Chapter 73: Chapter 73

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

Bushra was pushed back to her room to change into the white as her husband is about to arrive and they need to take photos with her wearing the whites. She gulped, his words echoing through her head because if there is anything she's felt different that day, being her wedding day, it is the fact that Amir's words sounds unusual. Like the marriage between them has changed things around, she is one to tell. His voice was deeper, filled with so many intense emotions she didn't want to dwell on for they will take her where her mind shouldn't think about going.

In a few minutes, she got dressed into her own white dress which fitted her to perfection. She sew it, she knows the nooks and cranny of her body so she let it all out through the clothes. It is also fitted, enough for her to show her new husband what she has, she is not shy to do that. This is the least she could do to that big hearted man.

The gown is simple in people's eyes except that it looks exquisite on Bushra. The neckline is cowl, draped down with a few beads she arranged in a thread, it looks like a necklace falling down like a collar necklace while the sleeves are regular long ones that reached her wrist. From the bust down to her knees, it fitted her skin like a glove before it opened in vast waves. She also made a cape for herself from her shoulder down to the floor few inches behind her. It is like a cloak but it sparkles with diamond studs almost like Kauthar's since they wanted to match one way or the other.

She wore a small frost hijab around her going for the hijabi style this time around. Her feet are clasped in silver ankle length Louis Vuitton heels and in her hand is a matching minaudiere hand bag. Her makeup has been changed, little of it so it won't be too bold for white outfit. Her lip liner got changed from blood red to chocolate and nude. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror before Yasmeen came into view looking so beautiful in her own little anko. Since the three brides did the same anko, she didn't have problem choosing which one to do. They gave her the Ankara, she didn't have money to buy, they are not bad clients to make her go through struggles just for Ankara.

Bushra couldn't sew the clothes for her though, she still looks cute in that outfit. Her blouse is sewn in that style they do these days, a flying peplum in two sides. The skirt is fished out real well, she will give a thumb's up to the tailor as she is a good one herself. The makeup artist did her turban and it makes her look cuter, a small chiffon merigold veil is draped around her shoulders. A teardrop earring hung from her pert ears, her middle finger circling around her romeo ring. Every action of hers makes her look cuter and cuter.

"You look cute, Yas." Bushra smiled at her before she could even open her mouth, she would ramble about the dress even though it is not the first time she is wearing it.

"Ah, thanks! But you look so holy and gorgeously beautiful." Yasmeen praised, her eyes raking over her body as if she went sightseeing in Auckland or Paris for the time at that time when the lights of Eiffel tower is lit.

"Stop exaggerating that now. Are they downstairs?" She asked, her hands twisting around her fingers in that anxious action. She was left alone in the room to get ready leaving her aunties outside to accompany her to her groom once she is done.

"Oh, yes! Have you seen your groom? He looks nervous but elated, the happiness is palpable in his eyes. He won't just stop smiling and looking at the door awaiting your entrance. Your friends are there with his waiting for you." Yasmeen rambled, adjusting the cape behind Bushra's veil so they can leave already. She knew love always conquers and she can't wait to see how their own married life will begin in few minutes.

She's seen the duo not once or twice but everyday, they seem to have different connection than the one seen before. Sometimes, they act like best friends, the next second, they are all awkward couple and then, they are teasing each other before the sexual tension takes over. She might be young and naïve, but there are certain things she knew about relationship being a wedding planner herself. She needs to study how people interact, how the couple would unite and what could make their bond magical, she knows that much.

"Are you serious? I thought I was the only one anticipating this moment, guess not." She murmured the last sentence to herself hiding a ghost smile. Deep calming breaths is what she took as she got ushered out of the room by Yasmeen.

