Ibrahim looked at her and smiled. She held the door looking like she has seen a ghost. Ibrahim's parents called her towards them. Slowly, Umaira walked towards them. Ibrahim's mother made her sit beside her.

'Wow! My Bahu is looking amazing.' She praised caressing her face with her palms. Ibrahim's smile widened. After little chit chat, in which Umaira didn't participate, Umaira's mother asked her to take Ibrahim to her room so that he could freshen up. He has come directly from the airport. Umaira nodded and stood up. Ibrahim stood too and silently followed Umaira to her room. All the while admiring her, she is looking so divine.

Once in the room, he hugged her from behind. Umaira is taken aback, she stiffened. Ibrahim is too happy to see her to notice.

'Gosh! I missed you so much.' He said inhaling her scent. Umaira shifted little feeling uncomfortable. Ibrahim left her and turned her making her face him. He placed his fingers under her chin and made her look at him, he held her face in his palms 'I have postponed the meeting and came all the way from Paris, just for you, love. Aren't you happy?' he asked softly. Umaira nodded not meeting his gaze, 'I am.' She said. He smiled and kissed her cheek, she closed her eyes tightly. She isn't liking the proximity but because of the guilt she can't stop him.

Feeling his lips dangerously close to hers, she turned her head, 'Ibrahim, we must go to Huma's reception. We are getting late.' She made an excuse, still not meeting his gaze. Ibrahim smiled and placed his hands on her waist, he pulled her closer. She didn't look up, she stared at his chest.

'I am coming too.' He said admiring her. Finally, she looked up at him. He smiled.

'My parents are coming as well. Keep this surprised expression for later.' He said happily. Seeing him happy and his eyes twinkling with dreams, dreams of being with her made Umaira feel guiltier. She smiled awkwardly and looked away. Ibrahim smiled and quickly pecked her lips. Umaira gasped.

'Like I said, I love your lipstick smudged.' He winked at her. Unlike before she didn't blush with his statement instead she felt her heart sink. Ibrahim loves her so much, and she, so easily she kissed someone else and not only that she is even thinking of moving back with Mehran. Umaira cursed herself. She felt suffocated.

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Mehran smiled as he buttoned his white shirt, leaving top three button open. He has decided that tonight he will sort everything with Umaira, also speak with Siham. He wore his navy coat and combed and gelled his hair setting it perfectly. He applied his cologne and admired his reflection with a broad smile. He wore his shoes and left the room.

'Waah! Bhai. You are ready and I didn't have to nag you.' Amreen complimented as she pinned her net dupatta. Mehran nodded. Amreen joked that this is first time in his life that Mehran has dressed even before Junaid. Junaid is disappointed that his flawless record is now broken.

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Umaira isn't surprised seeing Huma smiling broadly as she stood on the stage next to Shadab. She is practically glowing. The guests are climbing one by one on stage and greeting the couple. Blessing them and showering them with gifts.

'I am so excited to meet your cousin. I have only heard of her.' Ibrahim whispered to Umaira. 'You will like her.' Umaira said confidently.

'Of course, she is your cousin.' Ibrahim nodded. Umaira smiled sadly. She led Ibrahim on stage. 'Hello, Bhabhi!' Shadab bit his tongue as he said so. Umaira's eyes widened but Ibrahim is confused. This is the first time after five years Shadab and Umaira spoke. Back in college Shadab used to call her Bhabhi and tonight while greeting her, he had a slip of tongue.

'Hey, Umaira!' Huma interrupted before things got awkward. Umaira hugged Huma and Ibrahim shook hands with Shadab congratulating him. Though Shadab smiled, his expression said it clearly that he didn't like Ibrahim.

'You got camera, babes?' Huma whispered as they posed for the photographer.

'Yup!' Umaira whispered back.

CLICK! And they were done. They congratulated the couple one more time before turning around to leave. As Umaria turned around she saw Mehran climbing up. Her heart beat stopped for a second seeing the expression on his face. He looked hurt.

'Hey! I didn't except to see you here?' Ibrahim sounded surprised. Mehran didn't respond he is looking at Umaira, his eyes moist. Umaira stared at the floor. Ibrahim frowned, he isn't liking how Mehran is looking at Umaira.

'Umaira, love. Let's go. You have to click photos also.' He said placing his arm around her waist. Umaira looked at him wide-eyed but he ignored her. Mehran glared at Ibrahim's arm that held Umaira's waist. Ibrahim then led Umaira off the stage, all the while holding her waist. As she walked away, she turned her head and looked sadly at Mehran who watched them go a stern expression on his face.

Mehran looked away only after Ibrahim and Umaira disappeared into the crowd. He stood there, his head lowered and tears blurring his vision. What is Ibrahim doing here? Has Umaira invited him? Is this her answer to his proposal? Many such negative questions ran in his mind. Then his parent's words came to his mind "You are arguing with your parents for a silly girl" Mehran clenched his jaw realizing what blunder he was to do.

He fought with his parents for so many years for a girl who doesn't give a damn about him and his feelings, instead she got her fiancé to tell him in a rude way that she has moved on and chose her fiancé not him. Then his mind went to Siham and he cursed himself and his stupidity. He was planning to break Siham's heart for her, a woman who easily chose someone else. He was going to break-up with Siham who only had loved him, selflessly for a woman who has clearly moved on. Mehran furiously climbed down the stage.