Zaid's POV

When Mum comes into my room to wake me up this morning, I'm speechless for a good minute or two. I can't believe it. The day has finally arrived. The day that I make Zara mine. I will marry her today. I've missed her so much, I can't wait to see her as my bride tonight.

Mum notices the shocked expression on my face when she comes into my room, and she chuckles gently. "I can't believe it either, beta. You and Zara will get married this evening, and she will come to our home. Oh, I'm so excited! You honestly made me the happiest and proudest mother in the world when you told us about your decision to marry Zara. And the day has finally arrived!"

She beams at me before going to my closet and taking out my sherwani. It's a beautiful light gold colour, with gold and red embroidery. It isn't too heavily embroidered, but it isn't simple, either. It's perfect. As soon as I saw it, I had decided that I would wear this on my wedding day.

I sit up in bed, yawning and stretching. A small smile makes its way onto my lips, when I realise that tomorrow morning, Zara will be here with me. She will wake up with me. I can't wait to see her tonight. I feel like I've waited an eternity to marry her and make her mine.

'I haven't seen her in ages,' I say quietly to myself. The last time I saw her was after her bridal party, when I went to her room at night. I chuckle at the memory.

Mum smiles at me. "Yes, you haven't, but you'll see her today as your bride. You must have imagined her as your bride before?"

Every night, Mum. Every night.

I return the smile. 'She will make the most beautiful bride.'

Mum nods, agreeing. "I know she will. She looked like a princess on her mehndi, and today I know that she will look even more beautiful."

I didn't see her on her mehndi function, but I know that she must have looked stunning. She always does, and when she was dressed up as a mehndi bride, she would have looked unreal. Perfect.

Today, she will be mine. Finally.

'She must be upset today, though. She will be leaving her home today,' I say, sadly. I hope Zara isn't feeling too upset, I can't see her sad.

Mum gives me a small, sad smile. Tears quickly fill her eyes. She nods. "Yes, and I feel very upset thinking about her rukhsati. I feel upset knowing how sad her parents and Maryam must be feeling. Hafsa called me this morning, and she was crying. It made me cry, too."

'Hafsa called me too this morning, telling me that she will reach in a couple of hours. And she told me how difficult it was for Zara, Maryam, Aunty and Uncle last night. They were all trying to hold in their tears this morning,' I say quietly.

Mum comes over to me, giving me another sad smile. "Yes. Zaid, please always take care of Zara and keep her happy. She really is a delicate angel. She deserves all the happiness in the world."

'Of course, Mum. She means everything to me. Zara is too precious for me, I'll always do everything I can to keep her happy and be the best husband possible. I know that she'll miss her family a lot, too. I'll take her to see them whenever she wants, for however long she wants. That's no problem at all. I'll do whatever it takes to keep her happy. She deserves all the happiness in the world and more.'

Mum's eyes tear up at my words. "I know you'll always keep her happy, Zaid. She's my daughter, she always has been. And of course, you must take her to her family whenever she feels like going, whenever she's upset. It would make her very happy. I love you, beta. I love you so much."

She hugs me gently, smiling. I hug her back, wrapping my arms around her. 'I love you too, Mum. Always.'

She breaks the hug a few seconds later and grins at me. "I can't believe you're getting married. I'm still in shock! Your father was saying the same, he's so shocked too. But we're very happy for you. Zara is the perfect life partner for you, and you for her. We love you both more than you can imagine."

I smile. 'I can't believe it either, Mum. I feel so lucky, that Zara will be mine. She's a precious gem, she's really amazing Mum.'

"I know, Zaid. She's beautiful, she's lovely, kind, caring and she's perfect."

I nod.

'I'll go and take a shower quickly and then I'll join you and Dad for breakfast. The relatives will probably be arriving soon,' I say softly.

Mum nods. Then she laughs. "Yes, you should hurry up. Your Aunty Safiya will be arriving soon. I think you should take a paracetamol before she arrives, too."

I chuckle. Aunty Safiya is Dad's youngest sister, and she's the nice one. I don't like Dad's other sister much, as she has always seemed jealous of our family. Aunty Safiya is nice, but she talks so much. She talks way too much, and she makes you listen to what she's saying. If your mind wanders for a single second, she finds out and then she starts telling her stories again from the start. She's annoying at times, and so are her kids. Her children are very naughty and they always mess up the whole apartment. And she doesn't tell them off, which is very irritating. I know that she has a kind heart, though. 'I will.'

