Merhaba askkkk İkram aliskerov için bir hikaye yazarmisinnn it can be whatever you prefer I loveed your story the celebrity maybe you do one where he becomes a father the first time or maybe he gets married :>
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(There's nothing else)
Female reader (turkish speaker) x Ikram Aliskerov
Warnings : None
sorry if there's any mistakes, english isn't my first language!
Yeah, I know. I should've been prepared for all of this but maybe it's too early. You know, getting married isn't a joke, it's like a big moment for a girl in her life. And yeah I was surprised when this moment happened in my life.
I knew that I would get married before everyone. I knew who my husband was before being with him. It's just that, when we finally reach the point, it's completely different. We did all. The engagement, the Nikkah, and today, it's the real wedding.
In front of the government, of our respective families, our friends and relatives.
I'm actually in stress. I will make my enter in a few minutes. It's not all the people who're here who makes me nervous but the man who's waiting for me in front of everyone.
Ikram Aliskerov.
I know this guy since a long time. But knowing him is a big thing, our parents are good friends so they decided that when we'll grow up we'll get married. Are we okay with this?
Do we even have a choice?
It was decided like this and we can't do anything even if we wanted to. It's now the moment for me to go in the front. He's here, in a black suit with a white shirt. He doesn't look happy or anything. He just looks tired. Tired of being here, tired to smile, tired to pretend that this marriage will be successful and just tired to sign papers to be with someone he barely knows and that he isn't in love with.
"I know pronounce you husband and wife" the mayor said. Ikram grabbed me by my shoulders, tightening his grip on me and put a kiss on my forehead.
Clapping, cheering, our mothers crying, letting tears of joy flow down their cheeks. If I would've been cheeky, I would've said "No need to do all of that, that's just a mascarade".
The road for the reception was really silent. Nobody wanted to say something. Probably because there's nothing to say..? He didn't even glance at me, and for my part, I was looking through the window, hopping that this day will end quickly.
The room was full of people, waiting for us, and not just for me like a few hours ago. "What a beautiful couple", "You guys are beautiful together", "Çok yakışıyorsunuz v'Allah" which means "You both suit each other well". Maybe, maybe not. I thought that it was obvious that love wasn't the principal subject of this union.
But being good liars makes it seem like it's real.
selammmm anonymous I hope that you enjoyed it, bana mesaj gönder if you want a part 2, you too guyssss, dont hesitate to tell me what you think about it, kisssessss😘 also sorry for responding a bit late, school takes a lot of my time like I said in one of my post!
