'Mehran drop Umaira to her place.' Siham suggested as the cab halted in front of their hotel.

'No! I will be fine.' Umaira interrupted. Siham rolled her eyes

'No ways, Mehran be a gentleman and drop her home.' Siham ordered. Before either of them could say or protest Siham climbed down the car. Mehran who sat at the passenger seat beside the driver looked up into the rear-view mirror and saw Umaira shift in her seat looking slightly disturbed.

A part of Mehran is glad he will be getting more time with Umaira before he leaves to India tomorrow and another part is restless because he is getting to spend more time with Umaira.

'Here.' Umaira asked the cab driver to halt the car in front of the apartments where she stays. Avoiding Mehran's gaze, she quickly opened the door.

'Good ni....'Mehran couldn't complete his sentence as Umaira had already leaped out from the cab and is walking into the gate of her apartments. In hurry, she forgot her camera bag.

Mehran sighed sadly and sat back in his seat. The cab driver adjusted the rear-view mirror and noticed the bag.

'Sir, Maam has left her bag.' Mehran turned around and saw the bag. Mehran asked the driver to wait for some time while he goes and gives her the bag.

'What is wrong, Honey. Please tell me, you are scaring me.' Ibrahim panicked sitting beside a crying Umaira.

As soon as Umaira came into her flat, she couldn't stop her tears and broke down crying. Ibrahim had been on an important call. He dropped his phone and rushed to her. He held her shoulder and made her sit on the sofa in the living room. Even after asking so many times he couldn't get an answer from her. He wondered if something bad happened in the fashion show.

The door-bell rang and Ibrahim hesitantly left a sobbing Umaira and walked towards the door muttering curses under his breath. He opened the door, he frowned on seeing Mehran on the other side.

Oh so, he, is the reason Umaira is crying. He curled his fingers in a tight fist. Mehran didn't notice that.

'Here, Umaira forgot this in the ca....' Before he could complete his sentence, Ibrahim held his collar. Mehran is taken aback.

'Stay away from Umaira.' Ibrahim yelled angrily. Umaira flinched hearing his booming voice. She moved her face from behind her palm and looked up. Ibrahim is standing at the door.

'Excuse me, there is some mistake. I have come to give her this bag.' Mehran said calmly.

'You want to trouble Umaira and so are making such excuses. I know your dirty tricks.' Ibrahim bellowed. Slowly, Umaira stood up and walked towards the door.

'Ibrahim.' She exclaimed worried and hurried towards him. She is shocked to see Ibrahim holding Mehran by his collar. Ibrahim doesn't respond he kept murderously glaring at Mehran. Mehran's gaze met Umaira's and he felt numb.

'Ibrahim, leave him...' Umaira said worried, she placed her palm over Ibrahim's and tried to separate them. The neighbours started to peek from inside their homes.

Ibrahim doesn't care, he didn't leave Mehran's collar either. He is too angry, this man, standing before him is responsible for making the woman he loves, cry and he now he will not spare him.

'Please...Ibrahim...leave...him.' Umaira pleaded pulling his palm with full force. Ibrahim finally let's go but doesn't move his gaze from Mehran.

'Next time,' he took a step towards Mehran, Umaira held Ibrahim's arm to stop him from punching Mehran, 'if I see you anywhere near Umaira then you will have it from me.' he warned Mehran pointing his index finger at him. Mehran doesn't respond, he looked at Umaira.

She had fresh tears brimming in her eyes, her heart beating rapid with fear, for a minute she feared Ibrahim would have hit Mehran. Mehran lowered his head, tears welling up in his eyes as well. He blinked back his tears and dropped the bag. Umaira looked at the bag and realized why Mehran had been here. Without another word, Mehran turned around and walked away. Ibrahim kept glaring at him, Umaira felt guilty.

Mehran entered the elevator and smiled through his tears. Of course, he is upset seeing Umaira with another man but after tonight's encounter he realized Umaira has chosen a right man for her. Ibrahim loves her so much that he felt so angry just because he thought Mehran brought tears in her eyes. Mehran exhaled loudly and leaned against the elevator wall. He is happy for Umaira, because she is finally with a perfect man, a man who loves her more than anything or anyone, he loves her the way, Mehran couldn't. He wiped his tears with back of his fingers as he stepped out from the elevator.

'Ibrahim, what has gone into you?' Umaira said after she had made Ibrahim sit on the sofa and had him drink water, she sat on the arm set of the sofa.

'I am sorry Umaira, but if someone brings tears in your eyes. I will not spare him.' Ibrahim said angrily. His words were supposed to touch her heart, make it skip a beat and make her happy to have such caring and protective fiancé but the image of Ibrahim holding Mehran's collar and the thought of him not sparing Mehran made her feel scared. The thought of Mehran getting hurt frightened her. She shook her head and stood up. Ibrahim held her hand. Umaira closed her eyes tightly. Ibrahim stood up too and hugged her from behind. Umaira held her fists tightly. The image of Ibrahim holding Mehran's collar haunting her, the fury in his eyes when he had been glaring at Mehran, if she hadn't come there he would have surely hurt him.

'I am sorry, baby. I got carried away, but you know na how much I love you. I can't see you hurt.' Ibrahim said softly. Umaira relaxed little in his embrace. Ibrahim isn't at fault here, he is just caring for her. Umaira is annoyed herself, why is the thought bothering her so much?

She moved his hand.

'My head is aching. I am going to sleep.' She said and without a backward glance or waiting for Ibrahim's response she walked into their room. Ibrahim stood there confused.

Umaira changed into her striped night suit and buried herself into the duvet covering herself completely. She placed her palm over her mouth and began crying again.