Mum leaves my room, telling me that she's going to prepare breakfast. I grab some casual clothes and head into the shower to freshen up for the busy but amazing day. I know that today will be the best day of my life.

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Zara's POV

When I wake up that morning, I glance at the clock on my bedroom wall. It reads 10:15am. I jolt up, my eyes widening when I realise that today is my wedding day. I feel a sense of nervousness but also excitement course through my body. My nerves are buzzing right now. I can't believe the day has finally arrived.

The girls are already awake, and they're not in the room. They must have woken up ages ago, but no one woke me up because I fell asleep late last night. I smile sadly before getting out of bed. Before going to the bathroom, I take a look around my whole room. I feel my heart constrict with pain. I've stayed in this room for my entire life. And today, I will be leaving this room and my home to start a new life.

I touch every single thing in the room, my eyes filling up with tears. I know that I will be staying in this room when I come to stay over after marriage, but it will be different. I'm going to terribly miss my room and every memory I have with it.

After walking around the whole room and touching everything, I sit back on the edge of my bed. I open the top drawer of my left bedside table and take out a photo frame. It holds a picture of me, Maryam, Mum and Dad. This picture was taken three years ago, and it's my favourite picture of us all. We all look so happy in this picture. We were in the park, having a picnic on a surprisingly sunny day when Dad decided to take this picture.

I don't realise when I start crying silently. Tears fall onto the photo frame and I gently wipe them away. My heart feels like it's broken completely. This is too difficult, I can't believe how strong girls are at the time of their rukhsati. When they say goodbye to their parents, their siblings, the only home they've known since birth. I don't know how I'm going to keep it together, because I know that I'm going to cry. A lot. Especially when Dad hugs me at my rukhsati. I'm going to break completely.

After nearly ten minutes of sitting in silence, staring at the picture and recalling several moments of my childhood, I place the photo frame back into its drawer and stand up. My legs are shaking at how emotional I'm feeling.

I see a light cream kurta and trouser on the sofa at the far end of the room. Mum must have placed it there when I was asleep, for me to wear before going to the salon. I take a shower, and thankfully, the warm water calms me slightly. But only slightly. I still feel so sad, and so nervous too. I spend nearly an hour in the shower, before getting changed into the outfit Mum has prepared for me. I quickly dry my hair, brush through it and put it up into a messy bun.

When I reach the living room downstairs, I notice that everyone turns silent. They 'discreetly' wipe their faces and eyes, and give me forced grins. They've all been crying. My parents, Maryam, my cousins, my friends. Everyone.

'Good morning,' I greet everyone quietly, giving them a small smile.

Everyone greets me back. Hafsa comes over to me and gives me a quick hug, her eyes welling up with tears. "I'm going now, babe. The ceremonies and rituals will soon be starting, and the guests have started to arrive at home. I'll see you this evening, at the hall. I can't believe you're going to be dressed as a bride the next time I see you. I love you so much, seriously. Please smile, be happy, and come quickly! Okay? I'll see you later, Bhabhi (sister-in-law)."

I chuckle, a faint blush appearing on my cheeks. 'I love you too, Hafsa. Take care, bye!'

She kisses me on my forehead, gives me another hug and leaves, wiping her tears away as she reaches the front door. I smile. Hafsa will be my sister-in-law this evening. That's crazy, but so amazing.

*******

Even though it's now nearly 12pm, I eat with my family and friends. We have brunch together, and everyone is chatting constantly. They all look happy now, which I'm thankful for. They're all doing their best to cheer me up.

'Zaawa aunty will be a princess today!' I hear Fatima say in her adorable voice. She's sitting in her mother's lap, grinning at me.

I laugh, giving my niece a wide smile. "Yes, baby. I'll be a princess, like you!"

'Uncle Zaid will be a prince?' She asks, her eyes wide.

I blush at her words but nod. "Yes, sweetie. You'll see him dressed as a prince this evening," I reply softly.

She frowns. 'Uncle Zaid is nice! But..Zaawa is more nice! Aunty Zaawa, you will look more pwetty!'

