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Tickling my temple were the delicate gold filigrees flickering at the end of the jhoomar. It featured pearl strands linked together with complex gold work set in a crescent shape which made me radiate the elegance of royalty. To create a statement on the plain neckline of my Anarkali, Aunt Sabr had suggested I combine the choker, a fine piece of gold jewellery with cuts of emerald gemstones, alongside a satlada, seven layers of pearls and gems, spilling over my chest and halting just at my diaphragm. The choker came with matching earrings and the bangles resting on the incline of my hands were thick cuffs clasped around my wrists.
Accentuating the volume of my lehenga, the Anarkali ended a few inches above my knees. The delicate mint green colour created an appealing distinction with the warm buttery shade of my skin. The frill at the border of my Anarkali starred interesting panels and paisley motifs finished with silver sequin works that mirrored the intricate embroidery all over the lehenga.
From the fiery orange dupatta that added a pop of colour and filtered in the evening light beautifully to the silver and rich green gota patti accents along its edge, my ensemble was a treat to the eyes. Unleashing my inner glamour while the full sleeves were adorned in scalloped embroidery, I appeared magnificent. It was less elaborate than my nikkah look yet I fell in love with it.
A multitude of gratefulness raced through my mind as I descended the staircase. The skirt was not as heavy as my nikkah's which made movement easier. At the end of steps, Amir was waiting. 
The colour of his Sherwani harmonised my mint green assemble. The plain white kurta and fitted trousers were paired with an embellished mint green sherwani jacket. Silver thread work, stones and symmetrical motifs in zigzag pattern and the border line of his stole flaunted the intricacies of the artistry. The floral embroidery on the sleeves and addition of an embellished belt were exotic. My husband breathes class and sophistication. I was glad that my choice had come out right, perfect on him. I had Aunt Sabr and her team to thank for making our attires come out with perfection. Without their effort, Amir and I wouldn't have appeared this way.
When our gazes contacted, our mouth thawed. He had a hand held out for me. I rested mine in it. There was a rush in my veins at the contact, so good it tingled me. He directed my hand to his chest which he laid close to where his heart palpitates. His larger hand enclosed it and held it safe. I actually felt safe with him.
For a very brief moment, I couldn't believe he was my husband. A new addition to my life. I have become part of this man's life via marriage as he has become part of mine. 
"My wife." He paused with a frown. Amusement filled his face. The look on his face filled me with jollity that I started to giggle. "That sounds different but I like it. My wife." He repeated. "Alhamdulillah."
"Ma Sha Allah. You look very, very handsome, Mr Hussein." I added gentle pressure to my hand covering his.
His response was a subtle stretch of his mouth. Holding my gaze, he lifted his hand to my face. The soft pads of this fingers caressed my cheek. My eyelids dropped. I revelled in the gentleness of his touch that sparked my soul and warmed my skin. "Maahru." He hoarse. I opened my eyes then raised my brows in question. He had to clear his throat. "You're splendidly luminous. Just like your name, you radiate."
Heat crawled from my neck to my cheeks where it took guise in crimson, adding more blush to my face. I threw my head delicately at the soft roll of laughter from my lips. In the process, I slapped his chest playfully. His plump lips angled at my theatrics. He laid his eyes upon me with the tenderness he had harboured for me in his soul and adoration that grew each second.
"Ah! I saw your letter. I had no idea you are such a writer." I said.
"Never was."
"You could be one for me." I gave a suggestive wink.