Blooming Love

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          For the peace of my years
             In the long green grass
  Will be yours and yours and yours.

The huge back garden of Altamash's mansion was buzzing with happiness because today the head of the town was getting married.
The bright grass was every dreamers meadow as various mercury fairy lights shined on it.
The decorations were a mixture of roses, calla lillies and daisies.
The cool breeze was somewhat calming.
Sweet strings of classical music drifted through the crowd.
The guests were walking around with raspberry cocktails in their hands; some were getting drunk because of the free champagne that was provided.
Altamash Shah was talking to some of his acquaintances when someone yelled that the bride was here.

Nehaal Malik felt nervous under the weight of many eyes; the camera flashes were blinding as she tried to maintain a beautiful smile on her face.
Altamash snapped his fingers at the photographers who swarmed his wife like bees.
There she was; his eyes were deceiving him because she didn't looked real.
Altamash's warm gaze took a full sweep on her form.
Her tea pink gown adorned rhinestones and pearls and her silver shirt was heavily embroidered as it clinged on her bosom and waist.
A see through matching veil was draped over her head; failing to hide her honey brown hairs that cascaded down her back in thick curls; a few strands were framing her beautiful face.
Altamash had adviced the beautician not to do any heavy makeup on her.
She looked exquisite with only a hint of makeup on her face, her long lashes were curled casting a shadow on her blushing cheeks, lips painted a light pink.
She was taking leisure steps in his direction, her khala held her right arm, smiling ear to ear.
Her khala looked happy way too happy for someone he threatened two days ago.
Altamash gave her a nod and took Nehaal's hands in his own, pulling her untill there was no distance between them.
His spicy and musky scent surrounded Nehaal, untill she almost felt dizzy.

"Look at me"
Altamash bent down to whisper in her ear, his lips touching the ear ring that she wore, he felt her shuddering under his touch and couldn't help but smile a bit.
Nehaal looked up; brown eyes meeting his stormy grey one's.
Nehaal couldn't help but let her gaze linger down a bit.
He was dressed in charcoal black tuxedo, his light brown hairs were swept back in a fashionable manor, one strand was hovering over his eyes, his stubble was short, lips pulled in a lopsided smirk.
He had no business in looking this good.
Nehaal averted her gaze from his overpowering presence.