Zara's POV

The next morning, I spend time with my family, before getting ready to go to the salon to get ready for my mehndi function. My appointment is for 3:30pm, and all the girls and Maryam will be accompanying me. My friends and cousins will also be getting their makeup done today, from the other makeup artists at the salon. The owner, the lovely young girl who did my engagement, bridal party and haldi makeup will be doing my makeup today and also for my wedding and walima (reception).

We all set off at around 2:45pm as it takes at least half an hour to reach the salon, and there's usually traffic at this time. We reach at 3:25pm. Dad, Ali and Rayyan tell us that they will arrive at 6:30pm to pick us up and take us to the venue.

The girls help me to take my dress and accessories into the salon. They're wearing the most beautiful outfits themselves. My friends and Maryam are wearing matching orange kameez pajama suits with a small amount of embroidery, which are absolutely stunning. My female cousins are wearing matching green kameez pajama suits which are of a similar design to those which my friends are wearing.

The girls get started with their makeup, and I change into a gown and am told to go into the bridal room, where all the brides get ready. The young makeup artist, Aliya, gets started on my base after greeting me excitedly.

'Zara! I can't believe it's your mehndi function today! And your wedding the day after tomorrow! I'm so happy for you, sweetie! You'll make the most beautiful bride!' She says, smiling widely at me.

I chuckle, thanking her. "I can't believe it either, it's come so soon! Thank you so much! I have no doubt about that, as you're doing my makeup!"

'I honestly feel so lucky, to be doing your makeup. I mean, you will be the wife of Zaid Malik! And you're the sweetest girl! He's a lucky guy!'

I blush, shaking my head. "You're too sweet, and I'm the lucky one! He's an amazing guy." He really is. He's the best.

She grins, throwing me a wink. 'The whole city knows that you completely changed him. He's crazy for you! And I can see why!'

I laugh. "He changed me, too." He definitely did. He made me believe in love again. He made me trust again.

My base is perfect half an hour later. She then starts on my eye makeup, matching it to my dress. Another hour later, my makeup is complete and I'm in love with it.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror and let out a small gasp. 'It's perfect. I love it so much!'

She beams.

I love my makeup, and I know that it will look beautiful with my dress. My base is perfect, and my contouring and highlight really bring out my best features. Aliya has given me a glittery gold eye, matching the embroidery on my dress. The gold and glitter on my eyelids really brings out the brown of my eyes, making them look larger and more beautiful. She's given me a winged liner, which suits my eye shape. My lips are painted a deep pink colour.

It's perfect.

I thank Aliya over and over again, telling her how much I love the makeup look.

"I'm glad you like it, sweetie! I can't wait to do your wedding and walima makeup!"

'I can't wait either! I'm so excited now!' She grins at my excitement, giving me a small hug.

I'm then told to go and change into my dress, before my hairstyling.

Most of the girls are done with their makeup, and they look absolutely stunning. Layla helps me change into my dress, and it takes a while because the dress is so huge.

When I exit the changing room, the girls all let out small gasps and some of them even have tears in their eyes. I laugh at them, saying that I'm not even ready yet as my hairstyling is left.

Layla and Maryam lead me into the hairstyling room and help me to stand in front of the large, full-length mirror. My eyes water up when I see my reflection and my beautiful dress. Today, I feel like a bride. Today, I feel like I'm marrying Zaid the day after tomorrow.

My mehndi dress is perfect, beautiful, stunning. It consists of a sleeveless dress which is white from the top, and then blends into a beautiful yellow colour. The borders are green and dark pink, matching my lipstick. It is simple, with silver and gold embroidery around the neck area. The dress is fitted from the top, and it then goes larger from the bottom part, as it has several layers of lace underneath it to give it a beautiful ballgown look. On top of the sleeveless dress, I'm wearing a matching open gown which has half sleeves, and a small train at the back. It's absolutely gorgeous. The gown is more heavily embroidered, with intricate embroidery of silver and gold over the arms and also over the front.

The back of the gown is simpler, but it has a beautiful short train. Yep, it's definitely gonna be difficult walking in this but I don't care. I feel like a princess right now. I grin at the girls, who are wearing similar expressions to me.

'You look stunning, Zara,' Ayesha tells me, smiling.

"Like a princess," Habiba adds, grinning at me.

