FORTY-FIVE

AYRA’S POV:

The day is finally here!

I am officially Mrs Durani or Mrs Zaroon Durani. I had to walk down the aisle with him in that monn colord gown which was expanding to a very beautiful length. My hairs were in a bun with loose strands hanging down kissing my cheeks and neck. The makeup was a little shimmering as it was going beautifully with the dress. I never liked myself more in a mirror than that day. I had a bouquet in my hands as my fingers were adorned with delicate jewelry while they were wrapped around the bouquet of lilies with some pink flowers in between. There was a silver glittery lining at the outline of some flowers to compliment it with my dress. The night seemed glamorous as it was the night of my reception. The last ceremony of a brown desi wedding.

“He will come to get you.” Areej mumbled from behind as I took sharp breath before the door opened revealing the hall comprised of eight kanal as it was huge. My girls walked one step behind me with flowers in