"The Long Wait"

 

Title: "The Long Wait"


"The Long Wait"
"The Long Wait"

The bride, who was covered in dreams and eagerly awaited her groom, was encountering the joy of expectation interestingly, as she had heard that holding up could be very struggle. The fire of a bride lit up her radiant presence. Sitting on the stage with her groom was the moment she became a bride, she thought back. The spectators were entranced, contrasting them with the divine bodies, looking like the association of the moon and the sun. She couldn't contain her joy.

Her excellence was unmatched, and she desired that her sidekick would be a counterpart for her. Her rundown of hopefuls was long, with numerous admirers from renowned families who were anxious to wed her. She had dismissed various recommendations to pick Nabil because he was all that she had at any point longed for — a perfect suitor of manly appeal.

She was now patiently waiting for her prince. Her entire being was consumed by anticipation, and her heart was beating rapidly. The night was passing slowly by. She looked at the clock on the wall; it was three AM. Where might he at some point be? What was he up to this evening? She couldn't understand. She was thinking about things tonight that were far more beautiful than the worries of the world. Everyone had been taken in by the beautiful night, which was woven with love. What number of hearts were murmuring in yearning, their longings complicatedly attached to her destiny?

Each snapshot of standing by now appeared to be making a wonderful soul for this lady of the hour. The anticipation was no longer the only feeling; She had begun to experience the agonizing reality of waiting. Doubts and worries made her delicate heart race. Fear and distress had replaced the sweet anticipation. The lady, whose name itself signified "want," was second guessing herself, "Am I not valuable enough that he hasn't appeared at this point? Is there something more significant for him this evening?"

Questions posed a potential threat in her eyes, looking for shelter from her questions. She forcefully closed her eyes and pressed her head against the pillow to get away from them. Her closed eyes shed two teardrops, which the pillow took in.

"Nabil, I will be given that the younger girl who's currently your girl isn't always mine. She won't ever divide us."

"No, not at all; such a query ever arises."

"She is so beautiful, even though she lacks beauty. Whether or not she descends from heaven is irrelevant to me. She is aware, but why is this question being asked?

Once more, after a couple of seconds of quiet, Nabil talked.

"No lady can at any point interfere with us. Never; you are aware that I do not find women attractive.

The end

  


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