She opened the door and found Hamad standing there looking sharp and clean shaved, she could smell his after shave, while she was in her white silky robe with her hair and makeup done. The moment she saw him she could feel her heart at ease, seeing him made her calm down since he was the only other person that knows how she feels.
Hamad: hi
He said with a smile appearing on his face the moment she opened the door
Meera: hi
There was a moment of silence when Hamad finally decided to break it
Hamad: how is everything in there?
Meera: a bit chaotic but good
They heard his mother yell, bossing people around, she loved planning these things.
Meera: so did you need something?
She said assuming the reason he came up to the room was for needing something.
Hamad's mom: Meera, who is at the door?
She walked over to find Hamad standing at the door talking to Meera. Her face changed and displayed shock and disapproval.
Hamad's mom: what are you doing here? you know you shouldn't be here
She grabbed Hamad by his arm and pulled him away from the door and into the hallway. He felt like a school boy being scolded by his parents for not doing his home work.
Hamad: I wanted to check if my cuffs were in there
Hamad's mom: I'll look for them, but you could've called
After giving her son a lecture about the dos and don'ts of weddings she went back to scolding the event planner. You know what they say, you can't come in between a woman and her passion. Hamad knew he could've called but he went any ways. He got his cuffs out of his pockets and walked to the elevators with a smile on his face.
...
Meera stood in front of three full length mirror eyeing herself in her wedding gown. She never imagined herself to be in one of these. She remembered her sister's wedding eight years ago, her mother yelling and screaming at her to make everything went smoothly while her sister didn't help the situation by becoming a 'bridezilla'. She secretly wished that her mother was there helping her out but was sure glad to see around the room to find her best friends and her in laws trying to make everything perfect.
Hamad's mom: ready?
She said smiling
Meera: yes
Hamad's mom held Meera's hand and helped her get into the elevator and to the entrance of the wedding hall. Just as the camera's started to roll she spotted her mother and sister just in time for the camera's. At least they got their act on for the people. The doors opened and the spot light was on Meera.
She could hear music playing in the background and felt all eyes on her causing all the blood to rush to her head. Trying not to trip she mumbled a prayer and put on a smile for the people and cameras. She even waved to her family and hamad's family like she was told to do.
After all the walking, smiling and waving it was time for her to sit while people stared and gossiped, every brides favorite part. Friends and family started coming up to her chatting and smiling. She spotted her mother with four of her friends walking towards her
Meera: 'here we go'
One of them said: You look very beautiful
Meera's mom: Just like her mother
They all laughed. Meera was always impressed at how her mother can put an act. She laughed and smiled and pretended that she was proud and happy when all she was is glad that her daughter was not going to spend the rest of her life a lonely spinster making other ladies talk about their family anymore.
Another one said: You must be so happy for your daughter
All Meera did was smile, keeping up with all of this waiting. Some ladies were starting to dance to the music. She could see kids run around having fun. Her mother's acting and pretending did not bother her but what got to her is the look on her sister's face. She never got along with her older sister but this was just an all time low. She never understood her behavior or feelings she had towards Meera. Anyone that saw them growing up with each other could tell that they never got along and that might be because of jealousy.
Flashback
2013, Around a year ago...
It was yet another family reunion turned into a social event where Meera's mother and sister invited the ladies they so call friends. As much as she hated going to these things, she also hated the endless lecture and nagging she could hear from her mother if she didn't. She spotted her older sister dragging her daughter around fed up from her nagging like she always does when she overheard a bunch of ladies talking
1st lady: Did you hear, Meera is trying to start her own company
2nd lady: yeah I heard, now for sure she won't get any dates, men are intimidated by her
3rd lady: well she has money and beauty no responsibilities, woman would kill for that
1st lady: that is why alya (Meera's older sister) is jealous of her, I mean come on I would take a glamorous life over a life of a wife and a mother any day
The other two agreed with her. That was when it hit her, what these ladies were talking about was sad but true. Not about no responsibilities or about the glamorous life because those were certainly not true. But about her sister being jealous and over bearing, she never meant for her to feel like that and what hurt her the most was hearing it from gossiping women judging her without knowing anything about her.
Present day...
It was time for the groom to enter the hall, the moment everyone was anticipating. The doors opened and the men entered. Meera felt that her breath escaped after holding it in since she walked into the hall, but the moment she laid eyes on Hamad she breathed easy. Hamad on the other Hamad didn't look left or right just straight ahead while the cameras were flashing. He walked past his family sitting on the right side of the hall and smiled to them. Then he got to his mother and sister whom were standing at the beginning of the stage where Meera sat. He kissed both of them and hugged his mother then walked over to Meera. He stopped a little looking at her sitting there with eyes on the floor slowly rising until it met his. With a smile still on his face, he bent down and kissed her forehead then took a seat next to her.
Meera: what took you so long
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