'Wear this one...' Amreen said taking out a grey and white printed shirt, grey blazer and black trouser.

Mehran sat on the bean bag wearing a black vest and brown Bermuda shorts, he is looking through the files. When Amreen got no response, she turned around. She shook her head and placed her hand on her hips, she tilted her head little to the side and pressed her lips together. It is 7.30pm and the Reunion party starts around 8 in the Hayat and her brother isn't ready yet. She decided to call Siham, only she can manage her brother. Before she could dial, Siham barged in. Amreen and Mehran both are startled.

Siham is dressed in long blue skirt and white full sleeved top with blue sleeveless long cardigan. Her hair open and resting on her shoulder. She looked ready but not ready for party.

'You are going too?' Amreen asked as Siham held Mehran and is pulling him up, while he is muttering 'Five more minutes.'

'No!' Siham huffed after having successfully making Mehran stand. Amreen nodded sadly.

'I have some urgent photoshoot, last minute, else I would have gone.' Siham explained. Amreen listened to her carefully and then took her leave, leaving Mehran and Siham alone.

'Amreen's choice is so strange.' Mehran said eyeing the shirt, his little sister had chosen for him. Siham giggled. She took the shirt from him.

'I will choose for you, my choices are the best.' She said. Mehran nodded.

She turned around searching for the shirt, Mehran wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

'Of course, I am one of your choices.' He said and pecked her shoulder. Siham blushed, she hit his hand, 'Don't distract me.' she said and continued to search for his shirt. Mehran took a step back and sat on the bed looking at her. Finally, Siham turned around and presented him a maroon slim fit formal shirt.

'You wear this with black waist coast and over coat, because it is cold and also black trousers.' Siham said. Mehran smiled, she at times gets over protective for him. She looked for a muffler when Mehran held her arm.

'Relax, love.' he said. She smiled and turned him around.

'Go get ready.' She said pushing him into the bathroom.

'I am so upset, I can't come.' Siham said sadly as she buttoned Mehran's waist coast. Mehran applied his cologne and looked at her.

'Your photo shoot is important, right. I don't mind.' He assured her. Siham looked at him with puppy dog eyes.

'You are simply saying so that I don't feel bad.' She said sadly. She moved her hand when Mehran held her hand and pulled her closer. She looked at him as he wrapped her arms around his waist, also he held her waist.

'No I am not.' He said sincerely. Siham looked into his eyes and read them, he is speaking the truth.

'You know, you are the best...best boyfriend and even awesome fiancé. I love you...I love you so much.' She said and tiptoed pecking his lips. He pulled her closer, their kiss deepening.

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Umaira is getting super bored at the party. Being punctual person that she is, she had come long before many guests. She simply sat in the corner sipping her cocktail. She sighed wishing Ibrahim was here with her. She smiled imagining his bored expression, it will be similar to hers when he used to drag her to his boring business parties. The guests who have arrived are not from her batch, they are juniors. The ones who had organized the party. She leaned in her seat and sipped her drink.

'Umaira?' She turned around and found a familiar female face stare back at her.

Umaira took only few seconds to guess 'Jasmine.' She said sounding too happy.

She is amazed as she looked at her long-lost friend. Jasmine has put on weight, otherwise she has perfect face. She wore flowing emerald green one side off-shoulder evening gown. Her hair which were once waist length, now is bob-cut. She wore bright red glossy lipstick and matching nail paint.

'OMG!' the girls gushed and hugged each other tightly. They swayed little still clung tightly to each other.

'Girl, where have you been? How are you?' Jasmine asked once the two girls settled in their seat. 'I work for VQ Fashion Magazine in Milan.' Umaira said happily. Jasmine's mouth dropped open. 'Wow! Amazing. I am working in an MNC, boring 9 to 5 job.' Jasmine said faking a yawn. Umaira giggled.

'So, married?' Jasmine asked. Umaira froze, her glass to her lips. She turned to look at her friend and shook her head.

'I am engaged.' Umaira said sticking out her hand. Jasmine's eyes widened looking at the solitaire ring. She held her hand and showered compliments making Umaira blush.

'Who is the lucky man?' she asked, her gaze still locked at the ring. Umaira moved her hand. 'Ibrahim Shah Alam.' She said confidently and took a sip. Jasmine flashed a genuine smile. 'Thank God, you moved on from that jerk.' Jasmine said bitterly. Umaira felt uneasy at mention of him. She shook her head.

Mehran as expected was late, there weren't many people here yet. They are all fashionably late. As Mehran entered the hall, he is greeted by few of his fellow batch mates, Imran, Shadab, Ashok. They all chatted for few minutes, before Mehran decided to get a drink.

'Don't drink much, dude.' Ashok said 'We all know what happens when you have more drinks.' Shadab teased. Mehran glared at him before turning around and walking towards the counter. 'One whiskey.' He ordered to the bar tender. The bar tender nodded and turned around to get his order.

Just then someone pushed past him and he stumbled a step back, his back hitting something soft. He realized he hit a woman.

He turned to apologize. 'Sorr...' He stopped mid-sentence when his eyes met a very familiar and gorgeous pair of honey coloured eyes.

She stared at him, into his grey eyes.

He stared back, into her honey eyes