By 6:50 AM, the wedding ceremony had begun. The small church was filled with the soft scent of flowers and the solemn murmur of the priest's voice. Anisa stood beside Hasan at the altar, a vision in white, her face a pale, beautiful mask. The rituals proceeded smoothly, the lighting of the unity candle, the exchange of vows recited in hollow, rehearsed tones. ⛪️
As they reached the pivotal moment for the exchange of rings, the priest raised the ceremonial pillow. Hasan reached for the ring, a symbol of his fraudulent claim.
Just then, the heavy wooden doors at the back of the church burst open with a loud crack against the stone wall. Two silhouettes, backlit by the harsh morning sun, stood in the doorway. 🌄
All heads turned. Gasps rippled through the congregation.
Yugh and Asifa, dishevelled and breathless from their run, stood panting at the threshold. Ushers and a few male relatives moved to intercept them, forming a human barrier. 😬
"Stop!" Yugh's voice, raw and powerful, echoed through the stunned silence of the church, cutting off the priest mid-sentence. "This wedding cannot continue!"
Chaos erupted. Whispers turned into shouts. Hasan's face contorted in a flash of pure, unfiltered rage. Anisa stood frozen at the altar, her eyes wide, locked on Yugh and the unfamiliar woman beside him. The perfect ceremony shattered in an instant, replaced by a shocking, public confrontation that none, especially not the bride and groom, had seen coming. 🔴