I chuckle, thanking them. 'Thank you so much, you girls look beautiful!' They do. They all look amazing! The photography is gonna be incredible today.

I walk to the hairstyling chair, feeling the trail of my dress behind me. It makes me grin.

I take a seat, and the three hairstylists beam at me. They're the same ones who have been doing my hairstyle for my previous functions.

"You look absolutely beautiful, Zara. We haven't seen such a lovely mehndi dress before!" One of the girls says, smiling.

'Thank you so much! It means a lot!' I reply politely.

"How do you want your hair styled today, lovely?"

I shrug. 'Whatever you think will suit me! But I would prefer if my hairstyles are different for all my functions.'

They get started on my hair, and I sit patiently while texting Mum. She's at the mehndi venue, and she tells me that the guests have started to arrive. It makes me feel nervous, but so excited at the same time. My bridal party and haldi functions were small, with only close family and friends. Although today's function won't be as huge as my wedding or walima, there will be over 400 guests today too. And that's not a small number.

Just over half an hour later, my hairstyle is finished. I glance in the mirror and beam. 'It looks amazing! I really love it, thank you!' I thank the lovely girls who styled my hair, making them smile happily.

They've given me a fishtail braid, which is intricately decorated with gems and small yellow flowers which perfectly match my dress. The braid falls over my right shoulder, ending around my waist, and it looks amazing as my hair is so thick and long. A few strands of hair are left free on the other side of my face, and are curled to perfection.

This is definitely my favourite hairstyle out of all the ones I've had so far. I'm in love with it.

I take a few quick selfies on my phone, making funny faces in some of them. These photos will be very memorable, I know. I will get my dupatta set on my head today, as I will for my wedding and walima. My dupatta is quite heavy, so the hairstylists and makeup artist have to use several bobby pins and safety pins. The dupatta is white fading into yellow, like my dress, and it has some silver and gold embroidery and beautiful pink and green borders.

I'm wearing jewellery today, too. Matching yellow, green, pink and gold bangles. A pink and green necklace with matching earrings and tikka.

When my dupatta setting is complete, the girls help me to the full-length mirror and I let out a small gasp when I see my reflection. I look like a bride. I look amazing, I love the magic they've done with my hair and makeup. It looks amazing. It's perfect.

I start to feel slightly emotional, and I hug the lovely girl who did my makeup. She chuckles, returning the hug. "Zara, don't cry! You look lovely, sweetie! Absolutely stunning!"

'I know, but I love it so much! It's perfect. The makeup, hair, jewellery and dupatta setting, everything! I feel like a bride today that I have my dupatta on my head,' I say, making everyone laugh.

"Yes, you're the most beautiful bride. Zaid is a lucky man!" She responds, grinning at me.

If only Zaid could see me today.

Maryam nudges me, winking. 'I know you've gone into dreamland about Zaid bhai now! You want him to see you right now, don't you?! Sis, if he was here, trust me, he would have gone into shock seeing you looking so beautiful. Good shock, of course.'

I blush, hitting her playfully on her arm. She snickers.

The girls take pictures of me for the next few minutes, making me do silly poses. One of the poses Layla makes me do has me in a laughing fit. I'm literally doubling over in laughter at her telling me how to do the pose. She shows me the picture, and I love this one the most.

"This photo is my favourite, too. Zara, you look well hot today. Gorgeous. Zaid would make sure your Nikah was today itself if he saw you!" She teases, winking at me.

I roll my eyes, laughing.

'You look stunning too, Layla. All you girls do!' I tell them, smiling.

"Not as beautiful as you, though!" Sana says, winking at me.

Dad, Rayyan and Ali arrive five minutes later to take us to the venue. I sit in Dad's car, in the front seat because my dress is huge and it needs space. Maryam and Sana are sitting at the back of Dad's car.

'Zara, you look beautiful. You always do, but you look absolutely stunning. You look like a bride,' Dad says, smiling at me. I notice that his eyes have filled with tears, but he quickly blinks them away.

I try to cheer him up. "Thanks, Dad! You look great too, wearing that white shalwar kameez! I haven't seen you wear Pakistani clothes in ages! They suit you!"

He chuckles. 'Thank you, dear. Maryam, Sana, you girls look lovely too.'

They both thank him and we set off on the road.

