Oh, beautiful to take you with him, will come your groom
The marriage date was fixed and time flew past so fast that Henna ritual began with a noisy bustle, girls were ready with music and songs and boys were prepared for a dance session, practice on both sides was on war footing aggressive and energetic, samara was the sister of the bride was in the lead, she was given leave from studies by zarun for some days, raiya and she were kept busy in the last minute function preparations, saba was saddened at the thought of her daughter going away abroad and constantly praying for her good life and fortune
Henna was to arrive from Umar s house, both samara and raiya were dressed in similar dress, samara had put on floral ornaments and felt good as a fresh blossom, samara was ready to hit the dholak before the arrival of other girls but she couldn't find the dholaki, it simply had disappeared like magic
Calling her mamma she began coming down the stairs and her dupatta entangled her foot spraining it, she would have rolled down the stairs but a strong hand stopped her fall, it was ali cousin of Umar,
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