Meant to Be (Part Nine - B)

This is my Ramadan Post!..
So I'll see u after Eid :Pp
and btw.. this is Shaikha's perspective on the wedding!
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----- Shai5a

I was feeling very nauseous from the moment they entered. I kept looking at the beautifully designed details of my dress until all the men left. When it was just my father and uncle, he came to take off my shawl, and I could feel his eyes on me but I didn't have the courage to look up. He kissed the crown of my head quickly and returned to his place.

We took pictures with our family, and I tried my best to smile and not think about the person standing next to me.

"You have to hold hands!" Yelled the photographer. I felt my heart beat faster and I had the sudden urge to scream, but I just sat there trying to ignore her. Then I saw Dalal, my cousin and M7ammad's sister, talking to him and she seemed pretty pissed, so I just continued watching the children dancing in weird ways.

I felt him move, but I didn't look in his direction. Then Dalal came to talk to me.

"Tara you two are idiots! Miskay 2eeda 3ashan n9awwir bsir3a" She said in a scary tone. I tried to say no, but she just gave me another frightening stare, which made me automatically reach for his hand.

His hands were warm and big. I thought about spending my life with this man, whom I don’t know, and shivered at the thought. However, he did something that shocked me; he started massaging my hands and rubbing them in a very comforting and loving way. I looked around, trying to find anyone that can rescue me now, but thankfully he stopped. However, he squeezed my hands in a painful way this time. I looked in his direction for the first time in my life, and he grinned as he scanned my face. I quickly looked in the other direction, with my heart beating faster than ever.

From the few seconds I spent looking at his face, I gathered that he is handsome, very handsome indeed. He was white, but had black eyes, and the contrast between them did wonders. However, his most dazzling feature is his teeth; they were simply prefect, and they beautified his smile and face.

The photographer took many random pictures, then they brought the rings. He held my hands for a while and just stared. Then his sister came and told him which finger he should put the ring on. It honestly mortified me that he didn’t even know on which finger he should put the ring! Is he that clueless?

Then it was my turn to put on his ring. I held his hands, and quickly slipped the ring in his finger. Then I placed my hands on my lap again. I think I he was laughing at me, but I didn't bother to turn in his direction.

After a little while Dalal came, carrying the chocolate fondue, which she volunteered to bring. It looked really delicious, but I was too nervous to even think about eating. She dipped the strawberry in the chocolate and handed it to him, and he immediately popped it in his mouth. I exchanged looks with her.

"M7ammad!! Lazem twakel murtik awal!" She told him quickly.

"Asif.. ma agdar.. aham shay 3ndy ba6ny w ba3dain ba6ny w ba3dain.. ba6ny" He told her seriously, but she treated him with one of her death stares, which made him regret making his statement.

She dipped another strawberry in the chocolate sauce, and gave it to him, and this time he tried brought it near my mouth. I was hesitant at first because I was afraid I would throw up if I ate anything, but surprisingly he tried to comfort me.

"Latheeeeeeth" He told me with a smile. I looked at him, shocked from his sudden cheerfulness. I took a small bit and it was delicious. "Bas!!" He exclaimed. "Kaifich… ana ra7 akamla" He told me as he ate the rest of the strawberry. I held my laugh at his carefree and humorous personality, and even though I didn't know him, I actually started to think that there is hope after all.

This time Dalal gave me the strawberry, but unfortunately, the sauce began to drip, and it reached my finger. While Dalal searched for a tissue, M7ammad took action. He held my hand and licked the chocolate from my finger all the way up to the stick. I felt my face burn at the thought of what he did, so I looked in the other direction afraid to meet his gaze. Therefore, he ate the rest of the strawberry from my hand without seeming to notice how embarrassed I was.

All my cousins started cheering for him, and asked for more action which made me furious. I tried to stare at them so that they would stop, but they only cheered more. He chuckled and talked to his sister.

The next thing that Dalal prepared is the heart-shaped pineapple. I took a deep breath, and almost ran away, but I remembered that I can't walk quickly in my dress. We held the stick together and took bites as camera flashes went crazy. He kept looking at me even after we finished, with a smirk on his face. Again, I blushed and turned my face quickly. This blushing thing is starting to get on my nerves, because I hate being embarrassed.

We stayed for a while, then my sister came and told me that we have to go. I cursed myself for not running away earlier and got up. After a few shots I started to make my way to the cake, which was in the middle. He was faster than me, and I could sense that he was getting impatient. I tried my best to walk quickly.

When I got to the cake, my sister gave me the knife and told me to lead him. He put his hands over mine, and I almost dropped the knife, but he held my hand tighter. We fed each other, and then he finished the rest of the piece of cake. So we made our way to our room, but this time, we were both slow, and neither one of us wanted to speed up.

The photographer and Dalal also came with us, so it wasn't very awkward in the beginning. She began her photo-shoot with normal poses, like standing beside each other, or him standing and me sitting. We were both fine in the beginning and we continued smiling for the camera.

However, she started to get X-rated for a bit. I stared at her with tears in my eyes; I didn’t want him to carry me. I didn't want him to hug me. I didn’t want him to put his hands on my waist. I didn’t want him to kiss me! Unfortunately, Dalal was her bossy self as usual, so with a bit of blasphemy and teasing, she managed to make us look like a perfect couple in the pictures.

After the photo-shoot, the two of them left, leaving me alone with my "husband".

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Hope you liked it..

W Inshallah I will resume the story after Ramadan!

And for all those bloggers out there..

Try not to post a lot.. because I won't read any blogs in Ramadan either..

and I don't want to have one million posts waiting for me after Eid :S

TC!