After the day was settled half, Eira drove her father's cars to their office. She needs to talk. She needs her best friend! Parking her car in the parking area. Where Saad was too present. He was on a call,..he saw her parking the car. He jumped off his car and marched towards behind her. She completely ignored him like he never exists. She marched inside.
Saad followed her knowing very well. She must be hear to meet her best friend, Faaz.
Faraaz was conversing with an architect regarding their new project. She barged into his cabin, throwing her hands around his neck! FRaaz rolled his eyes at this girl. He motioned his architect to continue the talk later.Saad was witnessing all this from a glass window. He clenched his jaw at her antics. Faraaz softly parted her away, "eiru ye kya harqate h? Koi kya sochenga?"
"As if muje kisi ki soch se faraq padta h! Faaz help me with this yrr.. muje na kuch ho rha h" she said pouting sadly. He chuckled and motioned her to take a seat. But as per her habit.. she was leaning on him. Eira had an habit of doing this. As she was grown up with all the love and protection.
Faraaz stood up and asked her to sit on the couch. He always make sure to be careful around with her. As many people mistake them as bf gf.
"Faaz mene uss sadu ko bhot sunayi, lekin ab muje guilt ubhar bhar ke aa rha h!" Said said pouting.
"Toh btao kya kiya jaaye? Maar diya jaaye yaa chor diya jaaye?" Faaz asked raising his one eyebrow.
Playing with her rings, . She answered, "hmm.. marna hi padega.. i soo hate him! Damboo h ek no ka kuch nhi smjhta! Anyways tum btao tumari or Shahana babe ki kya scene h? Kaha tak phochi gaadi!?" She asked wiggling her eyebrows.
He chuckled, "a start.. a kind of of start?" Je said shaking his head.
"Dude.. take her on honeymoon na!?" She said squealing. Faraaz rolled his eyes. "Bhaar bhi aa jao apne romantic mode se!" He said knocking on her skull.
"Aauuch.. Faaz u better hold a grip on ur girl! Isse phle der ho jaye.. confess, love ajd cherish her yrr sab muje hi btana padta h! Uff Allah kya hoga iss ladke ka!" She said making him laugh. While here Saad was fuming in anger.
"Shall we go on a bestie date?" She asked squealing.
"Wait lemme inform Ahana before, anyone else. Me nhi chahta koi miss understanding ho!" He said typing a message. She nodded happily. She stood up and clicked some flies and laptop snapshot uploading it with caption, "hectic day!"
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Zareen was left alone in university. As her cousins had already left. She was waiting for her driver now. Gripping her bag tightly.,she fixed her glasses, mumbling duas.
"Oh Hi Ms Alam Shah" said her classmate, a boy who soo famous for his looks. Zareen ignored him and quickly marched far from him.
The boy followed him, carrying his jacket in his one hand, with gelled hair and regular attitude.
"Shayad ap ajnabiyo se baat nhi karti?" He said narrowing his eyes.
Zareen looked away,.. she was scared now. Just wanted a miracle to take place. The boy tapped her shoulder making her shiver. Her eyes widened.
"Du...dur...rahe....humse!" She said stammering.
Meanwhile the boy received a tight slap from her professor. The same professor who was targeted with Mehzur's hate. She gasped,..due to sudden shock her bag slipped from her hand. She moved back..
The boy ran smirking at the professor. The Professor turned to Zareen, he picked up her bag and gave her. She took it with her shivering hands.
"Yaha kya kar rahi ho? Koi aya nhi lene?" He questioned her in stern voice. She nodded in no.
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Bazm E Tarab Part 3.
RomanceAn arranged marriage. A forced marriage. A dramatic marriage And a stubborn bride marriage! the 3rd generation of Khans.