I feel my nerves start to kick in when we get closer to the venue. I know that Zaid won't be here tonight, but I'm still starting to feel nervous because there will be so many guests who will all see me.

Thankfully, though, when we reach the hall, I'm taken inside to a back room. The bridal room. This is the venue where my wedding ceremony will be held, too. I haven't seen the hall and the decorations yet as I'm taken straight to the bridal room, but I know they'll be exquisite.

My family and friends come to see me in the bridal room, and all of them compliment me, saying that I look absolutely stunning. I thank them all politely. When Mum comes to see me, she gives me a small kiss on the top of my head and then she starts to cry. I scold her, telling her to stop crying otherwise I'll also start to cry, and I'll ruin my lovely makeup. She quickly wipes away her tears, before giving me a hug.

'You look beautiful, like an angel,' she says to me with a smile.

"Thanks, Mum! You look more beautiful, though." She looks stunning, in her dark green embroidered shalwar kameez. She looks very graceful and elegant.

Hafsa and her family arrive a few minutes later. Like Mum, Aunty starts to cry when she sees me. I chuckle. 'You look so beautiful, beta! If Zaid was here right now, he would go crazy!' Aunty says, hugging me and pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

I laugh, blushing. "You look amazing too, Aunty, thank you! Hafsa, how am I looking?" I ask, turning to my best friend who is too busy taking pictures of me.

'You look well hot. If I was a guy, I would definitely.... Okay, okay, Mum. Zara, you look like a princess. Mum's right, if bhai was here, he would make sure that your Nikah took place today!' She hugs me and I smack her lightly on her arm.

She winks at me, before whispering into my ear. 'Are you ready for Saturday night?'

My cheeks heat up, and I know my entire face is deep scarlet right now. "Hafsa, shut up! You're so crazy."

She bursts out laughing, winking at me. 'Why can't Saturday arrive faster? I'm so impatient! Babe, I'm staying with you tomorrow night.'

I smile at her, nodding. "Good. But how will you get here? I mean, Zaid's mehndi is tomorrow night."

Tomorrow night is the last night at my home before my wedding. All my cousins, family and friends will be staying with me. I know it's going to be a very emotional night.

'I'll come with the rest of the girls after the ceremony, duh.'

I laugh. "Okay."

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Many more distant relatives and friends come to see me, the blushing bride, soon after. Then, everyone is told to leave the bridal room when the photographer arrives, for my photo session.

First, he takes several (over 100) pictures of me, making me do different poses and sit and stand in different ways. Then, he takes pictures of me with my close family and friends. The photo session lasts over an hour. Then, it's time to go onto the stage.

As it is my mehndi today, all my female cousins, Maryam and my friends take me onto the stage. The entire hall falls into complete silence when I make my entrance. I can hear all my favourite wedding and mehndi songs in the background. I can see the smiling faces of my family and friends.

The hall is a picture of elegance and sophistication. All the arrangements and the decorations are perfect, just as I wanted them to be. Most of the decorations and flowers are yellow, but the other colours of my dress (green and pink) are included beautifully in everything. The chandeliers which light the hall are silver and gold, also matching my dress. The décor is royal, regal, sparkly and perfect.

The walkway is decorated with yellow flower petals, and it looks amazing. All the tables are draped with a light gold cloth and the cutlery is gold and silver. On each table, there is a stunning golden vase which contains different types of yellow flowers. There is also one pink rose in the middle of each vase.

The girls walk me to the stage and help me get seated. I can see and feel everyone's eyes on me, and I feel like a princess.

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The mehndi ceremony goes by quickly and perfectly. Everyone enjoys themselves, but I enjoy myself the most. I will not be getting my bridal mehndi applied today, but I'll be getting that done tomorrow, by Habiba and Sana who are amazing at bridal henna. They were so happy when I asked them if they could do it for me, and they of course agreed instantly.

There is also dancing, mainly my close friends. Mainly Layla and Hafsa. The dancing is so fun to watch, and then my male cousins join in too. And Rayyan, who's an amazing dancer. I had no idea.

As soon as the ceremony finishes, though, and the guests start to leave, I get a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. My legs have started to hurt, too, because of my heavy dress and massive heels. I'm still feeling as happy as ever, but I'm getting some pain in my stomach and legs.

Just then, it hits me.

My period.

I'm about to start my period.

