One week passed in a jiffy. Umaira and Mehran tried their best and ignored each other. Umaira had come all day while Siham came on alternate days as a model for the ramp walk rest of the time she came as guest. Mehran didn't accompany her then. Though she was disappointed she didn't say anything. Mehran did feel guilty but for his own sanity he stood by his decision. With Ibrahim busy, Umaira had come alone.

After the wrap up of the last day of the event, Umaira packed her camera when she heard a female voice. She inwardly groaned realizing it is Siham's voice. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before turning around and forcing a smile. Luckily, she is alone.

'Hey! How are you?' she greeted her happily. Umaira noticed Siham has changed into her casuals, Denim jeans and yellow turtle neck top. Her hair open and resting on one side of her shoulder. Even with all make-up washed off she looks pretty.

'I am fine.' Umaira said, she wished Siham quickly speaks and left. She turned around and began fidgeting with her camera bag, hoping Siham gets the signal.

'If you are free, join me and my fiancé for dinner.' Siham suggested innocently. Umaira quickly shook her head. Going for dinner with Mehran is a very bad idea.

'Please.' Siham pouted.

Umaira kept refusing but Siham kept on insisting, she finally resorted to emotional blackmail. 'Within so less time you have become my good friend and I will be flying back to India soon. So, I wanted to spend some quality time with my new friend.' She said with a sad pout, her head lowered. Umaira also noticed unshed tears glistening in her eyes. She is surprised how quickly Siham managed to get tears in her eyes.

'Okay! Let me text my fiancé.' Umaira said and took out her phone.

'Wow! Thanks.' Siham excitedly hugged Umaira, who hugged her back awkwardly.

Mehran kept glancing at his wrist watch and at the entrance. He felt restless. Luckily, he didn't bump into Umaira and wanted to run away before he accidently met her. Tomorrow afternoon is his flight back to India and he wanted to rest before he gets back into the busy world of business and work. He took out his phone and is about to dial Siham's number when he heard her over-excited voice.

'Mehran.' He turned around and his heart skipped a beat seeing Umaira following her. She has her fingers clenching the strap of her bag tightly and her head lowered. He couldn't think as he stared at Umaira. She climbed down stairs and walked behind Siham.

'Umaira is joining us for dinner.' Siham said happily. Umaira slowly looked up and her gaze met Mehran's. Instant tears rushed to her eyes, she looked away blinking back her tears. Now, she is sure that agreeing to come for dinner with Siham and Mehran was a very bad idea.

**********************

Umaira and Mehran felt awkward sitting opposite each other in a restaurant. Siham sat beside Mehran looking through the menu. Umaira kept fidgeting with salt stand stealing glances at Mehran, who kept holding the fork, playing with it and occasionally stealing glances at Umaira. Once their gaze met. Mehran held her gaze not looking away and Umaira found herself hypnotize and couldn't look away either.

Umaira had been writing her chemistry assignment whole night and so got up very late the next day. She quickly took a bath and changed into her college attire- Lime yellow chiffon top and white jeans, torn at the knees. She tied her hair in a high pony tail, wore her sneakers and flung her sling bag around her neck hurrying out of the room.

Umaira hurried downstairs, she is getting late for physics lecture by Prof. Venkat Singha, the strictest teacher of their college, also this lecture is super important and she doesn't want to miss it. She keeps muttering curses under her breath. She has a clean record and perfect attendance, she doesn't want today to stain her record.

As she climbed down in hurry, her feet slipped and she fell. She closed her eyes tight expecting her face to hit the strong concrete floor, but strangely it didn't. Instead, she felt an arm around her waist stopping the fall. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked up into a pair of grey eyes. Time stopped for her as she stared into them.

Mehran stared back into her honey coloured eyes; dazed. He felt a strange pull he had never felt before. The two-kept looking into each other's eyes like nothing else mattered, or even existed.

Umaira was first one to look away when someone cleared their throat beside them. Mehran helped her stand, she is embarrassed as Professor Venkat stood beside them. She adjusted her top and pushed back random strands of hair behind her ear. Mehran found this simple gesture attractive, he wondered who this girl is?

'You are?' Venkat sir, asked Mehran. Mehran looked up at the professor

'I am Mehran Ahmad Ali, new admission, Commerce department.' He introduced himself. Venkat nodded, a permanent scowl plastered on his face.

'The commerce department is there.' He pointed to fleet of stairs leading up to third floor. Another young boy rushed to the scene, 'Mehran!' he stopped on seeing Venkat sir. He simply shook his head and looked at Umaira.

'You are in my class, right?' Venkat sir asked Umaira and she nodded her head. Venkat walked away, before following him Umaira looked at Mehran. Both felt a spark, they had never felt before and knew then that this what they had read and heard about- love at first sight.

Mehran kept watching Umaira walk away with a dreamy smile. Shadab nudged his arm

'She is so beautiful.' Mehran sighed. Shadab smirked

'You aren't the first one who has been bowled over by her beauty. Many including me are in the queue. But sadly, she doesn't give two hoots to us. Not even a glance.' Shadab explained sadly. Mehran simply smiled staring at the place where Umaira had disappeared.

'Umaira Siddiqui, Science department.' Shadab said

'Umaira!' Mehran sighed dreamily.

'I will have grilled prawns with sweet and sour cream.' Umaira and Mehran snapped back to reality on hearing Siham's voice.

'What about you guys?' she asked them

'Same.' Umaira and Mehran said in unison. They then looked at each other wide-eyed. Siham giggled. A waiter came and Mehran placed their orders, he jotted down their order and nodded. He took their menu cards and left.

Once he was gone, Siham smiled and wrapped her arm around Mehran's. Umaira shifted uncomfortably in her seat while Mehran avoided her gaze feeling uncomfortable himself.

'So, Umaira what are your plans next?' Siham asked.

'For now, it's Fashion week. There is so much do with the photos that were clicked....' Umaira explained everything avoiding looking at Mehran or his and Siham's entangled arms. Siham listened carefully nodding her head. Mehran, on the other hand kept admiring Umaira. The way her eyes twinkled while talking about her work and the way her lips moved. Her lips looked so tempting, Mehran found his gaze stuck on them.

'Convincing Mehran to come here was a huge task. All time work and work...he has become so boring.' Siham said smacking Mehran's arm. Umaira simply nodded keeping a straight face. Mehran kept silently praying that the waiter comes soon.

Umaira and Mehran both are relieved as the waiter comes with their order. The three of them then silently ate their dinner.