Story description
Happiness is not a fixed destination but an ever-evolving journey, shaped by challenges, growth, and the lessons we gather along the way.
This is the story of Salaar and Zarmeena, two souls from vastly different worlds, bound by f...
Soon, the wedding car drove off, leaving only dust behind. All of them stood silent, their feet stuck to the ground. Zarmeena was essential to all of them, and their lives felt incomplete without her involvement. Like her, they had all forgotten that she was a girl and would eventually have to leave them one day.
"I thought I would be happy when she got married, but look at me. I can't even hold myself together for a minute without missing her," Ahmed said, his voice wavering amidst tears. Sajid brought him closer and patted his head. He felt the same. Zarmeena wasn't just a friend; she was like a compass for them. Luckily, he would still meet her every day at university.
"Kids, get inside. There's still a lot of work pending for us before we leave from here," Zareena said, lightening the intensity of the moment. She was feeling the same grief but was happy that everything went well without any disturbances. She only feared that Zarmeena's stubbornness shouldn't overshadow her new relationships.
"Aunty, you and Sajida take Dadi home. You must all be tired. We'll come after settling the venue manager's bills," Sajid said respectfully. Zareena nodded in response. They were heading toward the car when they heard the beeping of Ahmed's phone.
"Dadi, wait! It's a call from Brother Fareed," Ahmed said, hurrying toward them with the phone in his hand.
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As the wedding car reached Malik Villas, Zubair stopped the car at the entrance, and Warda gave away a bundle of notes to ward off evil eyes.
The car came to a halt in the porch. Warda and Samina helped Zarmeena step out of the car. Nazli came forward with two plates-one filled with sugar and the other with rice.
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"Zarmeena, take sugar in your palms and throw it behind you without turning around," Mrs. Shameem instructed. "Do it three times for both the sugar and rice." Zarmeena obeyed.
"Now, Salaar, cradle Zarmeena in your arms and enter the house."
Zarmeena froze, cold sweat breaking out all over her body.
"No, Mom, I can't do this," Salaar objected, breaking his usual composure.
Everybody laughed at his embarrassment.
"Why did you marry her if you can't even carry her in your arms?" someone joked.
"Mom!" Salaar glared at Warda.
"Okay, okay, I was joking," Warda said, grinning. "Zarmeena, my daughter, recite Bismillah and the Kalma, bring your right foot forward, and step into your new home," she instructed.
Zarmeena followed and entered.
Nazli helped her sit on the sofa in the lobby beside Salaar.
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