The Wedding Planner Quotes

“You’re in damn so sexy nightgown causing trouble to a man below his belt. Yet you think it’s you who is in trouble.”
― Mariyam Hasnain, The Wedding Planner

“The after effect of the hug felt like drowning into a pool of whiskey. I had never drunk from a glass or a bottle but always from Nayela’s intoxicating eyes, her splendid figure, from the luster of her flowing hair.”
― Mariyam Hasnain, The Wedding Planner

“The hug was a simple gesture. Perhaps, the end of the cold war. Perhaps, the fragile beginning of love.”
― Mariyam Hasnain, The Wedding Planner

“Kissing Yasir was like feeling the safest soul on earth. The touch of his lips felt like he touched my soul. It took away all the pain and agony I had been enduring for the past six years.”
― Mariyam Hasnain, The Wedding Planner

“One thought after another. Thoughts and thoughts, and so many of them. Soon, my brain transformed into a fluster of inconspicuous vague thoughts. Contradictory, retaliatory, intimidating, alluring, threatening.”
― Mariyam Hasnain, The Wedding Planner

“A wide grin played on my face, and I knew I was showing way too much teeth. But it was okay as I was getting closer to the woman of my dreams.”
― Mariyam Hasnain, The Wedding Planner

“Not quite often, but I would suffer migraines at least twice a month, fortnightly. Perhaps, I had got this as soon as we moved to Mumbai. Perhaps, the moist sea weather of the city didn’t suit me, or perhaps I had missed someone so badly my body couldn’t endure the aftermath of separation and had reacted in a violent way.
Not only my head but it felt like each and every pore of my six feet tall physique ached, sought refuge, asked, and yearned for Nayela hopelessly, endlessly, for infinite.”
― Mariyam Hasnain, The Wedding Planner

“It was Yasir who was of my age, perhaps a year or a few months older than me. We never fought, never argued. I was crazy about Faraz, but Yasir was the apple of my eyes.”
― Mariyam Hasnain, The Wedding Planner

“Hugging was a gesture Awadhi people followed diligently when they greeted someone. That was a way of showing their affection and respect to others. I kind of liked that as a kid. At least, I could have hugged and squeezed Nayela in my tiny arms whenever she visited Shanbagh.”
― Mariyam Hasnain, The Wedding Planner

“Yeah…that’s nice. Thanks, Zareen Apa.” Mrs. Shadab Rizvi’s smile broadened flashing all of her stained teeth dyed red from years of chewing areca nuts and tobacco wrapped in betel leaves.”
― Mariyam Hasnain, The Wedding Planner

“Her supple body draped in wet clothes, water dripping from the ends of her lush golden hair, a single water droplet hovering over her thin pink lips. There’s wasn’t anything great about her eyes, but they had a unique penetrating brown gaze. A challenging gaze. Gaze which melted my stone heart when I saw her today after years of distance. Gaze which compelled me to believe I still had that burning desire for her.”
― Mariyam Hasnain, The Wedding Planner