Chapter 98

The lawn was a vision of beauty, adorned with red roses that glistened like rubies under the soft glow of fairy lights. Guests milled around, laughing and chatting as the Haider family welcomed them with warm smiles.

Zamin Haider stood near the entrance, his face brimming with pride, while his wife, Daneen, greeted everyone with a glow that rivaled the decorations. Their daughters, Ammara and Samara, giggled and exchanged jokes with their cousins, their vibrant energy lighting up the evening.

Despite Ayleen’s insistence on a simple wedding, her parents had left no stone unturned to make it grand, as if it were her first marriage. The thought brought a dull ache to her chest, a reminder of her past and the pain she had endured.

She sat on the stage, dressed in a blood-red lehenga with intricate golden embroidery that shimmered with every flicker of light. Her lips were painted the same red hue, her cheeks dusted with a delicate blush that highlighted her natural be