The grand hall moved with the serene hum off conversations as the seats began to fill in. The smell of expensive cologne and the joyful laughter signalized the reunion of two souls--And the ritual to that was marriage.
The sheikh (Alike a priest in weddings*) arrived marking the end of preparations as the groom made his entrance.
Deniz Hakan Nur... he wore timeless suit which clung perfectly to his frame.
The cameras flashed a thousand times as he made his way down. Every step raised his increasing pulse. he then noticed the eyes of Burak. Nur gives him a nod.
Back outside the bride's room, Zehra and the others stood. Zehra bit on her nails as time ticked, gazing at the locked door Infront of her, she thought of calling the guards.
"What if the madam did something to hurt herself?" she shook her head; the thought itself was a nightmare. Upon losing patience, she strode to it--Just as her hands contacted to the Mahogany embedded door--It opened.
Ayse's unreadable eyes fell to Zehra as she examined her madam's face. Her heart eased at seeing Ayse though only the fact that the makeup that she put hours on were gone made her slightly ting. Nevertheless, the ceremony must go on.
"Madam, we are ready as you are" Ayse's eyes weakly fluttered to the women before her--she then gives a nod.
Back in the center of the hall stood Nur alongside Ali and Burak. The sheikh had begun reading the holy Quran as to bring a peace in the cluttered place.
The elderly man's voice came out, calmer than oceans,
"In the name of God, the most merciful, the entirely merciful" The room fell silent as many emersed themself within the beautiful recitation.
Nur's pov: I lowered my eyes, letting myself breath at least now. The previous days had been anything but peaceful. I Gazed at the sheikh, somehow his voice evoked something in me, was it the recitation--Absolutely. It had been months since I genuinely prayed. Before, my mother was the one who made me pray despite me shrugging it off.
What was I doing...?
This was the most serenity I felt after months of battling my guilt. Especially after that incident. The orphanage that happened to be the turning point for the relationship between me and Ayse.
A sigh left my lips, "Thinking of the past wouldn't do so much"... The crowd's murmured rose as many turned to their left.
My eyes followed the direction, my heart almost dropped. There she came, my soon to be wife, my Ayse--Accompanied by her bridesmaid. Her face was covered by a veil as she made her way towards me.
Nur's eyes then fell. The more she inched in, the tense his body went. Noticing his curled-up fist, Ali placed his hand on his back.
"Calm down son" he whispers, patting him. Nur nods rigidly. She walks up and finally stood Infront of him. With her bridesmaid retreating, the sheikh steps in. He murmured few prayers then turns to the groom.
Eyes focusing on his, "Deniz Hakan Nur... Do you take Ayse Azra Yildiz, the daughter of Burak Dogan Yildiz and Meryem Azra Yildiz as your lawful wife?"
Nur's eyes flickered to her then the ground, "I do" he states. The sheikh asks again,
"Do you?"
"I do"
"Do you?"
He notices Ayse, her hands clench as he parted his lips, "I...do" he ends. As she glances up, warm browns locking with a pair of piercing blues. Her lips twitch yet didn't form a smile. Actually, it was very far from it.
Watching her, he absently murmurs it once more, "I do"...
To be continued>>>>>>>>>>>>