Retying the knot - Part 1

There are many people in this world who have been married; Few, in comparison who have been married twice (I HOPE!). But out of the many and the few are the fewer who have been married twice to the SAME PERSON!

This story is about one such couple.

The first time they tied the knot was in Pakistan. A simple nikah followed by a dhol dhamaka Shaadi. Two days after the wedding, the guy left for abroad where he was working.

Now this couple, they were the impatient sort. I mean, they were in love as most newlyweds are and so wanted to be together ASAP. Uncertain of the timeframe of acquiring spouse visa, they decided the wife should join the husband immediately on her own student one. Cost him an arm and leg to pay the fee but you know how they say,

‘YAAR don’t put a price on PYAAR!’ 🙈
(Source: Quoteable Quotes Noonmeme’s)

Finally it was time for them to apply for residency as a married couple. Unfortunately they stumbled upon an unforeseen situation. They had ALL the required documents except One ☝🏻

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......... THE NIKAH-NAMA!!!!
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😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

A frantic search was conducted among family, friends, witnesses and maulvi Sahabs on both sides. “Where is the NikahNama? Who has the NikahNama? What happened to the NikahNama?” No one had the answer. It would have helped had they gotten their marriage registered with NADRA at some point, but why bother with petty details eh? 🤭

Long story short, there was only one thing to do. They would just have to get married AGAIN! 😶

If you are a girl reading this, you would agree, an opportunity to be a bride in a white dress is not such a bad deal! But having been married a few years now (and infinitely wiser), the guy refused to pay for the gown! 🙄 *Cheapskate*

Anyway, As the sun rose on a beautiful spring day, in the presence of 4 friends and 2 witnesses, this mian and biwi were declared man and wife.

And then they lived happily ever after.

Kind of.

Because every year on their desi anniversary, the couple mourns their precious loss.

So next time when your father, husband, brother or son comes home after Jumma bearing Shakar qandi or makai kai danay, have a good look at the paper its held in.

Who knows you might stumble upon a document.

Who knows it might have a couple of signatures.

Who knows one of the signature might even be slightly blurred with tears.

I mean WHO knows?

I Wouldn’t!

It’s not like this is MY story.

Nope.

But still, call me when you find it okay?

OKAY! 🙌🏻