Down in their private living room, Amir and few of his friends, seven of them which are considered few are sitting, waiting for the bride. You'd think all his friends are older than twenty five but they are all less than twenty four, the oldest amongst them is twenty three reaching twenty four in three months. The little of Bushra's friends are swooning over them, they all look like 'ajeboters' in their words. There is no doubt, all his friends were well picked from the scratch. None of them are there just to pass out time, they are there because they are genuinely happy for their friend.

It's not everyday that your twenty one year old friend decide to marry and twenty two year old woman who happens to be your dead older brother's wife whom you have been crushing on for far too long. Most of them there knew about the love he had for her during their highschool days as they went to the same school back then. This is a love story worth telling the world about and they are ones to tell the world about it. Love has triumph once again. There is nothing impossible when Allah is always there watching what goes around one's heart. He makes it easy for the pious ones but give them toughest trials like He did Amir.

He had to watch his brother married to the only woman he's ever loved. Well, that is all in the past now, they are married.

The yodels got closer to the living room, all of them got on their feet as if they were set to do that with a button. Their attentions were drawn to the door, gawking at it as if the bride will come through it, well, she will but the other way around. And seconds later, the brunette oak door got opened by an older woman, behind then is the bride, few other aunties and Yasmeen looking timid holding Bushra's phone meekly to take video of this moment. She told her she was going to use her Snapchat to take photos of herself, that is a lie though, her intention was to take the video of the couple.

Amir's breath screeched to a halt when the overflowing vast emotions took over his being upon sighting his new bride, the love of his life. He felt truly committed after seeing her in that white wedding dress she's told him about, it makes his heart beat even harder than the first time he confessed his love for her months ago. This is the day they got committed to one another, the day they got tied into one. Even commitment in dictionary states that it is the quality of being dedicated and darn does he feel that dedication surging through his veins, illuminating it with respect for this woman.

He moved closer as if enthralled, well, he definitely is bewitched and at this point, he wants to be only in Bushra Amani's web. Once he stands a few inches away from her, she rose her head to stare at him and his breathe simply got caught in his throat and he expected his throat to start patching up dry coughs, it didn't happen, instead, his heart fluttered again. His eyes stared, taking in her eyes and face as if to carve it deep into his head for this is a moment worth remembering.

The love in his chest kept buzzing like the sea with it's dormant strength, waves crawling gently to the shore. Like waves carelessly dribbling onto the shore, cloaking his heart in it's warm cocoon. She's all a glitter in her heavenly finery, glimmering and shimmering. Tahitian, enigmatic, venerable and beautiful. The first time he is looking at her as his halal, in a new light.

Who would've thought it was going to come to this? Yes, only Allah knows.

He felt her hand moving before he saw them. He got confused for a nanosecond before he felt her soft cool hands touching his, he internally shuddered. He has never touched her like this! All he does is give her side hugs when she was married to his brother to give his support but apart from that, nothing else. He never wished to hold her in that way since she wasn't his but now, there is no holding back. The fact that she is the one going for his hand turned something in him. Was he standing there for too long that she decided to react before he does?

"I need to thank Allah for this golden and precious gift." He whispered to her, his breath warm against her face and that is when she noticed just how close they are to one another. There is less than a feet distance between them, none knowing who moved first to devour up the space that was given.

Before she could make sense of what he said, he made his way to the farther corner of the living room where a praying mat is always sprayed, she watched in confusion. Everyone watched with deep curiosity as the new groom bowed down to sujud to thank his Lord. He just did Sujud Al-shukur for the blessing Allah graced upon him for he is overwhelmed with so happiness and felicity. That is all he could do to show his gratitude towards Allah Who graced him with such elation. With his heart desire. His heart felt light after that sujud so he stood up after praying endlessly for a good minute.

The room took over with that annoying 'aw' coming from the ladies while the older women keep whispering 'Ma Shaa Allah' as they stared in awe.

