This Chapter is Dedicated to my wonderful friend Anupriya 

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'Wow! Appi.' Saba complimented as she stepped out of the bathroom. Sana looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled. She turned around and beamed at her sister. Saba removed the towel from her head and complimented Sana's black and orange Patiala suit. Sana wondered what was so amazing in the dress, it barely had any designs except for some work on the neckline. Otherwise, it was a plain black Kurtha and orange Patiala pant. The dupatta was plain orange with black borders.

'Keep it on one side. Don't leave it open.' Saba suggested when she found Sana was unable to decide what to do with the dupatta.

'Hmm. Good idea.' Sana turned to look at her sister and frowned at seeing her still wearing only a towel.

'What happened?' Sana asked.

Saba sighed checking the cupboard, - 'I have nothing to wear.' She whined, and Sana's mouth dropped.

'But just today we shopped so much.' Sana pointed out. Saba turned to face her sister and placed her palms on her hips.

'But they are for the wedding. I have nothing to wear for the Dinner party.' Saba said seriously. Sana shook her head and asked her to take something, anything from her clothes.

'Wow!' Saba exclaimed and hurried towards her sister. Before, Sana knew it she was engulfed in a tight hug by Saba.

'Thank you, Appi. You are the best.' She gushed hugging her tightly. Sana held her and patted her back. Saba parted only when her sister reminded her that they are getting late.

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Sana wore a small umbrella Jhumkas and was adjusting it when Saba came from nowhere and began whining. She wanted to use the mirror.

'Just a second.' Sana replied applying Kohl in her eyes. Then, she turned her head and looked at Saba. She had chosen ink blue high slit long Kurthi which was Sana's and matched it with Denim that was her own. The Kurthi had elaborate golden work on the neckline and at the hem of the long sleeves.

'I am looking stunning, right?' Saba grinned at her sister.

'Yes.' Sana complimented her.

'Pass me that blood red lip gloss.'

'That is mine.' Sana raised her eyebrow.

'So?' Saba shrugged. Sana smiled and passed her the lip gloss. Then, she quickly applied a nude lip gloss and combed her hair. Saba helped her part the hair from the middle and pin it on either side.

'Thanks.' Sana smiled, and Saba smiled widely.

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Sana sat quietly in the backseat while Saba chattered with Mrs. Shah and Mr. Shah drove them to the destination. Sana fidgeted with the hem of her dupatta as she walked with her family towards the main gate.

'What the hell is this idiot doing here?' Saba made a grumpy face. Sana looked at the gate and groaned inwardly upon seeing Ramiz. He was dressed in traditional Ink blue Kurtha and Pajama with a white waistcoat. He along with their other cousin brother welcomed the guests.

'Great he and I are color coordinated.' Saba whispered bitterly.

Sana grinned. 'Noticing much.' She nudged her sister. Saba looked at her, aghast.

'Are you crazy.' - She made a face, - 'Yuck.'

Sana giggled.

'He-Hey.' Ramiz greeted Sana with a smile. Reluctantly, Sana smiled back. Saba felt offended when he doesn't even acknowledge her. Before Ramiz could speak more, Sana held Saba's wrist and dragged her.

Sana admired the dolled-up bungalow. The tiny beautiful blue and white lights enhanced the beauty of the bungalow. Even the garden area was brightly lit. Sana felt proud that Daanish had supervised everything. Saba wondered why Sana was grinning but doesn't point out.

Sana paused letting Saba and her parents walk ahead. She spotted Daanish at the door. He too was dressed traditionally but compared to others he looked stunning in grey kurtha and white churidar pajama. Sana stood still as she admired him welcoming the guests into the house. Suddenly, Saba appeared out of nowhere and held Sana's arm. She looked away from Daanish and at her sister. Saba dragged her towards the main door.

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Sana tried hiding among the crowd, but she was spotted by Daanish. Their gaze met, and she noticed his smile disappear. It was just split seconds before Daanish began smiling again. Sana kept looking at him as she entered the house. She looked front only when they entered the house. Sana and Saba both left their mother with the Aunty gang and together left to Alishba's room. Her room was overcrowded with many women and kids. Sana envied how effortlessly Saba interacted with strangers. Sana always had trouble striking conversations with people. Except for a few people. And Daanish was one of them.

Damn!

'Hello, Aunty.' Sana's reverie broke when someone called her, a tiny voice. She lowered her head and found a familiar young girl smiling at her.

