'Oh No, 14th Feb.' Siham said sadly. She sat beside Mehran looking upset.

'What happened?' he asked her concerned. She looked at him and sighed sadly

'I will be going to Paris then, for one week. It's a huge project.' She said. Mehran smiled and held her hand.

'I will send you loads of pictures and videos.' Mehran assured her.

'Yes, please.' She smiled. Mehran smiled too and side hugged her. He will miss her being with him at the wedding, his only best friend's wedding. But then, this project is very important for her career and Mehran had never wanted, nor ever would want her career to be affected by him.

'I will be there too.' Mehran and Siham jumped apart hearing a voice. Amreen stood at the door with a broad smile, her eyes twinkling. Mehran sighed rolling his eyes, while Siham looked excited to see her here.

'Choti, you aren't coming.' Mehran said

'Why not?' Amreen argued, her chin held high. 'I and Junaid will come and Siham, don't trust this Buddhu with photos and videos. He will be busy gorging wedding food.' Amreen said. Mehran glared at his little sister, seeing his expressions Amreen and Siham both began to chuckle. Looking at them laugh, Mehran smiled too.

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1st Feb 2017, Umaira's plane landed in the airport. She was disappointed that Ibrahim couldn't come with her. He has back to back meeting this whole month. And for one week he will be going off to Paris. Ibrahim was guilty, but he couldn't help it; being sole heir to such huge textile empire he is neck deep in work.

But this wedding is very important for Umaira and so she took one month holiday. Taking one month holiday in the fashion magazine where she works is next to impossible but her bosses were super impressed with her work at Milan fashion week that they happily let her take one month holiday.

Umaira at first was happy and excited but knowing Ibrahim won't be accompanying her, her excitement died a little. She wheeled her trolley exiting the airport. Since, she is staying for one month she has gotten more luggage with her than last time. Also, as it is Shaadi ka Ghar she has gotten gifts for everyone. She looked around hoping to find her parents but instead a tall slim girl rushed towards her. Her waist length hair open and resting on side of her shoulder, she wore green long Tee and white long skirt. Umaira didn't recognize her at first but after the girl broke the hug and looked at Umaira, did she notice the black mole in the corner of her upper lip.

'Huma!' Umaira squealed happily.

'Kamini!' The two women hugged each other, clenching each other tightly. On the way to Umaira's home, Huma informed that engagement will be held day after tomorrow and one week later is her Haldi, Mehendi, Sangeet and Wedding in Goa. Umaira is very excited for the Goa trip. 'Shop for some bikinis baby.' Huma said happily. Umaira nodded. She had always wanted to wear Bikini, but couldn't. Thanks to being in Milan and secondly, Ibrahim didn't approve of her wearing such revealing clothes. Now, with no Ibrahim, and going to Goa, she is excited to wear one. Hopefully, her parents don't see her in one.

At home, Umaira's parents are very happy to see Huma and Umaira together. Both being maternal first cousins were very close as kids, always together. More than cousins they were friends, best friends. Then as teens, Huma's parents shifted to Bangalore and they got cut. At first, they spoke via landline and mail, but over time and with everyone moving on in their own busy lives their talks got lesser and lesser, eventually they lost contact.

Umaira's mother forced Huma to have lunch with them. Huma protested but gave in when both Umaira and her mother forced her. After lunch the two women retire to Umaira's room.

'Be free tomorrow, we are going shopping.' Huma said as she fell on the bed, flat on her back. Umaira agreed and dropped next to her. The two sisters stared up at the ceiling silently. Minutes later, Huma turned her head and looked at Umaira, she turned her head and looked at her cousin as well.

'How are you babes?' Huma asked smiling slightly. Umaira smiled sadly realizing how much things changed since last, she had a heart to heart talk with her once bff cum cousin. They turned to their sides and started talking- heart to heart talk.

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Mehran sat in the back seat of his Audi reading newspaper. His driver, Ramu drove the car. His car came to sudden halt, Mehran is thrown front. Something hit the back of his car. Mehran looked around alarmed.

'Ramu...what happened?' he asked

'Sorry.... sorry.... sir...sorry...' Ramu said leaping out from the car.

'Hey! Are you blind. Moron.' Mehran heard a woman's screeching voice hurling abuses at them. Mehran clumsily folded the newspaper and climbed down the car. He saw a scooter turned over, it carried some shopping bags and a woman sitting on the road massaging her ankle, her long wavy hair covered her face. He looked at another woman with waist length hair arguing with Ramu in loud voice.

'Hey...are you fine?' Mehran asked the woman sitting on the ground. He kneeled and placed his palm on her shoulder. Mehran realized who the woman is and his heart skipped a beat.