His friends knew just how happy he is, their eyes shone with prickle of tears because no matter how they try to measure his ecstasy, they can't seem to get enough of it. It is immeasurable! This is the most perfect thing they've ever seen too, it is a first for them seeing this. They've never seen any groom bowing down to his Lord after getting his heart's desire but look at the young groom, all glowing and thankful. Even if the people present in that room won't say their mind, they knew that Bushra Amani Abubakar Sadiq Danbazau will never get a man like Amir Malik Masari.

Photographers and the girls taking videos were restless, all moving closer to the groom to take a perfect video for the media. It will definitely be a hit, something new is happening!

Bushra on the other hand had to wipe away her tears with a tissue someone hand to her. She didn't know when they roll down her cheek, she was overpowered by her own emotions. She didn't feel like this when she married his older brother, it wasn't how she felt when he came with his friends, when he hugged her in front of them, when he whispered sweet nothings to her ears, it wasn't like this! This time around, her stomach won't stop giving submerged flutters, they are so wild inside of her. She is biting on her lip so she won't continue crying again.

She don't know what she has ever done in her life to deserve a man like Amir. There is nothing the guy lacks, absolutely nothing. She definitely would've regretted it for the rest of her life had it been she didn't accept his proposal. That would've been the worst mistake of her life that will keep haunting her till the day she dies. The age doesn't matter, all that matters is what they have, how they feel and what they plan for the future. There is no better man out there for her than Amir, she can see that now. This is Allah's plan all along, the perfect one for them.

"Can I take you somewhere private for a few minutes?" He questioned, startling her for she didn't notice when he came to stand in front of her, shielding her away from the cameras she forgot about. Ugh, she can already see the captions those videos will have of her crying. 'The bride overwhelmed with her husband's loving nature' or something along the line. It doesn't matter, she'd be in her own world to see this.

"Why, Mister?" She raise a brow, feeling terrible that her eyelashes are wet with tears. Fortunately, she didn't agree for the artificial one, she goes with her own.

"Because, if I don't hug you right now, I might lost it. I need to feel you right now, I need to calm down and know this is real and not another dream." He breathed next to her ear, she arched her back unconsciously. The guy isn't even holding her but she is already acting wanton!

She swallowed, moving back a little to stare at his eyes. The intensity she saw in there had her eyes rounding for a second before it retuned to normal. A shiver of awareness ran through her as she stared longer. Heart pounding, mind spinning, she could only give a meek nod and point to a small balcony locked behind them. Her stomach was in knots and nerves skittering like live electric wire.

"I call this home." He whispered in her ear, arms wrapped gently around her back in not so innocent way. Her own hands are around his neck, he placed them there as he is way taller than her. She smiled to his chest, her face burying deeper to take more whiff of his amazing manly scent mixed with expensive cologne. Her mind, senses and brains all kept quite, relishing the merriment of being in your loved one's arms.

Oh, the way she already is addicted to being in his arms, she snuggled deeper.

"You are my home, Amir." She whispered inaudibly in his chest but he heard her because his smile widen if that is possible.

"If you keep smuggling into me like this, we won't leave this place. And I heard we are supposed to go to Fayha's?" He didn't push her away even as he utter those words, he couldn't do that for the life of him and if anything, he wants them to stay like that for as long as they could. She fits in like a jigsaw, perfect and meant to be there in her petite structure.

"Oh, yes, you're right. Uh, I need to change from this and we haven't taken any photo. Mom will be here any minute..." And she heard her mother's voice asking for them inside the living room they left their friends in. She reluctantly left his arms and pouted, she wanted to stay there a little while longer to shut down all her system.

"We have plenty of time, don't be sad." He wiggled his brow, his hand moving to free her lower lip back to it's normal position eliciting a blush from her. This is the first time he is touching her like this, it felt so sensual that she can't help being sexually frustrated, not her fault.

"You have changed overnight, teddy bear." She chortled to hide away her own desire before making her way to the door.

"And we are both going to change tonight." Her blush deepen before she ran out of the balcony hearing his booming guffaw behind her. That guy!