To drown her guilt, Dania gave the best finished work to Kriti. She was shy at first to try the off-shoulder shimmering silver gown, but later was coaxed by her friend. Dania called up her at the luxury parlour and both the ladies got made up there. Kriti was relatively in happier mood now. Dania wore one of her designed backless and body-hugging metallic gown.

Kriti looked enviously at her friend as their nails were being done.

"Gosh! Dania you are looking gorgeous."

Dania smirked, flipping her freshly done wavy hair behind her and raised her shoulder.

"If I was Sarfaraz, and you came in front of me in this way, I would have lost it." Kriti commented. Dania giggled.

"What will happen to Leila Qureshi then?"

Both the girls laughed together. 

The small get together of the team happened in the hotel itself. It was Sarfaraz's treat to the entire team. They were allowed to get their guests as well. Except for the Producer, everyone else were invited. 

Party always excited Fareeha, because it was an excuse to dress up. She showered, and picked her best red velvet Anarkali suit and pinned the heavily embellished dupatta on one side of her shoulder. Staring happily at her reflection she combed her long tresses and tugged her hair behind her ears. After her make-up, she wore heavy earring and delicate bracelets in her hands. Fareeha liked how feminine she looked, else puberty wasn't kind to her with weight and unwanted hair. And Hadi never failed to make her realize that.

"We need to find a chomu soon, and get you married." 

Fareeha raised her chin and admired herself. Why a chomu? Was she lesser than Dania? She continued to examine her features. Of course not. She desired the most to prove to Hadi that she can bag a hotter man than Dania's boyfriends or even Sarfaraz himself. Someone who was respectful and doesn't take her for granted.

After getting ready, she dapped perfume and fixing her dupatta she walked out. Muttering to herself, Fareeha kept calling Sarfaraz but he wasn't answering. She marched to his room, and using the duplicate keycard, she unlocked the door.

"What the hell?" Fareeha gasped, - "Hadi?" Her jaw dropped watching him casually playing video game on the large screen. Oblivious, he had big headphones blasting into his ear and was still in his PJs. Fareeha closed the door and marched to him. She placed one hand on her hip and tapped her foot waiting to catch his attention. Sarfaraz was completely absorbed in the game, jumping in his seat and his thumbs working in super-speed.

Fareeha clenched her jaw, dropped her hands and pulled out the headphones from his head.

'What the f**k?" Sarfaraz jumped on the sofa, ready to tear the intruder apart. But seeing Fareeha, he controlled himself. Fisting tightly, he glared hard at his friend.

"Dude, you are the organizer of the party and here you are playing games?" Fareeha angrily threw her dupatta on the other shoulder.

"I was going to get up." He dropped the controller and climbed down the sofa.

"Ya, we can see that?" She taunted him, pointing at the gaming set up.

"You are annoying, muchad."

"Hey!" Fareeha pointed a finger angrily at him. Sarfaraz waved his hand dismissively and walked to the cupboard.

"Next time you come whining to me. I will show you your aukaat." She huffed, turned on her heels and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. Sarfaraz plucked his right ear with a finger, flinching after the impact.

"Blah, blah. This woman needs to be married off quickly, so she can eat her husband's head." He spoke making a face, then banged the doors of the wardrobe.

Dania and Kriti were both sparkling eyed as they walked into the hall. Feeling like a star amongst the real celebrities. They were few other famous actors and actresses. Kriti pointed at a tall muscular man with a chevron moustache, - "Akshay Makwana. Your favourite."

Dania gasped, - "But he is Sarfaraz's rival, he is here too?"

"I told you; all these rivals and lovers are just show-bazi in Bollywood." Kriti murmured. Both eyeing the dashing actor.

"Should we ask for autograph." Kriti held Dania's hands. She nodded at first, then straightened, moving her gaze from him.

"Act normal. Else, they will be suspicious. First, let's make you meet Sarfaraz."

"Aww." Kriti pinched her cheek, and side hugged her tightly, - "You are the best."

As they maneuverer around the party, two three sleazy men already approached them. Somehow, they managed to trail them off. They spotted Fareeha in the crowd, and carefully began to dodge her.

"How are we going to get to Sarfaraz, he isn't here." Kriti pouted sadly.

Dania tugged on her forearm, - "He isn't here. Come, his suite—10."

Kriti's jaw dropped.

Dania found Fareeha with few girls, chatting and drinking juice. Her ethnic clutch purse on the counter. She stealthily moved through the crowd and stood close to her purse. Dania called the bar-tender and ordered a drink to not look suspicious. Cautiously, she flicked the purse open and dipped her hand inside. Kriti watched her friend with batted breath, clasping her fingers tightly and made silent prayers.

"What is this, pagal girl doing?" Her nervousness turned into a smile, when Dania shoved the key- card into her purse. Swiftly, she gulped her drink and turned. The girls made eye-contact, Dania did a little shoulder shake with a wide grin showing off her pearly whites. She hurried to Kriti and the two girls embraced each other tightly.

"What is your plan?"

"Come with me." Dania clenched her hand and dragged her shy friend with her.

It was a wild guess, that Fareeha would have Sarfaraz's key-card, and it worked in her favour. Dania checked the key—card in her hand; suite 10. With their breaths stuck to their chest, they held each other's hand silently motivating each other.

How was the Chapter, my lovelies!!! Next is the flimy fall and stare scene *_* Are you all excited? Drop your thoughts in plenty in the comments. It will motivate me tons. 

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