Aww. I laugh. "Thank you, baby! You'll look the prettiest, though!" She's so adorable, and I'm sad that I've not spent much time with her over these last few weeks. I've been so busy with all the wedding preparations, salon appointments and shopping, that I couldn't spend much time with her. I'll make sure to spend a lot of time with her before she returns to Pakistan, though. Thankfully, my relatives are not returning to Pakistan just yet. They're staying for another couple of months.

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I had no idea that it would be this difficult to leave my home. At 3pm, me, Mum and the girls are all ready to go to the salon. And I feel like I'm about to be sick. I'm leaving my home, the time has come. When we're all ready this evening, we will be going straight to the wedding venue from the salon. So it's now the time to say goodbye to my home, where I have lived for my entire life.

I'm sitting upstairs in my room, unable to stand up. I'm shaking uncontrollably with emotion. I'm trying to hold in my tears, but I don't know how long I'll be able to hold them in for. I glance around my room, my heart constricting with so much pain and emotion. My stomach was hurting earlier this morning, but that pain is all forgotten right now. This emotional pain is much, much worse.

'Zara, we're going to get late. It's nearly 3pm now, and your appointment was for 3. Come downstairs, dear. It's time to go,' Dad calls from downstairs, his voice breaking.

I stand up but my legs give way and I slump down onto the floor next to my bed. I stand up again, gripping onto my bedside table for support. I slowly walk forward, my heartbeat and sadness increasing with each step I take. When I reach my bedroom door, I look back and feel a tear spill. I wipe it away and take a final glance at my room. I shake my head and quickly get out of the room, closing the door behind me.

Dad and Maryam come upstairs and see me leaning on the wall next to my bedroom door. They see the sadness in my eyes, and they both hold my hand.

'Zara, it's time to go,' Dad says quietly, giving me a small smile.

I shake my head furiously. "I don't want to go. I can't go. How can I leave my home and go?" I ask, staring into the eyes of the man I've loved since birth.

'This will always be your home, Zara. Always. Nothing will change, because you're getting married. You will have two homes from now, but always remember, dear, the doors of this home are always open for you. I love you,' he says quietly, his voice shaking.

I hug him and cry into his shoulder. "I love you too, Dad. I love you so much. It feels like..like my heart is broken. Shattered into a million pieces. I'm going to miss you so much."

He hugs me back, close, and places a kiss on the top of my head. 'I'm going to miss you too, but don't worry. I'm always going to come to your home, and you're always going to come here. I feel sad that you're leaving, but I feel happy at the same time. Because I fully trust Zaid. I would trust him with my life. And I'm doing just that. I'm trusting him with my life, which is you.'

I smile sadly and sigh, before breaking the hug. He kisses me on my forehead. "Yeah, he's a crazy guy but he's a good guy."

Dad grins. 'Exactly. Now come, let's go. I can't wait to see my beautiful daughter as a bride this evening.'

We go downstairs, where everyone is trying their best to hold in their tears. Everyone hugs me, but they constantly whisper teasing comments and jokes into my ear to stop me from crying. Ten minutes later, Mum tells me that we should get going because we're already late. I tell her to wait just two minutes, and I go to every room in the house, just looking at everything.

I hold in my tears as I walk to the front door, where everyone is standing patiently. I give them a brave smile and walk out, the warm air hitting me. I take a deep breath before telling everyone to hurry up.

'Come on, now! I don't want to keep Zaid waiting too long!' I joke, making everyone laugh with tears in their eyes.

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When I sit in Dad's car, I smile, taking another deep breath. I've finally left my home to go to the salon to turn into a bride. Zaid's bride. I feel the excitement course through my body. What will his reaction be when he sees me this evening? I hope he likes how I'm looking. And I can't wait to see him wearing his sherwani. When I see him, he will be my husband.

My cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

Thankfully, everyone has cheered up now, and are talking excitedly about the wedding. I can't believe I'm going to marry Zaid today.

Now that I'm not feeling as emotional as I was earlier, I feel the cramps. I feel them strong, in my lower stomach and back. My legs are also aching. Damn. I forgot to take a painkiller. I'll have to take one soon, before I get ready.

I whisper to Mum, telling her that I need to take an ibuprofen. She smiles, replying that she has a drink and also ibuprofen in her handbag. She hands me my favourite orange juice and gives me one ibuprofen, which I quickly take at the back of the car.

We reach the salon twenty minutes later. Thankfully, there wasn't too much traffic which is good as we're already late.

