I didn't imagine getting married to a spoilt rich boy that annoyed me, like no tomorrow. It wasn't as though this marriage was forced but it wasn't exactly love; more like an arrangement. Saif wasn't older than me by many years, rather just three Years making him Twenty-Two. He wasn't that bad looking either. With light brown hair and grey eyes and strong jawline to kıll for; he had many falling for him and to top that he carried a strong charming attitude around him, making him the official charmer but in my books a great nuisance. Yeah I was getting married to that nuisance. I thought sadly looking up at the mirror. My once pale skin now looked bright and healthy, as the light silver eye makeup with a hint of gold made the, hazel colour of my eyes stand out more. My lips were now a shade of light pink matching the daring blush on my cheeks. Scanning the mirror a long yellow skirt decorated with beautiful beads and sequences shined brightly against the lights; my eyes slowly scanning the long top reaching my thighs, before looking upwards. The long hours spent in creating flower crowns, flower earrings and headpiece did justice as my, eyes scanned the flower headpiece on my forehead making, my large eyes stand out more. Hesitation filled me as the door to the large room opened; and in came a beautiful woman wearing yellow long dress. Her long brown hair was braided neatly to the side with flowers on them matching my very own hairstyle. A soft gasp could be heard making me glance upwards, staring at the intruder. " Elena I told you to send me the other pictures and not these ones" Hana muttered annoyed, walking towards a confused Elena who stood there like a statue, holding a doughnut in her hands. Where did she even get a doughnut? " Jeez Louise take a chill pill. I left my phone in the car I'll send it you besides I just came to say they're asking when you guys are coming out 'cause you know its nearly Seven". She spoke finishing the last pieces to her doughnut as she licked her fingers making Hana cringe in disgust. Gosh Hana was such a drama queen. I thought finding myself walk towards the door, peeking slightly through the large balcony and towards the hall. I could feel my eyes widen in amazement as I stared at the house, I grew up in. The once soft cream coloured walls were now decorated with baby blue fabrics mixed with light gold and silver, creating a mesmerising piece of art. Along the fabrics were long thin wires flickering white and blue that gave one an impression of a waterfall with water flowing down the walls. The arms of the stairs were decorated with white flowers all around them as the large chandelier, in the centre of the hall shined brightly with some candles placed near it. A classic Pashtun song Bibi Shireeni echoed loudly throughout the hall bringing an atmosphere of joy and excitement. Bibi Shireeni was a well known song by both the Pashtun and none Pashtun people. The term Bibi was another word for a lady and Shireeni being a woman's name. It was quite a fascinating song about a women's beauty and her comparison to a yellow flower or something along those lines. I thought trying my best to hear the lyrics of the song through the large crowd outside. A sudden stinging pain spread though my head making me look up at the source seeing Hana glare at me with her large eyes. " Naina we are going in a minute. I don't need you playing Peek-A-Boo now come stand up" She muttered whilst ushering Elena out of the room to get her phone. Taking a deep breath I stood up, straightening my posture before glancing at Hana. I could see the love reflecting in her eyes making me thank Allah for having her in my life. Having four brothers and no sisters sometimes meant I hardly got time to spend with a female company aside from my mum and it got quite boring until, Hana graced us with her presence and decided to shift to Qatar for my wedding. I could still imagine her yelling the first time I told her about the wedding. She was worried for me. I was flattered at her worry for me and thanked her but it turned out her worry was because she thought, my makeup would get ruined due to the intense heat in Qatar. I can still imagine the look on my dad's face as he laughed loudly at Hana, shaking his head. " Why couldn't your wedding be in Canada or better yet in Pakistan, why in Qatar?" She had muttered making my Abba chuckle and stare at her before saying it's even more warmer in Pakistan, especially in the summer. Hana ofcourse being a stubborn cookie stuck to her part of the argument and consistently applied, sun cream even though our house was filled with fans and AC and she hardly went out. Like I say she is a stubborn woman. " Okay girls you are free to go I'll send you the pay check and listen, you kiddo tell Aunty Waliyah that Hana said we're coming down" Hana spoke like a boss staring at the Twelve year old girl who rolled her eyes and did as she was told. I could see the beauticians getting all their stuff packed up making me smile at them. " It would be really nice if you could stay" I spoke to one of the girls called Taniya who replied to the gesture before shaking her head. " Thank you ma'am but we have another appointment and some of us are swapping over" she said holding her black bag in her hand as I nodded understanding her situation. I could see Hana walk towards the pretty Asian woman before saying to come extra early tomorrow, because it was the wedding day and there will be many people. I had no doubt that there will be many people. When the wedding announcement was made I heard Abba saying there would be around Five hundred people at the wedding making me choke on my smoothie. Five hundred people.