'Hello.' Sana smiled back.

'Remember me? Misha?' The girl pointed an index finger at her chest. Sana recollected her instantly but also recollected she was supposed to make the little girl a dress too. In her heart, Sana hoped she doesn't remember that part.

'Have you made a dress for me too?' The girl blinked cutely at her. Sana inwardly groaned. As she was formulating an excuse in her head, Misha's mother, Tara came. They greeted each other, and she asked Misha to behave.

'Arey, why are you troubling Didi? The dress your mother has got for you is amazing.' Tara said brightly. Sana was relieved to see Misha distracted.

'So, have you hired a wedding planner or someone?' Saba asked Alishba. The two sisters Saba and Sana sat on either side of Alishba. There are few other girls on the bed with them.

'Yes.' Alishba said brightly.

'They will arrange everything in Bali?' Sana inquired shifting little and facing her best friend.

Alishba nodded.

'She is the best. Aleesa Riad Ali. She is costly, yes, but she is still the best.' Alishba said with pride. Sana smiled noticing the happy glint in her hazel eyes. The other girls began complimenting her and Alishba beamed at everyone.

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At Dinner, everyone queued and were served by butlers. The food was in huge vessels placed on low flames and butlers dressed in white shirt, black pants, and black bow-tie served everyone. There was a nameplate in front of every vessel. All this was arranged in Ali's garage. Surprisingly the garage didn't look like their garage at all. Sana was impressed, and she felt proud of Daanish's dedication even more. He was such a responsible fellow.

Sana happily took some Tandoori Rotis and mutton korma along with some pasta and salad. Saba opted for chicken biryani instead. Looking at her sister's plate, Sana wondered how much biryani someone can eat. After getting their food Sana and Saba looked for empty seats. Mostly all the white and blue plastic chairs were occupied. After a few minutes of searching, Saba spotted an empty seat and without thinking, she leaped and sat on it. Then, she recollected about Sana and was about to stand but Sana refused.

'It is Okay.' Sana said.

'Are you sure, Appi?' Saba asked. She looked guilty. Sana blinked and smiled at her.

'Hey.' Sana turned her head when she heard a masculine voice. Inwardly, she rolled her eyes on seeing Ramiz smiling at her. 'What happened? No seat?' Ramiz asked. Sana mentally facepalmed.

Obviously!

'Yeah, but I am fine.'

'Arey, no. Let me help you please.' Ramiz sounded excited.

No, please!

Ramiz doesn't listen to Sana's protest as he began looking around. 'You are my guest and I can't let you stand.' He kept insisting with a sweet smile. Sana sighed. Her hand was hurting by just standing and carrying the plate. Ramiz extended his hand but before he could hold hers Sana moved her hand away.

They exchanged awkward smiles. Few futile minutes later, when Sana noticed Ramiz busy and found this perfect chance to escape. Quickly, she turned around and dashed into someone. The little of the Mutton korma fell on the person's grey Kurtha.

Shit! Sana gasped.

She looked up at familiar hazel eyes. The stunned eyes stared back at her from behind the sexy glasses. Daanish! Sana moved her gaze down and her eyes widened on seeing a huge gravy stain on the right side of his chest. Sana mentally slapped her forehead.

'Arey, Bhai.' Ramiz stood beside Sana. Daanish's stunned expressions changed into a stern look as he looked at the two. Ramiz's shoulder brushed against Sana's and she noticed Daanish's expression change a little. She was confused about the reaction, but she wasn't worried about that. She looked back at the stain.

'Oh, God that is huge.' Ramiz exclaimed, and Sana felt guilty.

'I am sorry, Daanish.' Sana squeaked. Quickly, she took the tissue paper from under her plate and forwarded it to him. 'Here.' She said. Daanish glared at the tissue paper and then glared at Ramiz and Sana before turning around and walking away.

Huh!

'Strange.'- Ramiz said and Sana turned her head to look at him, he scratched his head, - 'Bhai never behaved this way.' He said. Sana looked front and stared at Daanish walking away. She knew why he was behaving this way. She has made him so upset. 

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Uh-Oh! Daanish's mood spoilt *giggles*

So, guys, how was the Chapter? Noticing the changes in Daanish? I wonder what is the reason *evil grin* 

Drop your thoughts in the comments, please *smiles* and Stay tuned to find out what happens next *smiles some more*