You are sitting in front of the love of your life in a cafe.

Snow is falling outside and you want to dance under those soft white flakes along with your partner.

The weather has intentionally become quite romantic.

You are looking into his eyes and he is looking into yours.

His gorgeous black eyes are repeating the same phrase, "I love you".

But...

Your brother is sitting beside you.

Now scratch all the romance from this situation.

This is what Qainaat was feeling.

When she looks straight, her heart blossoms with love. When she looks to her left, all the blossoming love runs away.

Over the top Zahra and Zania were sitting in a far corner and giggling at the scene.

It's been ten minutes but no one spoke a word. Qaran was continuously glaring at him, the love of her life.

Ahsan... Ahsan Ali Khan.

"Qainaat, will you please join Zahra and Zania?"

What she could say?

That I won't leave my lover. I don't want you to scare him anymore. If you scared him I will forcefully get you married to Zahra. I will make you watch the scariest movies. I will burn all your clothes.

But she knew if she even dared to utter these words Qaran will take no time in cutting her beautiful long hair, just like he once did in their childhood.

Yeah, for sake of her long hair she nodded and left.

Haw! She chose her hair over her love.

Ahsan wanted to run away from there. If he had an ounce of the idea that his Qaina's brother will be this much dangerous he would have brought his elder brother as well. But now when he has stepped on the battlefield without weapons, no problem, he will fight. For his love.

"So what about your studies and career?"

"Umm... I am doing PhD in fine arts from the same campus as Qaina, I mean Qainaat. And I am planning to opt for the profession of Fine Arts professor as well as open my art gallery."

Passionate.

"Family?"

"I am an adopted child. My foster parents are no more. I have an elder brother, who is my only family. For the rest of the family, I am not so welcomed."

Truthful.

"What's your foster family's background?"

"I think it doesn't define my character or personality. So I believe there is no need for me to tell that."

Straightforward.

Qaran was impressed, would be an understatement. He was beyond happy for his sister. She chose a right guy for herself.

His sister, who was mourning over her broken fate sitting at a far corner.

"Qainaat, tell me one thing. When did this Ahsan guy happened in your life?" Zania asked.

"When you were busy with your French classes."

"Oh, so you used to meet him when I would be busy attending French classes.

"Exactly."

"Aapi, you should have come to London a little earlier. If you were here then she wouldn't have got chance to do it"

"Zania, love isn't a crime," Zahra argued.

"But for a girl who is forcing her brother to marry someone who is like a sister to him, is a criminal in the eyes of love. Oho! Now I understood why you are so eager to get Qaran hitched. So that you can marry Ahsan. Mean sister!"

"Zania, don't overreact. I want him to marry Zahra because they would make a good couple."

"And how you know that? Are you any astronomer?"

"First of all, it's astrologist, not astronomer. And secondly, it's your sister I am talking about, don't you want her to be happily married."

Now it triggered Zania.

Is she becoming selfish? Is she choosing her happiness over her sister's?

Her mischievous mood turned gloomy.

Zahra sensed it and tried to divert the topic to not make the situation worse.

"Qainaat, actually I think Qaran already likes someone else," Zahra told the same story which she had pasted on Zania's mind.

"Really?" Qainaat was kind of stunned. "My decent Bhai turned out to be the successor of Ranjha, Mirza and Mehwal."

"Now who's sister is walking on footnotes of Heer, Sahiba and Sohni, this is nothing for him." Zania taunted her.

"Zania, it's rude." Zahra negotiated.

"It's not rude, it's called Tit for Tat."

"Zania, I haven't snatched your lover that you are acting so rude."

"Not lover, but you are snatching something for sure."

Before this argument could go any further serious they saw Ahsan leaving.

What happened that he left without meeting Qainaat? Qaran rejected him?

Qaran came to them with a blank look.

"What happened, Bhai?"

"Qainaat, he isn't good."

"But-"

"He is the best!" Qaran smiled.

As these words left his mouth, Qainaat hugged him all while jumping in happiness.

So yeah, Qainaat and Ahsan will be soon officially declared "Qaihsan".

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It was a day when all the food present in this world was mourning over the injustice Qainaat did with their fellows. Qainaat's mother, Afifa, was ready to get a heart attack at the terrific scene Qainaat created in the kitchen. While Zahra and Zania had their mouths agape.

Qaran came out of his room. It was one of those rare days when Qainaat and Zania didn't create hullabaloo in the house through their silly arguments.

He entered the kitchen. All the ladies of the house were present there and their kitchen was looking no less than the battlefield of Panipat.

"What's happening here?"

"Bhai, I am cooking for lunch."

"Why?"

"Because Mamu has invited Ahsan over lunch," Zahra replied.

"Then what have you cooked, Qainaat?"

Qainaat excitedly picked a bowl and put it in front of him. Qaran couldn't say what it exactly was, maybe a pudding.

"What is it?"

"It's ice cream," Zania replied.

"But why it's melted, not frozen?"

"Because it's Hot ice cream," Zahra answered suppressing her laughter.

"What? Hot, that too ice cream?" Qaran was genuinely baffled at his sister's genius mind.

"Qaran Bhai, this is nothing. Just look at the Kheer Qainaat has cooked." Zahra forwarded another bowl.

It wasn't a rice pudding, for sure.

"Where is milk? It's only rice."

"Bhai, it's Milkless Kheer?"

"But Qainaat, we can't cook Kheer without milk."

"Bhai, if we can cook an eggless cake, then why can't we cook Milkless Kheer."

"Qaran, let it go. It's Qainaat you are talking to." