"Why would she misunderstand me as her mother?" The question hadn't left my mind from the minute she had uttered those words.

"Aachal! She is three-year kid, what do you expect from her?" Diya shook her head, grabbing a magazine from the collection of my novels. "Kids trust people easily. They aren't that smart to find logic behind things."

"But there should be something... right?" I shrugged my shoulder. "She had full faith in her dad's narration. How she would believe I was her mother? When she thought, her mother was having a mission assigned by God?" I couldn't wrap my mind around it.

"I think... you need to forget her. It isn't like you are going to meet her." Her those words made my heart to crush into pieces. "Okay, though you would love to but it's highly not possible and second," she kept the magazine back on its place. "We need to meet the clients, they are very important one." She stood from the couch. "We can't miss the deal." She uttered shifting my mind from the innocent girl.

"You are correct!" I nodded, she grinned at me.

"I was born with smartness." I shook my head at her remark.

It was difficult to convince my parents that I would restart with my wedding planning. From past one year, after me shifting with Mayur. Diya was managing the company on my behalf. We had started the company as co-partner. Been best friends from school days and having same set of interest. We had planned our future on the same path but my direction had changed after arrival of Mayur. He had become the most important part of my life and for that I had left my dream behind. I had planned a wonderful future with him but destiny that some other plans, stealing him away from me.

"Here we go!" Diya announced bringing me out of my thoughts. I stood from her scooty, glancing at very familiar building. From the past one year, I had visited it only once. I straightened myself as the nostalgic memory flashed in my brain.

"You will be more overwhelmed with the interior." She commented passing by me and opening our small office under the ground floor of the building. From our saving and arranging a small amount of loan, we were able to grab a small portion of the building as our office. Our small investment and our five years of hard-work had earned us high reputation in the field of wedding-planner.

Our decision was questioned a lot. When peers of our age were interested in medical and engineering, as mentioned by our elder, scope was high. We chose a career that had no future. Maybe in years to come but it wasn't that famous at the age we had decided it to be our future. We were stepping into a field that had to be explored. Very few ended up on the path and result wasn't exceptional.

As I took a step forward, our struggles, our hardship kept flashing in my mind. Maybe in the past one year, I had forgotten my passion. My love to make our company reach the heights. Not because I wanted to accomplish my name but rather I aspired for the upcoming youth to have courage to dream. I wanted to set an example for them that having the passion and stubbornness to never give up could provide success.

"Are you going to take entire day!" I could sense her nervousness as she yelled from inside. She had planned something for my new beginning. I felt delighted at each step I took towards our dream. Maybe distracting from the pain was necessary for my survival. I needed to live not for myself than for the kid shaping inside me. And for that I needed to distance myself from the pain. Distance myself from the bruise Mayur gifted me.

My hand touched the cold metal, a shiver running down my spirit. I was walking back into the life that I had abandoned after Mayur's arrival. It wasn't that he asked me for... but situation demanded it from me. I wanted to help her with his dream and so I abandoned mine. But I hadn't realised it importance till I stood on the very familiar door. I had often argued with my mother that marriage or love won't force me to sacrifice my dream but it had at the end. Women were forced to sacrifice their dream after marriage whether it was done intentionally or unintentionally.

But I hadn't valued my dream over my relationship. I never described myself as goal-oriented woman. I preferred love above status and goals. Unknowingly my decision to walk from my previous life had made me dependent on Mayur. That was the reason his loss affected me to the deepest corner. I had made him the reason of my existence and that was shattering me down when he wasn't beside me. I had lose my identity, he had become my identity and that was further breaking me in numerous pieces.

As I brushed the thought and took a step inside. I inhaled deeply, my eyes glancing at everything, resting over it a minute later, rewinding the memories I had with it. Diya hadn't change a thing. Every object was on its place as I had left it. The view before my eyes didn't convey I had visited it after a year of disappearance.

"Nothing had change..." I whispered, resting my eyes on the huge desk in the centre having two chairs as a head. "It seems like time had stop." My eyes slowly darting to the soul offering me with a beautiful smile. "This place makes me believe nothing had changed..." I couldn't hide my grief in those words because I knew it wasn't the truth. Everything had changed! Nothing would be the same.

Her orbs soften before she shook her head to offer me a smile. "Come on! I had promise you," she passed me a smile. "This place will wait for you, may it take days, months or years." She repeated those words, making me to stare at her in adoration. "We had dreamed it together... this is our heaven and that's going to stay the same." She said pointing at our wonderland. A place that provided us with joy. A job that never was a burden to us and never will.

"Okay, we better start with our work." I announced brushing the tears away.

She rolled her eyes at my comment. "I was lacking the determination." She confessed following me towards the two arm chair. I slowly caressed the hard texture, I couldn't believe I was back to myself. I would be always proud of Miss Aachal Das. The girl who dared to dream and had courage to fight with the world for it. I never knew love could change someone to that extreme but maybe it was just those responsibility that had turned me mature but at the corner made me loose the inner-kid. The one who wasn't scared of dreaming, taking risks.

"I missed this..." I muttered to myself.

"This place missed you as well... and I the most." I giggled, staring at her with brimming tears.

"I too..." she pulled me into a solid hug. I missed her! I missed our sleepless night, working to perfect our preparation. I missed her frequent worries about the upcoming events. I missed our arguments on meaningless topic. I missed our passion for making our job perfect. I missed our fantasy on planning our wedding just like the one we planned for others. I missed every part of our friendship! I missed her the most!

"If I knew relationship could take me so away from you, I might had never approved of him." She grumbled and I forgot to mention that I missed the inner-child in her that could be glanced by very few.

