“WHAT!”

“Calm down Rishael. Mein ny abhi sirf baat ki hy. Tum pehle us sy mil lo. Then we'll talk. Or han mein tumhari koi baat nhi sun rahi. That's final.”

“Magar maa woh abroad hote hein. Mein kese mil lun?”

“Don't worry dear son. She is here in Pakistan.”

“I'll share the contact details. Meet her this weekend. No arguments.”

And with that she got up and went to her room leaving a frustrated Rishael behind.

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Umeed came back home and took off her accessories and let out a sigh of relief. This was an exhausting day. She was putting her earring down and then she looked at her reflection in the mirror and a voice rang in her ear.

‘By the way blue suits you’

She blushes again. Slapping her forehead slightly she said to herself.

“What are you thinking. Don't think about him”

And when she came out in her pajamas after changing. Her hair wet. Her phone pinged sitting on the bed having the towel in one hand and the phone in other she looked it was Farjaad's message. 

Opening the chat she saw he sent her the photo that the photographer took earlier in the event. Zooming into herself she spent a good time examining each and every detail of the picture. 

Easing herself down on the bed. She smiled and opened her Instagram. Then she realized that she hasn't followed Farjaad yet. 

Across the street Farjaad was mirroring her posture on his bed looking into that picture and smiling. Opening Umeed's chat he changed the chat wallpaper to that picture. A new message appeared which read.

“Instagram ID?”

He replied.

“Are you stalking me superstar?”

With a smirk emoji.

Umeed shook her head and typed back.

“Ok na dein.” 

Farjaad wasn't expecting this. He quickly sent her his Instagram ID and opened the said app. 

Just when the notification of her following him appeared he smiled like an infant and started looking through her profile after following her back. 

An idea crossed his mind and he quickly opened the new post tab and tapped on the recent picture he received. The picture of them

Posting that he captioned. 

‘Aap sy mil k hum kuch badal sy gae’

Tagged her and then put his phone down after putting it on silent mode as he knew what's gonna happen next. 

On the other side Umeed decided to post the same picture. She captioned. 

‘Kar k dil tere hawale.

Thanks for the love you all showed.’

Tagging him and then turning off the notification sound she dozed off to sleep. 

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Mehmal reached home and called her mother back after what she thought was a hectic day. But the next hour with her mom as usual imposing her decisions on her, a headache intensified and she was now rubbing her temples while her mother's words echoes in her ears. 

‘You are doing this or else come back. And I'm dead serious this time.’

Eating a sandwich she made without any appetite. She drank a glass of milk and tried to sleep. But the things her mother said kept ringing in her mind.

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Behram was waiting for another call. But it didn't came. Anger and curiosity at the same time were making him want to rip his hair out. What does that sick person want from him again after all these years. He tried to drown himself in work but the lack of attention and loads of frustration made him out of focus. The thing he hates the most. 

That night was brutal for some people and filled with a hint of attraction for some. 

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