I smile at Dad and tell him to not be late this evening when he comes to pick us up, as I don't want to keep everyone waiting too long. He chuckles, telling me that he'll reach half an hour before we're all ready.

We all exit our cars and I wave goodbye to Dad before we walk into the salon, with several big bags holding my clothing, shoes, jewellery and accessories. The rest of the girls are mostly already changed into their lovely dresses. I love what they're all wearing. Ayesha is wearing a stunning lilac anarkali dress, Maryam is wearing a beautiful royal blue lehenga. They're all wearing lovely clothes, but they're not as beautiful as mine.

My bridal lehenga is the most beautiful one I've ever seen, and I'm in love with it. I wonder if Zaid will like it as much as I do. I can't wait to see him this evening, I've missed him like crazy. The last time I saw him was two and a half weeks ago, when he came to my room after my bridal party. My cheeks heat up at the memory of that night.

Aliya, the owner of the salon and the lovely young girl who has been doing my makeup for all my wedding functions, greets us happily when we enter the salon. The girls start to get ready, as Ayesha and Layla first go to get their makeup done. I change into a gown, before walking to the bridal room to get ready.

Aliya has her makeup all laid out on the table in front of me, and also in her makeup trolley next to my chair. I take a seat in the makeup chair, and she grins at me.

'So, Zara! How do you feel today, on your wedding day?' She asks me, smiling.

She starts to cleanse my face.

I chuckle softly. "How do I feel? I feel....nervous, excited, emotional, happy, sad to leave my family and home, and so much more. I feel literally every emotion in the world today."

She smiles, nodding. 'Aww, sweetie. I wish you all the happiness in the world, you deserve it.'

We continue to talk while she cleanses my face, making it ready for the makeup. Then, she starts on my base.

'Your lehenga is absolutely stunning, Zara. It's so elegant and beautiful. You're going to look gorgeous tonight!'

"Thank you, Aliya. I love it so much, too! When I saw it in the boutique, I knew that it was the perfect dress. And I knew that it would be the dress I'd wear on my wedding day," I say, smiling.

She nods. 'It's gorgeous. What kind of makeup look would you like today?'

"Traditional, please. I've always dreamt about my wedding look, and it's always been the same in my imagination. I would like a red and gold bridal eye makeup look, with winged liner, and a red lip matching my dress." I want a traditional bridal look, as I think it looks more beautiful and elegant compared to modern looks.

'That's exactly what I thought would be perfect for today, too. You'll look stunning with a traditional bridal look,' she says, smiling softly.

She then asks me what jewellery I will be wearing today.

"Oh, Mum has it and she's outside in the reception area. It's artificial jewellery, but Swarovski. It's a Kyles Jewellery set. I had so much gold jewellery, but I chose not to wear it because I think matching artificial jewellery looks better. The colours are light gold and red, matching my dress."

'Kyles Jewellery is amazing, and to be honest with you, Zara, it doesn't cost much less than real gold jewellery,' Aliya says, chuckling. 'What pieces of jewellery will you wear?'

"There's a necklace, tikka, jhumar, earrings, ring and bangles in red and gold on both my arms," I tell her, laughing. "Yes, it's a lot of jewellery. I know." I wink.

'It's a lot, but it must be so beautiful. You only get married once, and I agree that you should go all out!' She says, smiling, as she starts on my eye makeup.

"Exactly! I want to feel like a princess today. I already do," I whisper, a small smile on my lips.

I feel like the most special and luckiest girl in the world today. Because I'm marrying Zaid. He chose me, and not any other girl. He could have had any girl in the world, but he chose me.

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After an hour and a half, my makeup is complete. I glance at the mirror, and my breath catches in my throat. My eyes fill up with tears, and I quickly blink them away. I don't want to ruin all of Aliya's hard work.

My makeup is absolutely perfect. It looks amazing, I love it so much. Aliya has given me a beautiful red and gold eye makeup look. The eyeshadows are perfectly blended, and the outer corners are a dark brown colour, giving my eyes a smoky look. The inner corners are bright, making my eyes pop. Several different shades are on my eyelids. Mainly golds, reds and browns, blended together to perfection. The same brown shade which has been blended into my crease has been swiped under my eyes, too. Aliya has applied the most perfect lashes on me, making my eyes look even more beautiful. She has also lined my eyes with a black liquid liner, giving me a perfect winged liner look.

