"Yeh kya bakwaas hai?" Mohib screamed again. Aiyra was beside him and Asif was sitting in a chair holding his head.

"Kya hua?" Zaid stepped forward. "Aap ki ex se aapko batae baghair shaadi kr li. Bura laga?" Zaid fake pouted, reminding his brother that he had done the exact same thing.

"Tumhein kya laga?" Mubashira came up beside her new husband. "Tum mujhe chorde do ge aur main saari zindagi room mein locked up rahungi? Tumhari ghalat fehmi hai."

"Toh, kya mera ghar hi barbaad karne ki thaan li hui hai?" Mohib turned himself to Mubashira.

"Meri wife se respectfully baat karein," Zaid got in between them. "Warna main aapki respect krna bhool jaunga."

Mohib laughed and stepped back. "Don't come crying to me..." he patted Zaid's shoulder, suggesting something wrong. Zaid threw his hand off and punched Mohib across the nose.

The brothers got in a fight and Asif quickly got up. Even guards came up to pull the brothers away. Their father stood in between them.

"Bas!" He scolded them. "Abh tum dono ne jo krna tha woh kr liya. Abh apne apne kamron mein jao. Go to your rooms, now!"

"Chalo, Mohib," Aiyra pulled on his arm, leading them away to their room.

"Tum dono bhi jao," Asif quietly asked the remaining couple.

"Okay. Good night," Mubashira said and headed to the stairs. She sighed as she counted the steps and looked down at her long and heavy dress. It could take half the night just to get up. She gathered her dress and managed to take one step up before she yelped.

"Saari raat sidhiyan chardhne ka mood hai kya?" Zaid asked, looking at her as he picked her up in his arms.

Mubashira shook her head as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Zaid carefully carried her up to their room, slowed down by her weighted dress. He put her down panting when they reached the room.

Mubashira laughed as Zaid leaned over his knees. "Kisne kaha tha uthane ko?"

"Tum lardkiyan itne heavy dresses kaise pehen sakti ho?" He asked. He took off his jacket and flopped in a chair, loosening his tie.

"Beauty hurts," Mubashira shrugged. She quickly took off her heavy earrings and went to the bathroom to get the first aide kit.

"Sit up," she asked. He was leaning back in the chair when she got back.

Zaid sat up straight but tried to reach the box from her. "Main kr loonga. You should go change."

Mubashira watched him take out cotton from the box, but when he reached his arm to dab it on his eye, he flinched. She scoffed.

"Iddhar lao," she said, taking the box from him and sat on the ottoman in front of his chair.

"Iss meherbani ki wajah?" Zaid asked as he helplessly watches her fix him up.

"Favor lauta rahi hoon. Tumhein kisne kaha tha lardne ko?"

Zaid smirked. "Kyun? Meri wife ke liye mujhe lardna nahi chahiye?"

"Hamari sirf paper marriage hai," Mubashira reminded him.

"Hmm," Zaid pouted in thought. "Lekin is kamre tak. Bahir duniya ke liye toh hum meant to be hain!"

Mubashira pushed his shoulder playfully, but it landed tougher than she had meant. Zaid hissed in pain.

"Shirt utaro," she demanded.

Zaid looked at her with a smile. "Raha nahi jaa raha, Mrs. Zaid?"

"Khud krna hai?"

"No, sorry, sorry." He slowly rolled off his sleeve, revealing his toned body in just a white tank.

She was human. She couldn't help taking a look. Zaid snapped his fingers in her face, making her shake her head. She rubbed balm on his bruise and left him.

"Main change krne jaa rahi hoon," she told him, and got her clothes that had already been placed in his closet. The outfit and everything else on it took half the time it took to put everything on, and she went out a while later to find him changed but sitting on the chair again.

"Kya hua? Sona nahi hai?" Mubashira asked him as she threw her wedding dress on the couch for now.

Zaid chuckled. "Aaj ki raat kon paagal sota hai?"

"Accha? Toh yeh iraada hai?" MJ smiled.

"Nahi, nahi," he yawned, "mazaak kr raha tha. Tum apni side le lo, main doosra pillow le loon ga."

Mubashira sat on her side of the bed. "Pillow le loon ga matlab? Acchi khaasi kamar turwa ke baithe ho. Bed pe so jao."

Zaid nodded and headed towards the bed. "Kuch aisa waisa ho gaya to mujhe mat kehna."

Mubashira laughed. "Tum liner ke uper so jaana, main niche so jaun gi."

"Okay," Zaid agreed and pulled back the cover, laying on top of the liner. "Toh, any ideas for the cake?"

The whole night, the newly wed couple stayed up planning their elaborate walima.

At the walima, Mubashira had a real Cinderella moment. She wore a light blue dress, and even accidentally lost her shoe while getting on the stage. After dinner, Zaid and Mubashira cut an elaborate and tall cake, and fed the first slice to each other. Then, Zaid spoke to the guests who recorded his amazing speech. He subtly called out his brother's betrayal, and explained how he fell in love with Mubashira as the two of them were joined in their grief. He thanked God that he gave him someone he could cry with, and promised to never give Mubashira a reason to cry.

The guests and media clapped and ate cake as Zaid looked at Mubashira in front of the cameras and said:

"I love you."

Mubashira smiled at him and held his face as she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too."

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Yaar, yeh likhte likhte meri khud ki shaadi ho gai. Lol