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Large luxury cars were lined up in a row in various models, though a closer look revealed they were mostly two colors: white and black. The groom's friends were standing nearby, almost every one of them waiting for the young ladies they had dropped off so they could drive them back home; a single glance at them was enough to see their happiness in celebrating their friend's wedding.
The house was massive yet single-story, filled with modern comforts and glowing with sparkling lights. Looking closely at the residence, one could tell that wealth had truly found a home here, given the immense fortune poured into it.
"Well, Zarah, as you can see, you have been blessed with the kind of home every young woman dreams of. Be obedient to your husband and live together in peace. Marriage requires patience, give-and-take..." An elderly woman sitting near the bride, Zarah, offered her counsel on married life. The young unmarried women standing around kept gazing around, each wishing this were her own home. Most of the married women were praying that God would bless their husbands with enough wealth to build them something like it, while some parents hoped God would grant their own children a home just like this.
Zarah said nothing, keeping her head covered under her veil until the people in the house dispersed, prompted by the groom's friends repeatedly honking their horns outside. Only Zarah and three of her close friends remained in her room. Slowly, she slipped off her veil and looked around the room, but a close look at her face revealed a clear sense of displeasure. Sitting beside her, Lubna asked, "Zarah, what's wrong? I see you're still not cheerful. Is it still about that matter?"
Zarah let out a long sigh of frustration and said, "Lubna, is this fair to me? To think that on my very first night, another girl is being brought in to share the household?" Aisha pursed her lips and chimed in, "Honestly, I don't see any reason to worry. You two will be in your own room while she stays in hers. Besides, this man loves you deeply; enjoy the wealth and let it stay where it belongs." Sadiya gave a brief, annoyed click of her tongue and said, "By Allah, Zarah, you can be so frustrating! Why don't you make life miserable for the girl? Once she suffers enough, she'll run away on her own feet. Don't just sit there and let some little girl ruin your happiness, leaving you with nothing."
Right then and there, Zarah's friends continued showering her with advice, both good and bad. Instantly, she brightened up and began to cheer up, clearly approving of the path they were setting her on.
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