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"Bilal! Open the door, Bilal!" Mr. Idris banged on his door with his fists repeatedly. "Don't do this, Bilal! Open the door right now!"

"Dad, please calm down," Nazmeera pleaded, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Why are you shouting?"

"Calm down?" He roared. "How can I calm down, Nazmeera? Today is his wedding and he has locked himself up in his room. How am I even sure he's in there? What am I going to tell our relatives? What will Zaahida's parents say? Poor girl."

"Dad, don't worry, I'm going to convince him to open the door," Nazmeera reassured. "Just go. The guests are waiting for you."

"You better make sure he appears there in thirty minutes. Anything later than that, he's going to witness my wrath," Mr. Idris hissed before storming away.

Seated on his bed, Bilal wrapped his hands around his head. He was suffering from a terrible migraine and his family were only adding to it. He had made it clear to them that he didn't want to get married to Zaahida, or anyone