Eid engagement and other weddings #34
Hina looked at the girl group she had joined to get money from Ray for the doodh pilai. “Of course I’m on your side,” she said. “Ask him as much as you want.”
Ray shook his head. “Here you go,” he said, squeezing some money from Gohar’s sister’s hand. “Is it sufficient?”
“Yes,” she said.
“More, more,” some girls said.
Gohar’s sister shook her head. “That’s enough,” she said, closing her fingers to the money.
Hina barely had time for the barat dinner before it was time to give the bride away.
Gohar, unsurprisingly, had tears streaming down his face from the stage to the car. Gohar’s mother and sister were also crying.
Hina looked at the faces of other parents; some were watching intently, others were watching their phones.
Gohar’s mother caused a blockage at the exit of the hallway as she clung to Gohar and sobbed. Relatives managed to separate mother and daughter and Hina managed to get hold of Gohar to direct her to the car. She helped Gohar to enter and put her dress around her. When she wanted to walk away, Gohar’s fingers dug into her hand with a steely grip. “Don’t leave me,” Gohar said.
Hina got in the car, sat next to Gohar and held his hand. Gohar squeezed Hina’s hand so hard that Hina thought her fingers were going to turn to mush.
Attempting to fix Gohar’s makeup before sending him to the newlyweds’ bedroom took three packets of pocket squares, a makeup sponge and a half, and Hina’s careful fingertip application.
Finally, Hina left Gohar and gave him a thumbs up. “You are stunning,” Hina said.
“And me?” Ray asked as soon as Hina walked out of the room.
“You’re pretty good, I guess,” Hina said, pushing Ray in the direction of her room.
“It’s the girls who get all the support,” Ray said, shaking his head.
The next day, Hina thought that the walima would be easy compared to the first two tests. “You just have to show up for dinner,” she told Amani after they both dropped Gohar off at the salon’s bridal makeup section.
“Hina is the event on the groom’s side,” Amani said. “Take an interest in it. »
“All I care about is that today is the last day I have to go through this beauty salon procedure,” Hina said, settling into the beautician’s chair. “Then I will be free!”
The walima was a rush of photos and took care of Gohar as she moved from her photo shoot to the bridal chamber and then to the stage itself.
Hina looked at the gathering of people she had been seeing for a few days now. Today was going to tie it all together.
“More pictures! Pictures of girls! Amani posed between Hina and Gohar as the photographer focused on them.
“Family photo,” Ray said.
Gohar took her arm and pulled her towards the group. Hina’s eyebrows rose. Amani nudged him in the ribs. “Fix your face,” Amani said.
Later, Hina thought she was the only one pushing and pulling Ray. Seeing Gohar pull Ray for the shot was something that would take some getting used to.
At home, Hina took off her shoes and started to remove her makeup. “No more heavy salon makeup to remove,” she thought to herself when she was done.
She took off her bracelets. “No more heavy jewelry to wear,” she said as she took off her necklace.
She put on ordinary clothes and looked at the ones she had just thrown on the bed. “No more heavy clothes,” she said.
“It’s like it never happened, except it did,” Amani said when Hina called her.
“It’s like it never happened, except now Gohar is in my house,” Hina added.
Amani burst out laughing. “Does it still look weird?” she asked.
“I’m not used to it,” Hina said.
“It will take time,” Amani said. “So you’re the one leaving to become a new addition to someone else’s house.” You and Gohar, living together is only temporary.
“Don’t remind me,” Hina said. “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”
“Notice my words,” Amani said, “you will get married before me.”
“It doesn’t mean anything because you’re just in the super long engagement period,” Hina said. “Anyone would lose next to your record.”
“You just don’t have the same security I have in the way I go about my life,” Amani said. “I’m not sitting around waiting for my parents to declare when I’m getting married. I decided myself.
“Honestly, I wish you were the one who got married first,” Hina said, “so I wouldn’t have to deal with you now. cut off the call.
It was too early to call Sameer. She waited for a better moment before making the call.
“Hey! How are you? How was the wedding?” Samir asked.
“It was good,” Hina said. “I wish I could see you again. It’s been ages. I almost forgot what you look like.
“I would like that too, actually,” Sameer said. “We should invite the new couple to our house. Then we could see each other.
“I want to meet without having multiple families involved at the same time,” Hina said. “I want to get to know you better, and I need a better chance to do that.”
“Wow, you’re really direct today,” Sameer said. “It’s a good thing, but I didn’t expect it.”
“What’s the point of being engaged if we never get the chance to really assess ourselves,” Hina said.
“I agree, but…” Sameer’s voice trailed off.
“Sameer? Are you still there?” Hina asked.
“Yes I’m still here; I’m just thinking,” Sameer said. “It’s going to be tough.
“We can always find a way out,” Hina said.
“I need some of that determination you have,” Sameer said.
“Find a way to make it happen,” Hina said.
“Give me some time,” Sameer said.
To be continued…
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