It's now turned 12:30pm. So the 5th of August has started. Today evening is Zaid's mehndi, and tomorrow is our wedding day. And I'm about to start my period.

Could I be anymore unlucky?!

Through all my wedding planning, shopping and excitement this past month, I had completely forgotten about my period. This is so embarrassing. How will I tell Zaid? He will be my husband, but maybe he is expecting to... I'm such an idiot.

I'm so thankful that there is no traffic on the way home. I go straight upstairs to my room and change my clothes. I haven't started my period just yet, but any minute now I will. The girls are all giving me confused looks, as I haven't told them, but I can't be bothered to just yet. It's embarrassing. The day before my wedding, I'm going to start my period.

I take an ibuprofen and get straight into bed after removing my makeup and brushing my hair.

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I'm awake at 6:30am, with the worst cramps ever. They've never been this bad before. I hate that I've started my period, the day before my wedding. I'm going to be in so much pain on my wedding day. Even when I take painkillers, they don't help much in the first few days. This sucks.

I eat a biscuit and take medicine, before heading back upstairs to my room. Everyone is fast asleep yet.

When I return to my room and see the girls fast asleep, I burst out laughing. If you think about it, it's really funny. It actually is. Being the idiot that I am, I wake them all up and they look more confused than ever.

'Zara? Are you drunk?' Layla asks me, sleepily. The girls all sit up and look at me in confusion.

This makes me laugh harder. "I need to tell you girls something. There's no guy here, is there? Nope. Okay. I need to tell you all something. You can't tell anyone, though." I place a finger on my lips.

They nod. 'What's wrong?' Ayesha asks, worriedly.

"Why are you awake so early?" Sana asks me, yawning loudly.

'I've started my period. Just now.'

There is complete silence for a good thirty seconds or so, before they all burst out laughing. They're in hysterics. And they're all definitely wide awake now.

'You're kidding, right? Tell me you're kidding.' Layla.

I shake my head, trying to contain my laughter. I'm laughing now, but I won't be laughing tomorrow night when I have to tell Zaid.

Tomorrow night. Oh, my god. It's so soon.

"Zara!" Ayesha exclaims, laughing loudly.

'Shh, you'll wake everyone up. I have the worst cramps ever, and I feel like I'm about to be sick,' I say, groaning.

"Poor Zaid. He's gonna have to wait at least...five days! That's crazy!" Layla says, chuckling.

'He's probably gonna come into the room tomorrow night, and I'm going to be sitting there crying in pain.'

They all laugh again.

"Poor Zaid bhai," Maryam says, smirking. "He'll have to control himself."

I flush, my cheeks beet red. 'I'm gonna have to tell him.'

"Well, of course you'll have to tell him. Wait, not right now, right?!" Habiba asks, her eyes widening in shock. She's too cute.

'No! Are you crazy?! Tomorrow, of course. Oh, god! Ouch! Someone, please help me,' I groan out loudly in pain, slumping down onto my bed next to Ayesha.

'I'll get you a hot water bottle,' Maryam says, laughing. She heads out the room and I can hear her laughter from outside. She's going to wake everyone up if she continues to laugh so loudly.

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Although I'm in pain all day, I have so much fun with my family and friends. When Ayesha tells Mum about my period starting, the look on Mum's face is priceless. Then she bursts out laughing too, and starts to tell me about the time of her wedding. She had the same situation.

'Ew! Mum, TMI. I don't want to know!' I groan, covering my face with my hands in embarrassment.

She chuckles, her cheeks turning light pink. "It's gonna be hilarious when Hafsa finds out," Mum tells me, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

'Yeah, it definitely is.' I can imagine Hafsa's silence for a few seconds, before she would burst out into a laughing fit in front of everyone. The thought makes me laugh.

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Later that afternoon, everyone starts to get ready for Zaid's mehndi. I will of course stay behind at home, with Sana and Habiba who will be applying my bridal henna. They tell me that it's going to take a few hours to apply the henna, so they start at 6pm, just before everyone else is about to head out.

We have fun watching two Bollywood movies and eating pizza. Well, the two girls are feeding me because my hands are being adorned with mehndi. It's nearly 10pm when my henna application is complete, and it's absolutely beautiful.

