I'm Hope Ep 22

The first rain drop fell on his head, he uplifted his face then looked the sky which was crowded by dark clouds. The drizzling of bliss was steering him something which was completely concealed from his sight.

"rain... Oh shit! Oh no... Should I become happy?.... Oh, at least not today?" When Umeed came out and saw the raindrops were falling on him, the sudden feelings attacked her.

She was in shady lane, so she was safe but not her groom offcourse, specially in that roofless car.

"Oh raining... I didn't like it before but these cold drops are such a bliss, especially on this day which is really special for me. Oh God.... It's really like your blessing, I'm grateful to you..." When he lifted up his head and the raindrop was fallen in his eye, that time his heart bowed down to his creator.

"you're first who saw me in this bridal attire" she shouted from the shade.

"Oh let me capture this moment" he didn't step towards her, just murmured loudly while leaning  against the door of his car.

"you're using camera in this wetly weather?" She shouted with amusement.

"who said you, I've camera to capture this moment" he exclaimed while putting his palms on his eyes to see her more clearly in the mist of rain.

Initially, she didn't understand his words but after a while, she got him when he starred her with all of his affection.

He purchased the umbrella from a street boy with a pair of jasmine's bangles.

"Our Pakistani bridals are incomplete with these" at the next moment, he climbed stairs to reach this shady side where she was standing.

"without gajray?" She scowled her brow while asking the question that's answer she was already known.

"hmm," he mumbled during taking his one hand in his hand. He was holding an umbrella in one hand, they were stepping towards his car.

Her heart was trembling in the cage of her chest when he touched her wrist. Because of wetting in rain, his hand was completely cold but her hand was warm because of warm temperature of the parlor.

The perfect combination of coldness and warmness between the bangle of jasmine was acquiring each others, slowly but abruptly.

"oh I'm not good in that" he was trying hard to make her wear the bangle with one hand.

"why are you doing this? I can wear it with myself" they came near the car when she said.

"No way. I love to do it" his voice was busy, unaware of those emotions which were making a place in her heart by his touch.

"why is he doing this? He shouldn't do at least... Is he  seeking the opportunity to touch me" many questions raised in her heart at once?

She weighed his face expression which was completely naive, just busy with her hands and bangles. He had done with one hand then he held another one, that moment, exactly that moment he boggled with some sudden feelings.

She looked into his innocent eyes which were completely unaware of conflict of her heart, he was doing this just for showing some friendly rights on his wife, or should say his bride.

His touch was prevailing her heart, he forgot to hold the umbrella, there was drizzling which was touching their heads.

Some moments were passed between them, both froze on their position while the raindrops were still touching their bodies.

"now I should call Bhai to pick me" she hardly composed herself then murmured, the silence broke up by her melodious but strong voice.

He finally made her wear both bangles, the sweet fragrance of jasmine was absorbed in his fingers from her wrists.

"oh, I forgot! Actually, I took permission from elders to pick you" he said while looking into her eyes which were mesmerizing.

"oh! Then how can we go in this rain, especially in rag top?" She said in rage because she was trying hard to control her emotion so now she just banishing all her emotions by showing herself and him that how much she was irritated by his romantic concern for her.

"don't worry Umeed! This convertible has its roof" then he just opened the door and pushed a button then a black glass roof took place in his car.

Her mouth was opened, the next moment she hit his head.

"you stupid, why didn't you place the roof before?"

"oh I just forgot while seeing you in this attire" he also hit his head for that stupid act but it was drizzling. So that car seats were only moist, not wet like him.

Both sat on their seats.

"I'm the only one who was driving his car on his wedding day," he said while looking, actually absorbing her completely new attire in his eyes.

He never saw her before in very traditional dresses with this type of preparation. Off course bride was always special to everyone but for her groom, she was especially special.

On their nikah, she was only wearing simple white dress without any jewellery or makeup so now her new shade could really raise a fire in his heart.

"your wish" she shrugged her shoulders while averting the steer of her eyes from those soft hazel eyes.

Her crimson eyes looked beyond the mirror but hazel eyes couldn't concentrate on the driving because some of her wood-colored locks scattered on her shoulders which were hooking up those emerald eyes.

But inside his heart, he very well knew his limit because his wife accepted their relationship but wasn't accept him as a husband. She neither said anything worst to him but nor any of her action showed her approval regarding him.

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Both reached their destination, that day, first time in her life, she thought that she was also special for everyone.

Both families were welcomed them by showering petals of roses on them.

Arman was received her firstly.

"I'm brother so this is my duty to avert this responsibility to your husband," he said while holding her hand, one of her cousin came to handle the edges her flowy gown.

"I'm happy you're doing this, though this should be done by daddy," she said in a very low voice that Arman doubted whether she was crying.

Before giving her hand to Faraz, he slowly hugged her and put his hand on her head.

"daddy's anger will vanish soon until considering me as your father, off course brother has the same responsibility as father has, so in your new life, any difficulty you would face, you can call me whenever you want to do so" he said in moist voice then gave her hand in the hand of Faraz.

"take care of my sister, otherwise ill forget that I'm a singer and starting to consider myself as boxer" at the end of a sentence, he winked at him.

Faraz smiled amiably then held her hand with all of his right.

"I don't believe this day has finally come in my life" he stammered while sitting beside her.

"talk to your bride later Faraz... Let me capture your life's best moment first" Arbaz shouted from his place, he was capturing pictures of them but because of his lip movement, he couldn't get any good picture.

"okay Lala!" He signed him by showing his thumb up posture.

"look this" Arbaz showed their photo after capturing it.

" how's this Bhabhi?" He asked from Umeed who was still looking her hands, thinking about that moment when those were in his cold but warm hands.

"nice" she murmured while looking the picture, she confessed in her heart that they look perfect with each others.

After some ritual by family members and close relatives, her mother in law came to them.

"although you both saw already to each others but this is ritual, so we should do it" she placed a mirror between them. Then tackled their heads with each others.

The mirror was placed between them, their reflection was shining in that silvery plate. First time in her life, she envied on her fortune to get this type of partner for herself.

He slowly pressed her hand to assure her that he will always be with her.