmony.

Alas the walima ended with rukhsati, instead of the bride her parents bid her goodbye. Waqas kissed her forehead, whispering words that made her cry.

"Mahjabeen mai ek accha baap nhi hu, mai tumhari pasand ki shaadi nahi karwa paya"

Mahjabeen shook her head, giggling with tears streaming down her face as she confessed.

"Murtasim ne meri khwaish puri kardi", he eyes were filled with contentment as she glanced back at her groom who was staring back at her with those worried eyes. She passed him a lovely smile and hugged her father, who held his precious daughter in his embrace.

"Beta tumhe Murtasim khush rakhta haina?" He whispered worry evident in his tone. Mahjabeen thought about this question and realised there hadn't been a single instance when Murtasim had  said no to any of her wishes. He had ran in the jungle while holding her hand, helped her runaway from this marriage, enrolled her in school by her own wish and he had spent the entire night on the terrace since she was sad.

As Mahjabeen's thoughts traveled back to the present moment, she looked into Murtasim's eyes and nodded at her father's question. There was no doubt in her mind that Murtasim would always keep her happy. She felt blessed to have found someone who cherished her dreams and made them a reality.

"Abbu, Murtasim mera aapse zyada khayal rakhta hai", she replied softly, grateful for getting married to such an amazing man.

"Beta tumne mera dil mutmaein kardiya", he said and smiled at his daughter then stepped away so Anila could hug Mahjabeen.

As Anila stood by Mahjabeen's side, her eyes welled up with tears. She gently caressed her beloved mother's hand, cherishing every moment they had left together. Memories flooded her mind, reminding her of all the love and guidance her mother had provided throughout her life. At this moment Mahjabeen realised that she wouldn't have her parents by her side, Maa Begum and Anwar could never play the role of parents in her life. They would just move her around to their liking, although Murtasim was her husband she would never have the genuine security of her home.

Mahjabeen held her mother's hand and shook her head, pleading her not to leave her here.

"Ammi mujhe chodkar na jaye"

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