~What's to come is better than what's gone.

Amyrah

Looking outside the window, there was nothing but moon speckled darkness, at least it was not the kind of utter blackness that swallowed a person whole, it was instead a shadowy world painted in grey-scale; pulling my shawl closer, I breathed a dreamy smile, thinking of what happened in the past few hours.

The function had all but gone smoothly. The continuous bickering of Humaira and my so called sister-in-law's brother or is it safer to say the smirking guy? Yep, all he did mostly was just that. Except for once when he smiled at Zehra and she'd gone scarlet. When I had asked her whether she was fine, she turned even scarletter..uh..I mean redder, I wonder why?

Some of my relatives had spoken with us, except for my dear cousins, Yazid and his two sisters who for some reason avoided me like a plague, after the uneventful shopping hysteria.

And not to forget, the worst of all human beings, Zehra's brother, whom I resented from the core of my heart, had arrived presenting us with his royal creepiness, sending cheeky grins. My brother seemed to understand the situation, but in a way, far very different from mine.

"So Zameer, I haven't heard from you for a long time. Tell me what job are you working on?" Ammar had asked him. Though I acted as if I am not paying attention, in reality my full focus had been on their conversation.

"Yea bro, workin' on a Printer's company enterprises. How ya doin'?" He said sarcastically.

Obviously, I doubt he's even working. Such a lazy and rich dumbo.

"Hm.. I am good. How old are you exactly?" I could tell that my brother spoke rolling his eyes. He does that when something annoys him.

"Twenty-four."

"So any siblings?"

"Sister," he replied plainly.

"Age?"

"Bro! Why these questions?"

"I am just..uh..matchmaking?" Ammar muttered.

"Seriously Ammar? Oh my Lord! Are you not happy with this marriage!?" Zameer asked shocked.

Huh?

"What? Why?" Ammar asked confused.

"I get it now! Why didn't you tell me about it? You're in love with my sister right?" Zameer had whisper-yelled which made me choke on my drink.

"What the heck!??" Ammar shouted, for which people gave him weird looks.

"Calm down bro."

"What's happening?" Another male voice asked. I didn't turn backwards to see who was it, I knew that voice.

Shehzad.

"He loves my sister," Zameer said blankly.

"What? No way! but your wife? Today is your wedding, how is this possible? Asthaghfirullah! Okay, calm down. The only thing you can do is just forget this girl--uh--his sister and start loving your wife, now she's your responsibility," Shehzad had blabbered, his voice coated with pity, "Don't worry, everything will be--"

"Excuse me? Are you guys mad or am I loosing my mind?" Ammar asked gritting his teeth.

"Nah bro, you are just imagining things," Zameer said bursting into laughter, while the other two looked blankly at him, "Look at your faces.. hahaa.. this is so hilarious.. I can't..hahaha!"

Someone had a death wish.

And that's how the day had ended.

***

I changed into a heavy gown and securely wrapped my matching shawl and applied a light shade of lip gloss and mascara. Wearing my silk stockings underneath the golden shade sandals, I grabbed my small golden pouch from the bedside table and ran downstairs tucking my phone into it.

Today was Ammar's waleema (reception). We went to the reception hall in a silent demeanour. Though I sat quietly, I observed that Ammar and his bride gave each other lovey-dovey looks. When they realized I've been watching them, they quickly turned away with blushing faces while I sniggered loudly.

I went to the female side of the hall together with the bride and aunt.

The sheer number of relatives, cousins and friends who wholeheartedly celebrate the function is a very special occasion to capture. It was amazing how we were made to feel like part of a family.

After a day full of laughter and radiating happiness, it was time for the bride to leave her home. After an hour of crying, consoling and what not, it was finally time for the guests to leave.

Tonight the four of us had planned to have a sleepover at Bushra's, as that is the only place where we could enjoy to the maximum, because she's the only child and there'll be no distraction.

"I don't think it's a good idea though," I spoke.

"Oh, come on! Why not?" Zehra groaned.

"That way you'll be helping your brother too, it's only him and his wife," Humaira winked.

I rolled my eyes, "But how are we to go? Who'll drop us?"

Just then Bushra spoke, "Let's go, my mom has sent the driver."

And so unwillingly I had to agree, I don't know why but I felt a little uncomfortable. I shrugged it and left to my room to carry my bag, my friends following.

"Where are you going?" I heard a male voice.

My eyes travelled to the couple standing at the far corner across my room.

"I..wanted a glass of water," a quiet voice, my brother's wife, said nervously.

Oh my Allah!

"This is going to be fun," Humaira said smirking.

Duh! I forgot my friends are there. They were all gawking at the scene.

"If you need anything you can ask me, don't be shy, okay?" My brother said smiling and pecked her forehead to which she blushed.

Uh..okay...I wish I hadn't witnessed this.

"Yaar.. your brother is so.." Zehra whispered.

"I want my husband to be like him," Bushra said dreamily.

"Idiot, all husbands must be like that. If not what's the fun?" I said giggling.

We were totally acting like kids.

"I am sure my husband would be much cooler, firstly he would give me a hug, then slowly..." Humaira began.

Bushra turned scarlet, Zehra closed her eyes savouring the moment, Humaira had a dreamy look and I...

Dropped my bag.

The moment was ruined.

***

Slowly slipping outside the house, we quickly got into the vehicle.

"Uncle, let's go," Bushra said to the driver. He nodded and drove.

After a few minutes, the driver stopped the car and walked towards the petrol station, saying that he'll be back in a few minuites.

We continued our dramatic talk about the future, when suddenly we saw a red light. It began coming closer each second.

"What's that?" I asked panicking.

"A vehicle!"

"It's coming towards us!"

"It's going to crash!"

We screamed.

A blinding light crossed my eyes.

The colour drained from my face.

I wanted to call the driver back, to move the vehicle, but I just stayed frozen to my seat.

Ya Allah! Forgive our sins.

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A/N

Now...Don't kill me!😜

I have no idea why, but I laughed so much while writing this chapter.

Hope you like it.

Next update would probably come as a surprise to all of you. Any guesses?