'Yes, send me that file.' Mehran spoke on phone. He cut the phone when the door opened and Siham entered. Mehran shook his head seeing Siham holding more shopping bags.

'How much will you shop?' he smiled taking few bags from her.

'I was angry on you, that's why...' Siham smirked taking out his card. Mehran's mouth dropped open. Siham giggled watching his aghast expressions.

'Just kidding.' She said, Mehran relaxed 'I did use to buy first few dresses.' Siham admitted. Mehran smiled 'You have become very naughty.' He teased her and she blushed.

Next ten minutes she spent showing the stuffs she had brought. Though Mehran was least bit interested, he still pretended to be interested. Mehran is looking at one of her off shoulder golden top when Siham gasped and he looked at her alarmed.

'Oh ho. Look at me. I forgot to tell you. I found a new friend. She is a fashion photographer and she is working for Milan fashion week.' Siham said smacking her forehead. Mehran grinned.

'So, they have more crazy girls like you in Milan as well.' he teased.

'Hahaha! Very funny. (Siham waved her palm rolling her eyes) she was so much fun...' Siham then went on to narrate her time with Umaira. Mehran listened to her taking out her stuffs from the shopping bags.

'What was her name.... oh yeah! Umaira.' Mehran froze, his hand into the shopping bag. Mehran wondered if the Umaira, Siham is talking is his Umaira.

'Are you listening?' Siham shook him little snapping Mehran out of his thoughts. He looked at her confused, but quickly composed himself by nodding his head. Of course, she is not the Umaira he knew, there must be so many Umairas in this world. What are the odds, that Umaira is here in Milan and that she met and bonded with Siham, his fiancé.

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'Umaira...?' Umaira shook her head as Ibrahim snapped his fingers in front of her. She looked around. They are sitting watching TV, while Ibrahim is watching TV, Umaira is in some other world.

'What happened?' He asked concerned. She shook her head and stood up

'I will plate dinner.' She said and walked into the kitchen. Ibrahim wondered if everything was well, Umaira looked lost. They silently had dinner, all the while Ibrahim kept watching her carefully.

After dinner, Umaira went to bathroom to freshen up. She dressed in a lavender noodle strapped night gown. She tied her hair in a loose braid and tying the night robe over her gown she walked out from the bathroom.

'Ibrahim...' she called looking around, but there is no answer. She is about to walk towards the door when she felt his arms wrap around her. She gasped.

'You smell so delicious.' He whispered huskily. Umaira felt shy, she smiled. Ibrahim kissed the back of her head and her smile widened. He let go of her and turned her to make her look at him. Umaira has her gaze lowered, he placed his fingers under her chin and made her look at him. 'You look tensed? Everything good?' he asked looking into her eyes. Umaira looked away nodding her head. Ibrahim realized she is hiding something. He too noticed changes in her ever since she has come from India, he had always neglected it thinking she is just homesick. But now, he thinks its something is serious.

'You know you can tell me, right?' Ibrahim said.

'It's nothing, Ibrahim.' Umaira said hugging him. Ibrahim smiled and separated their frames. He looked at her before bending down and lifting her up in his arms. Umaira forced a smile.

'Ibrahi....'Umaira said nervously as he removed her night robe.

'What happened, love?' he asked softly placing the night robe at the edge of the bed.

'I...I...' Umaira began but stopped. Why is she being hesitant all of the sudden? During the initial days of their relationship, Umaira had felt hesitant and nervous when it came to intimacy, but over time it got easier for her and she began liking being in his arms. But why now, she felt like she has become the same old Umaira she was years back. Is it subconscious effect of the reunion night? Umaira shook her head. No, she will prove herself wrong. She leaned forward and kissed Ibrahim. He smiled into the kiss. Umaira pushed back the uncomfortableness and moved forward sitting on his lap. Ibrahim gently pushed her on the bed, with their lips still locked he switched off the lights.

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Two days later,

Siham dragged Mehran with her for the first day of the shoot. The fashion show has its grand opening in the evening. Siham is super tensed as she is called for rehearsals. She insisted Mehran accompanied her, for moral support. Mehran felt Siham's palm clampy as he held her hand. She is very tensed. She looked at him, she looked like a scared puppy. Mehran suppressed his smile.

'Don't worry. You will be amazing.' Mehran assured her. She wanted to argue, ask him, how does he know and how can he be so confident. But she couldn't find her voice, that scared she was. She held his hand tightly leading him inside the venue. The decorations work had already started, many models were already practicing ramp walk with the choreographer and his assistant guiding them.

'They have already started...Gosh! We are late.' Siham panicked. Mehran sighed and held her shoulders, he shook her slightly snapping her out from her panic state.

'Relax, we aren't too late.' Mehran said and hugged Siham. He caressed her back until he felt her relax in his arms. He is about to break the hug when his gaze fell on a young woman. She stood few distance from them. She is dressed in full sleeved high and low helmed cowl necked army green loose Tee and Denim jeans with knee length boots. Her hair messy, and her eyes...familiar, very familiar. Mehran is surprised.

Umaira had been adjusting her camera lenses and looking through her camera focusing on the stage, trying to get better view of the stage. There are many photographers like her and each one, like her are trying their best to get the best shot. She asked her assistant to get coffee, he nodded and left. She focused looking into her camera. Few people keep coming in front of the frame annoying her. No matter how much she requested them, somehow, they kept wandering back into the frame. Umaira sighed exasperatedly placing her hands on her hips. She turned her head to look for her assistant. That is when her gaze fell on him. She recognized him instantly. He is Mehran. She is numb seeing him here and moreover he is hugging a girl. She felt uneasy.

Mehran froze, he wanted to disappear but he couldn't feel his legs, his gaze locked with Umaira's. Siham frowned realizing Mehran has become a statue. She broke the hugged and looked at him.

'Everything alright, honey?' She asked tugging his arm. Mehran tore his gaze away from Umaira and looked at Siham. He forced a smile and shook his head.

'I am just worried for you. All the best.' He said. Siham smiled widely and hugged him again.

'If you are with me, nothing can go wrong.' She said happily. Mehran slowly looked up again. Umaira is still standing there staring at him. Siham separated their frames and bid goodbye to Mehran, who nodded. She walked away. Mehran looked up again and this time Umaira wasn't there. He took step forward looking around, his eyes searching for her.

Umaira locked herself in a cubicle of the bathroom, tears that had been brimming in her eyes fell and she didn't stop them. She leaned against the door and placed her palm over her mouth muffling her sob. She is confused and shocked, why is she behaving like this? Why is she crying? She has moved on long back then why still seeing him in someone else's arms hurting her so much. Why aren't these stupid tears stopping. Umaira frantically wiped her tears with back of her palm. After few failed attempts, she gave up, resting her head against the door she fell on the floor, crying.

Mehran felt reluctant as he stood in front of the ladies washroom. He looked around, there are few men and woman going into their respective washrooms. Mehran paced there pretending like he is waiting for someone. When the area got deserted, swiftly he entered the ladies washroom.

Thankfully, there wasn't any lady here. He looked around walking through the cubicles. He stopped hearing muffled sobs. His heart fell knowing it is Umaira who is crying. Once again, because of him. He placed his palm on the door and took a deep breath. He leaned in and whispered 'Umaira!'

Umaira instantly stopped crying, she opened her eyes hearing his voice, her heart skipped a beat.