Zaif and Ayyan were dancing to the beat of the music, their energy infectious as they moved effortlessly to the rhythm. A few other girls joined in, twirling and laughing, their joy blending seamlessly with the lively chatter of guests. The scent of delicious food filled the air, and people came forward with gifts and warm blessings.
I stood there, smiling, taking it all in. Even though I wasn't dancing, just watching everything unfold felt amazing. I never imagined my Walima would be this beautiful, this memorable.
My gaze drifted to Taha. He stood beside me, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable—like a statue amidst the celebration. But his eyes... they looked tired. Maybe he really was exhausted. Or was it something else? Was he not happy?
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Chaita
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2025-03-01
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2025-03-01
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