Subhanallah, what a beautiful day it was. Rumeysa woke up feeling nervous. She was going to get married today. Will the event go well?was there something she was supposed to do? what would happen after the nikah? Was she allowed to be happy when Humeyra was not?
She looked at her hands. They looked more beautiful than before. The expertly drawn intricate pattern of Henna looked beautiful and gave her little hands a more delicate and attractive look.
Right where her heart was located, a name was written in black ink. Muntaha was the name. That moment felt like heaven to her. How many times can a girl get married? It was only once in a lifetime. The day was her D-day.
She looked at her gown that was hanging by the bed. It was simple yet exquisite. "Finally I'm going to be someone's wife, "she thought feeling giddy.
