'Zawjah, you look divine!' Iblis smiled as soon as the car sped out of the Erga taking the newlyweds in it. His eyes were firmly fixed at her makeup-coated face, glimmering like drops of dew on petals of a fresh flower that glittered with the break of sunrise at dawn as he praised her while intermitting their hands together. A satisfied look had complimented his sharp feature when he smiled lovingly at his wife turning her to a deep shade of crimson.
Yodhya looked charming wrapped in a white wedding gown with golden embroideries that screamed the richness of the fabric and the royal culture. It was finely engraved for the occasion all along the border like a woven tapestry with matching veil covering her head. The dress was designed to meet the ancient Arab standards for the royal bride,