They've applied it to the front and back of both my hands and arms, all the way up to my elbows. I also have mehndi on my feet. They've given me a heavy but stunning mehndi design, and I love it so much. I make them take pictures of my mehndi on my phone, and I then post the pictures onto my Instagram account. I add the caption 'nearly a bride...'.

I'm very surprised when less than a minute later, I get my first three likes. One is from Becky, a colleague from the office. Another is from my cousin Waleed, and the third like is from Zaid.

Zaid?! When did he make an Instagram account?! And when did he follow me?

My Instagram account is open, so he wouldn't have had to send me a request, but I had no idea that he had made an account. His like is soon followed by a comment.

'22 hours to go until our Nikah!' His comment already has a substantial number of likes.

I grin and blush crazily. Habiba grabs my phone from me and reads the comment, after which the girls cannot stop teasing me.

I click on Zaid's account and follow it. A huge smile makes its way onto my face when I see that he has posted something. A picture of him ready for his mehndi function. He looks very, very, very handsome. He is wearing a dark green kurta with gold embroidery on the arms and near the top. He has paired it with a gold pajama, and he looks so damn hot. I can't believe he is my very soon-to-be husband.

I press the 'like' button on his photo, and roll my eyes when I see that he has over a thousand likes already. And he just posted the photo less than ten minutes ago.

Over the last few months, after the proposal, I've gained thousands of followers on Instagram, too. I don't know how I feel about it, though. Now, the photo of my bridal henna has 433 likes. That was quick.

I guess being the fiancée (very soon-to-be wife) of a CEO has its effects.

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Everyone returns from Zaid's mehndi just before midnight. I spend some time with my family, and it gets very emotional. Super emotional. Mum and Maryam cry, a lot. Which makes me cry loads, too.

'Zara, I'm so sorry. Tomorrow is your wedding day, and I'm making you cry. But I can't help it, I miss you so much already! I love you so much,' Mum says, engulfing me into another hug.

I hug her back, blinking back more tears.

"I love you more, Mum. Please don't cry, or else I won't go. I won't marry Zaid, I'll stay here with you. You, Dad and Maryam are most important for me," I say, my voice breaking.

Dad was getting emotional too a few minutes ago, so he left the room. I know he didn't want me to see his tears, that's why he went. I'm going to miss my parents and my sister so much. I can honestly feel my heart breaking.

How can I leave my home, my family? How can I go to someone else's home forever? I know that this someone else is Zaid, the only man I fully trust after Dad, but how can I just leave my parents and go? I can see how heartbroken they are, and so am I.

The girls are all downstairs, to give me some time with my family. This hurts so damn much.

The tears fall out of my eyes and I quickly wipe them away.

Seeing my parents and my sister so sad, it hurts so much. I can't see them so upset.

I don't want to leave them. As important as Zaid is to me, my parents are more important. I don't want to leave them and go anywhere.

"Zara, please don't cry baby. Zaid loves you so much, me and your father know that he will always keep you happy. And you know that you can come here whenever you want, this will always be your home. Be the best wife for Zaid, okay?" Mum replies, smiling through her tears.

I nod. 'I know, Mum. I will have two homes from tomorrow, and nothing will change. I'll try my best, Mum. He deserves all the happiness in the world.'

Mum gives me a small grin. "Exactly. So no crying now, okay? I won't cry either. Because I know how much Zaid and his family love you. You're a lucky girl. Go to sleep on time today, tell the girls to let you sleep." She winks at me. I blush deep crimson.

'You get some sleep too, Mum. Tomorrow will be a busy day. And you're going to the salon too, remember? Go to bed.'

She nods, smiling. "You'll make the most beautiful bride the world has ever seen, Zara. No one will be able to take their eyes off you tomorrow. Especially Zaid."

I blush harder. 'Thanks, Mum. I'm off to bed. Love you, goodnight!'

She gives me a small, sad smile. "I love you more, baby. Goodnight."

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The girls all look very sad too that night. Even Hafsa looks sad, which makes me chuckle.

I spend some time with them all, and they continuously tease me. I'm so grateful for all these beautiful, lovely friends in my life. I honestly don't know what I would do without them. I'm gonna miss them like crazy, but I know that I will be seeing them just the same as I do now.

I haven't taken my mehndi off yet, even though it's dried. I'll take it off in the morning, but I can already tell that the stain will be very dark and beautiful.

After an hour or so with the girls, I decide to get some sleep. It's well over 1am, and tomorrow will be a very busy day.