My contour and highlight have been applied to perfection, making my cheekbones look even more structured and giving my face more shape and dimension. The highlight has been used on my cheekbones, cupids bow, the tip of my nose and slightly on my forehead, too. It looks beautiful in the dazzling light. Aliya has applied a light pink/peach blush to my cheeks, making it look natural.

My lips have been painted a deep red colour, perfectly matching my lehenga. Red lipstick definitely suits me the most. She hasn't overlined my lips, as they are already full.

I turn to Aliya and give her a huge hug, making sure not to ruin my makeup. She chuckles, hugging me back gently.

'I'm assuming you like it?' She asks, smiling at me when I break the hug.

I shake my head. "I love it, I love it, I love it! It's perfect. Absolutely perfect. Thank you so much!"

I glance into the mirror once more, falling in love with my makeup look again. It's flawless.

'I'm glad you like it, sweetie! It does look really beautiful!' She replies, her grin widening.

"I love it! I'm so excited to get married now. I can't wait for Zaid to see me this evening!"

Just then, Layla and Ayesha come into the bridal room. Their eyes water up when they see my makeup look complete.

'Zara! You look so beautiful!' Ayesha says, rushing to me and giving me a gentle hug.

I hug her back, thanking her. "Thanks so much, Ayesh! You look gorgeous! So do you, Layla!"

Ayesha is wearing a natural makeup look with her beautiful lilac anarkali dress. Her eye makeup is natural, and her lipstick is light pink. Her hair has been curled and pinned to one side, falling gracefully over her right shoulder.

Layla is wearing a beautiful, embroidered gold maxi dress. Her eye makeup is smokey, with gold glitter, and her lipstick is nude. Her hair has been straightened.

They both look absolutely stunning.

'Zara, I don't know what to say! You look gorg! Zaid is definitely gonna go crazy tonight! Too bad that you have your period, though,' Layla says, chuckling.

"Thanks, Layla! You look amazing too!" I blush due to her period comment.

A few minutes later, Layla and Ayesha help me change into my lehenga and matching shirt. I zip my lehenga from the side, feeling how heavy it is when I move. Layla zips up my shirt from the back. It fits perfectly, of course, but it's super heavy.

I found it difficult to walk in my mehndi dress, and this is so much heavier. They help me out of the dressing room, back into the bridal room where the hairstylists are now ready with their tools.

When I walk in, I see that Mum is ready. She looks so beautiful. I grin at her, complimenting her on her look. 'Mum, wow! You look stunning! So graceful and stylish!' I say, laughing.

Her eyes water up, and she starts to cry, quickly wiping away her tears. "Zara, you look perfect. You look like a princess, you're the most beautiful girl in the world."

She comes over to me and hugs me gently, sniffling.

'Mum, don't cry! Why are you crying?' I ask, laughing, but my own eyes have teared up too.

"I'm crying because my lovely daughter is a bride! And she's the most beautiful bride in the world! I can't believe it's your wedding day! You're so gorgeous!" Another tear escapes from her eyes. I gently wipe it away, making sure not to ruin her makeup.

'Mum, please don't cry. Otherwise, I'll start crying too. And my makeup will get ruined,' I joke.

Mum laughs through her tears, dabbing a tissue under her eyes gently. "Hafsa keeps calling me, to ask if you're ready."

I laugh. 'What's happening over there?' I ask Mum.

She grins at me, a glint in her eyes. "Zaid is probably getting ready now. Yes. Hafsa told me ten minutes ago, that he was about to get ready."

I can't control the blush which appears on my cheeks. I can't wait to see Zaid. He will look so handsome in his sherwani.

I nod, looking down at the ground to hide my smile from Mum. She chuckles at me, as do Layla and Ayesha.

'Go, get ready quickly. You don't want to keep Zaid waiting too long, do you?' Mum asks, winking at me.

I laugh. "He can wait."

Mum helps me to the hairdressing chair. I have no idea how I'm going to be able to walk in such a heavy dress this evening. When the dupatta is set on my head, I won't be able to lift my head up easily, as the dupatta is also very heavy.

The hairdressers get started, chatting happily with me. Around forty-five minutes later, my hairstyle is complete, and my jewellery is on. The tikka and jhumar had to be set while my hairstyle was being created, and pinned in.

