Scene One
Arrival at the Groom's Home
The night air felt different when the barat finally reached Imran's home. The street was lit with soft yellow lights, fairy bulbs hanging from the gate, and neighbors standing at a respectful distance, watching quietly.
The car stopped.
Imran stepped out first and extended his hand. Rimsha followed slowly, her heavy bridal dress brushing the ground. Her face was partly hidden under the red dupatta, her heart beating fast—not from fear, but from the weight of change.
Aunties whispered prayers.
"Allah barkat de."
"Khush raho."
Imran's mother gently guided Rimsha inside. "Beta, ab yeh tumhara ghar hai."
Rimsha nodded, emotion tightening her throat.
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Scene Two
The Decorated Room
After brief celebrations and greetings, the door of their room closed softly behind them.
The room glowed.
Red roses and white tulips were scattered across the bed and floor. Soft lights reflected off the mirrors. New curtains moved slightly with the night breeze. The scent of flowers mixed with mild perfume filled the air.
Rimsha stood still for a moment.
Imran spoke gently, breaking the silence.
"Pasand aaya?"
She nodded shyly. "Bohat… bohat khoobsurat hai."
He smiled and gestured toward the bed. "Aap baith jaiye."
Rimsha sat at the center of the bed, her hands folded in her lap, eyes lowered.
Imran sat beside her, keeping a respectful distance.
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Scene Three
A Gift of Promise
Imran reached into the drawer and took out a small velvet box.
"Yeh… aap ke liye," he said softly.
Rimsha looked up, surprised. "Abhi?"
He opened the box. Inside lay a delicate diamond necklace, simple yet elegant.
Her eyes widened. "Imran… yeh bohat qeemti hai."
He shook his head. "Iski qeemat diamonds se zyada nahi. Iski qeemat is baat se hai ke yeh aaj ki yaad hai."
He moved closer, asking quietly, "Kya main pehna doon?"
She nodded.
Carefully, gently, he tied it around her neck. His fingers brushed lightly against her skin—an innocent touch, yet powerful enough to make her breath pause.
"Ab toh aur bhi khoobsurat lag rahi ho," he said.
Rimsha smiled, her eyes lowering again. "Shukriya."
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Scene Four
First Conversations as Husband and Wife
They sat in silence for a few moments, listening to the distant sounds of celebration fading away.
Rimsha spoke first. "Ajeeb lag raha hai… subah tak main Maryam Api ke saath thi."
Imran nodded. "Aur mujhe lag raha hai jaise main kisi zimmedari ka darwaza khol kar aaya hoon."
She looked at him. "Dar lag raha hai?"
He smiled honestly. "Thora sa. Lekin acha dar. Jaisa Allah par bharosa ho."
Her shoulders relaxed.
"Imran," she said quietly, "agar kabhi mujh se koi ghalti ho jaye—"
He stopped her gently. "Hum dono seekhein ge. Saath."
Those words settled deep in her heart.
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Scene Five
Closeness Without Words
The room felt warmer now, not from temperature, but from understanding.
Imran moved slightly closer. Rimsha did not move away.
They spoke of small things—childhood memories, favorite foods, silly habits. Laughter slipped in softly, easing nervousness.
At one point, Imran said, "Aaj tumhari aankhon mein ek alag roshni hai."
Rimsha smiled shyly. "Aur aap bohat serious lag rahe hain."
"Shaadi ke baad aadmi thora responsible ho jata hai," he replied, half-joking.
Their shoulders touched lightly.
Rimsha's heart raced—not from fear, but from nearness.
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Scene Six
The Quiet Moment
Time passed unnoticed.
The room grew quieter. The lights softer.
Imran turned toward her fully. "Rimsha…"
She met his eyes.
There was no rush, no force—only consent, comfort, and warmth.
He raised his hand slowly, giving her time. She did not stop him.
His fingers brushed her cheek.
She closed her eyes.
Their foreheads touched.
In that moment, words were unnecessary.
The world outside faded.
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Scene Seven
Fade Into the Night
The night wrapped them in privacy and trust.
Promises were not spoken aloud, but felt deeply—of care, respect, and companionship.
Outside, the house slept.
Inside, two hearts stepped into a new chapter of life.
The flowers on the bed lay quietly, witnesses to a beginning—not of passion alone, but of a shared journey.
And the door remained closed, gently, respectfully—guarding a moment meant only for them.
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End of Chapter