Lying in my bed, I can't stop all my favourite memories since childhood flooding into my mind. I actually remember my first day of school. I remember my first day of college, of university, the first day working at the office with Zaid. I remember going to the park everyday as a child with Dad and Maryam. I remember my food fights with Mum, and how we used to be sitting on the floor covered in flour and chocolate. Dad would walk in and try to tell us off, but he would join in too. I remember my small arguments with Maryam, about petty things like cycling, football and movies. I remember having movie nights with my parents and sister every Friday night, for three years when I was fifteen. I remember everything, and I can't stop the tears from rolling down my face and soaking my pillow.

Tonight is the last night I'm spending as only someone's daughter and sister. Tomorrow, I will be somebody's wife, somebody's daughter-in-law and also a sister-in-law.

How can I leave my home and my family? Just thinking about my rukhsati (farewell) tomorrow makes my heart break into a million pieces. My parents and Maryam will be so upset. I know that they'll try to hide their sadness and tears from me tomorrow, but I also know that they'll cry so much at the time of my rukhsati. I have no idea how I'm going to keep calm through it.

I wipe away my tears and close my eyes to sleep a few minutes later, when I feel Maryam jump on me. I laugh as she plants kisses all over my forehead and cheeks. She's followed by the rest of the girls who do the same thing. I hug them all as tight as I can, and I don't realise when I start crying again. This makes all the girls cry. They give me a group hug, kissing me on my head, forehead and cheeks. I love them so damn much, and I really am gonna miss them like crazy.

After we have our crying session, they all do their best to cheer me up and tease me about tomorrow night. They also tease me about how I'm going to tell Zaid about my period. My cheeks turn bright pink when I realise that this time tomorrow, I will be with Zaid. Asleep, most likely, but with Zaid.

Wow. The time has come so soon. I'm happy. I really am happy, but my heart is breaking at the same time, thinking about saying goodbye to my family.

It's 2am when I tell the girls that we all need to sleep. They reluctantly listen. However, I'm on the verge of falling asleep when my phone vibrates from on the bedside table. The girls are all asleep at this point. I grab my phone and unlock it, squinting at the brightness of my screen. It's Zaid. He's awake at this time? My blush intensifies and I bite my lip to control my silly grin. I open his text.

Zaid: Hi, my beautiful Zara. Sleep tight, my love, and enjoy your last night as an unmarried girl. I can't wait for our Nikah tomorrow evening, and I can't wait to see you as my bride. I know you will look beautiful, and I also know that you will be blushing like you always do. It is your this blush that stole my heart. Your very soon-to-be hubby, Zaid. X

I'm grinning and blushing like crazy after reading Zaid's text. Why is he still awake? I'm going straight to the salon tomorrow at 3pm to get ready, whereas Zaid and his family have several other rituals and traditions which they will do before that time. He will be super busy from tomorrow morning. And he's still awake.

I place my phone back onto my bedside table, a huge smile playing on my lips. He definitely knows how to cheer me up, that's for sure. He must have known how upset I must be right now, so he texted me to cheer me up.

Let's leave him thinking that I'm asleep, though. The next time I talk to him will be after we're married.

I close my eyes, the small smile constant on my lips. I fall asleep within minutes, and I have a very peaceful sleep.

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Hi, guys! How are you all? I hope you're doing well? What did you think of this chapter? I think this chapter encompasses several different emotions.. happiness, sadness, excitement, nervousness... It was a pretty long chapter too!

What was your favourite scene in this chapter?

The next chapter will be part 1 of the wedding. So, I have a very important question for you all!

Who's on the bride's side?! Who's on Zara's side? Hmm? Who's part of the bridal party?

And who's on Zaid's side?

I'm having difficulty deciding whose side I'm on, but I think I'm on Zara's side!

I really hope you guys enjoyed reading this chapter, and I'm so excited for you to read the upcoming chapters. So, what's coming up? Their Nikah, Zara's rukhsati, and much more...

Just to let you guys know, I cried writing Zara's rukhsati scene. Yes, I've already written it. And it was so emotional to write, because I was remembering my own rukhsati.

I love you all so so much! Thank you, my loves, for reading and supporting my story. It means a lot to me! Don't forget to vote and comment if you liked the chapter! Bye guys! x