We heard a knock shattering us and pulling us away. We widen our eyes at each other, brushing our tears off. Diya was the one to pull herself together and mask a smile at our guest. "Come in..." she welcomed them. "We had been waiting for you both..." indicating they were our client.

I wiped my tears off and turned to glance at the visitor, pressing a beautiful smile. My eyes widen in horror as I keenly observed our beloved-guests. The same rude, arrogant pair stood before me. The lady wearing elegant, small sheet of cloth that could hardly cover her body. Her feature upright, head held high up in pride. Her black set of orbs spying at each subject in our office. As if examining it, if it was up-to her standard. I couldn't believe such brand conscious female had choose us as her wedding planner.

Wait! Wedding planner? My eyes drifted to the male standing beside her. His cold exterior wrapped into black layer of professional attire. He was perfect not a piece of cloth out of its place. His set of black, round orbs reminding me of the princess I met last night. But he wasn't like that innocent figure, he seemed cruel and dangerous. His uninterested orbs glancing at the surrounding and slowly coming to rest on me. A glint of emotion sparkling in the emotionless orbs but soon disappearing in the black ocean.

"Oh! Miss... Kidnapper? Never thought your part-time job was Wedding Planner." A mocking smile playing on her lip as she surveyed each corner of our office. Taking a calculated step towards the desk. I could feel confused stare from Diya planted at my direction but I ignored it. Not desiring to answer the numerous question shaping in her mind.

"Impressed! Maybe you have some sense in designing." She came and stood in front of the chair. Diya moved her eyes from me offering her a fake smile.

"Thanks ma'am, please have a seat." I was still trying to register the scene happening before me. Such a glamorous human, coming from high profile world was standing before us. Their clothes and attitude shouted they were proud about the amount of income they earned monthly.

"Sir you too..." she requested the man still rooted on the entrance. My eyes drifted towards the person. He darted his gaze from me walking into the office.

Diya nudged my shoulder softly, "you need to answer my question as soon they leave." With that warning she pressed a smile at our guest, having a seat. I grabbed myself together, determined to act professional.

I grabbed my arm chair concentrating on Diya who was initiating the conversation. "We are glad that you chose us as your wedding planner." She passed her professional smile. They both were full with pride to offer her the smile back but she wasn't offended after years of working with different type of client, we got used with that attitude. "Hmm... I am Diya Rao and this is Aachal Das..."

After years of experience I had concluded there were three types of couple. One, who were madly and deeply in love and second, who hated the existence of each-other. And the couple sitting before me came under third category, they were together for sake of convenience. Such couple treated marriage as a business deal. No feelings involved!

"What kind of interior would you want?" And Diya went on showcasing different design while the lady kept rejecting it. The dangerous guy was deeply engrossed in his cell. He was physically present but emotionally absent.

"Oh! My! I should had known, you had nothing up to my taste." She groaned glaring at us. "Hejal, was simply blabbering your name." She rolled her eyes, leaning in the arm chair. "Even this chair isn't my taste, here everything is so cheap." Revulsion visible in those words.

I took in a deep breath. The job yelled for deep level of patience and never to take things personal. Owning a cold heart wasn't in my nature. I was a sensitive human. But years of work had shaped me to be a better version of myself.

"We have different types of client and need to take into account of the choices of each individual." I muttered, pulling their attention to me. Removing a file from the collection, I offered her to glance at it. "Hejal was one of our best client." I informed, "have a look... you might find something of your taste." It rolled out rude than I was aspiring. Her piercing orbs planted on me but soon she concentrated back on the magazine before her.

But my rude remark had earned attention from the guy sitting beside her. "Sorry to disturb... but Hejal hadn't introduce your name to us." Diya hesitated as she voiced her confusion.

The lady rolled her eyes while I shifted my gaze on the man. "I am Anaya Kapoor," not darting her gaze from the magazine. Her ignorance wasn't fitting well with me. I calmed myself, trying to act with patience. Sometimes certain client could trigger me. "A well know personality in fashion world. But maybe you both are far away from it." Her eyes spying our dress and shaking her head in disbelief.

"He is Shlok Oberio," she introduced. Her eyes raising to spare us a glance. "The owner of Oberio Enterprises." Staring at us with a revulsion look. "The man is known world-wide." I narrowed my eyes at her cocky self. She was so full of herself.

"Oberio? Shlok Oberio?" Diya stammered as she sounded unbelievable. "Oh! My!" her eyes widening in horror. "I never thought, I could meet you for real." The scene before me was for real? Diya was having a fan moment? I couldn't believe my eyes. The Diya I knew had hardly admired someone to that extreme. She was trying hard to maintain her professional self.

But the human she was admiring was least interested to spare her a glance. "Hmm... are the collection fine?" I inquired, staring at Anaya.

She pulled her lip together before darting her gaze from the magazine. "Some pieces are fine, but I would like to do some improvement." She suggested sounding more professional. I nodded allowing her to continue, "it's going to be destination wedding." She informed making me to glance at Diya with surprise.

"They had informed it?" I inquired. She gave me a slight nod. I glared at my friend. "Where?"

"Kerala." I widen my eyes in horror. And we were going to stay a week in Kerala? I offered her, "I am going to kill you" look.

"So... yeah the surrounding over there is quiet cold this time of the year." She paused recollecting her information. "So, this interior would be fine..." she muttered, sparing a glance at Mr Oberio. "And about our wedding attire, please suggest something warmer. A luxury, embroidered lehenga won't be much messier... Yes, we will go with it as well... and..." she was going to continue but the man beside her speak for the first time.

"Make it a point that the resort we are going to stay in has the mountain view. And had the facility to warm the inside." He demanded, his eyes darting from me to Diya. She gave a slight nod.

"What about the sangeet function?" And the conversation kept moving.