I'm in love with my hairstyle look when it's complete. No one has let me look into a full-length mirror yet, saying that I can only see once I'm fully ready. My hairstyle for my wedding is a half updo which is intricate and so beautiful, decorated with tiny gold gems in the bun at the back of my head. Half of my hair is curled and falls gracefully over my left shoulder. I look like a real princess, and I definitely feel like one, too.

My hair is curled and ends just above my waist, as it's so long and thick. I feel it, loving the soft feel under my fingertips. The bun at the back of my head helps with the dupatta setting, and it looks very pretty as the material of my dupatta is mainly net.

The dupatta is very heavy, and as soon as the hairstylists place it on the top of my head, I feel my head and shoulders start to ache. However, once they have pinned it properly, using over twenty bobby pins and safety pins, it feels slightly more comfortable. The dupatta has been styled in a very elegant way, and it completes my bridal look. It is mainly on my head and pinned to the back of my shirt, but one end of the gorgeous dupatta is over my right shoulder, pinned to the short sleeves of my shirt.

My nails have been painted a matching deep red, and my hands are adorned with several gold and diamond rings. On both arms, I'm wearing gold and red bangles which match my lehenga.

When I'm ready, Maryam and Ayesha, who are now in this room, help me to stand up. They take me over to the full-length mirror.

I have no words right now. I don't know what to say, except that I look beautiful. Perfect. I'm not bragging, because I don't like to, but I'm in love with my complete look. The makeup, hair and jewellery all look absolutely flawless. I almost feel as though I'm looking at someone else through the mirror, and not at my own reflection.

My lehenga is absolutely stunning. It's so gorgeous, that I'm lost for words. I'm speechless seeing my own reflection. The shirt has short sleeves, so my beautiful, intricate henna looks amazing. The henna stain is so dark, too. I was shocked at how dark the stain was this morning, when I washed it off. The shirt and lehenga have the most beautiful embroidery. The shirt is slightly more simple, as my lehenga is entirely covered with intricate patterns and beading in gold and silver, but it too is beautiful and has a lot of beadwork. The lehenga definitely weighs over 10kg, as it's so difficult to walk wearing this, but I don't want to take it off as it's so perfect. I can't wait for Zaid to see me dressed as his bride. I can't believe I'm getting married today! It all seems so surreal. Even though I'm staring at my reflection in the mirror, dressed as a bride, I still can't believe it. It all seems too good to be true. 

My lehenga fits perfectly, the deep red colour looking beautiful with my fair complexion. The intricate beading and embroidery is modern and traditional at the same time, giving me a regal look. I gently touch the beading on my shirt and smile. It's perfect. I honestly haven't seen a bridal lehenga which is so heavy but so perfect. It has all my favourite things, including my favourite shade of red, my favourite type of embroidery, my favourite form-fitting style, my favourite sleeves, and my favourite heavy net dupatta. I can't stop staring at myself in the mirror, because I look and feel so beautiful.

The four-inch heels I'm wearing don't show under the floor-length lehenga, but I feel even more special wearing them. My favourite gold Jimmy Choo's sandals with a four-inch heel, with sparkling diamantes and the most comfortable inside. The heels will make me look slightly taller when I'm standing next to Zaid, who is a good 6 feet tall.

My dress, shoes, clutch, makeup, hair, jewellery, everything is absolutely perfect.

'Zara, you're the most beautiful bride in the world. You look like a princess, like an angel,' Maryam says, her voice laced with emotion.

I turn to her and give her a small smile. "Thanks, sis! You look stunning, too." She does. She looks lovely.

I glance into the mirror again and blush slightly. I hope Zaid likes the way I'm looking today. I hope he loves it as much as I do.

'Are you ready to go?' Mum asks me, her voice teasing but emotional.

I turn to face her, nodding slightly. The dupatta is so heavy, even though it's pinned to the back of my shirt, to my sleeves, and to my shoulders.

I'm so ready to go.

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So, here's Part 1 of Zaid and Zara's wedding day. How did you guys find this chapter? This was another pretty long chapter!

The next chapter will feature more of Zaid, and also.....the Nikah! I really hope hope hope you guys love it! Please vote and comment if you enjoyed reading this chapter, even though I know there wasn't much of Zaid in it.

I'm so excited to bring the next few chapters to you guys! I wonder what you'll think of them! Haha!

The bride is finally ready, let's see what our groom is up to, yes? ;-)

I love you all to infinity! Stay tuned for the next chapter! xx