Haya and I have been great friends since we were in grade 4. She is a twenty-three years old sister of two elder brothers, Zain and Haris belong to a very rich family. Her parents Mr and Mrs. Hassan Khan run a great construction business in UK therefore they mostly stay out of country but right now they are staying in Karachi for Haya's wedding. Zain is twenty-five years old handsome young gentleman studying Chartered Accounting here (and I personally like this man from head to toe, I don't know why). Haris is married to a beautiful woman Sana and has two twin daughters Maria and Amna.

Although my mom raised me up alone because my father died of cancer when I was 2 years old. Still, Haya and her family are the second thing I can think of whenever I feel I need some help with any stuff (my mom is my first choice obviously) . All those twenty-two years of my life passed searching for a true love but unfortunately I'm not lucky yet. But when I look at Haya being so happy and so mad in love with her fiance Hamad, I've realized that love is something or maybe the only thing that makes your life worth living. Someday when I fall in love, I don't know about him but I will definitely love him to the moon an back.

A smile appears on my lips as I enter "The Hassan Khan's House". The entire house is decorated with golden lights and long flower ribbons. After sharing greetings with Mrs. Hassan, I quickly rush towards Haya's room. As I open the door,  I find my dearest friend sitting on her white comfy bed in just T-shirt and pajamas, her both hands are crossed on her knees and her eyes are closed.

"Happy birthday! " I say as I walk towards her bed and hug her.

"Seriously? " she replies sarcastically, her eyes wide open with anger and disappointment. "I am the one who is getting married, and instead YOU have started to forget things, Saba! "

"I'm so sorry, okay? I don't know how I forgot such an important day. " I reply sadly and I do mean it.

"Bla! Bla! Bla! " is all Haya can say.

We spend two hours talking and teasing each other. And by God's will, finally a thought clicks my mind that it's almost 11:30.

"Oh my gosh! Mom's gonna kill me! " I say as I glance a look at my watch and stand up immediately.

"It's okay, calm down!  I'll ask Zain, he will drop you. " Haya offers. As much as I would love to say yes, I can't.

"No,  it's fine. I have my car." I reply with a smile. At this moment, I really wish I didnot have my car here. I would love to have Zain drive me home. At least I would get to know him.

"It's late already,  I can't let you go alone. Your mom will kill me and people will be attending my funeral rather than attending my wedding. " Haya says and then call out for Zain.

After five minutes, this handsome guy is standing in front of me in black shirt and shorts, his cellphone is in his hands.  He types something on his phone and then looks up at us. His eyes catches mine and before I can collapse, I hold my breath and tightly close my fists.

"Hey, Saba! " he says softly . His eyes are shining so brightly, making me fight for either to lose my senses or take hold of my senses.

"Hi. " I reply with a shaky breath as if I am talking to Harry Potter. I think I won't feel this type of crazy even when I meet Harry Potter at all! 

"Can you drop her home in her car and then ask driver to pick you up?  It's late, I don't want her to go with the driver. " Haya calmly asks her brother and he admits to take me home.

He admits.
Yes!

"Bye. " I give Haya a warm hug and after realizing that Zain has been smiling at me for I don't know what reason, I walk outside her house, smiling or probably blushing, hoping to have a good time.

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