Chapter 17. His

Present

"Is he not present at the altar yet?" Isra asked anxiously, a smile not leaving her lips, ecstatic about her wedding but there was a strange fear in her heart. I hope you are okay. "Hey, stop being so impatient." Hoor sighed, coming to help Isra in the dressing room. She set her lehenga for the final time, taking deep breaths while everyone was lost in their exhilaration, grinning non-stop until Zain busted through the door, panting heavily with horror etched on his face,

"Isra!"

"What happened?" She gasped at his terror, not apprehending what caused him to be so perturbed. Don't tell me he did something to himself. She thought, horrified.

"Emraz left." He whispered, coming closer with tears brimming in his eyes and this was even more terrifying than she anticipated, "Come again?" She blinked, considering she heard him wrong.

"He left you... at the very end." He said, on the verge of crying as The Ahmed family also entered with penitence written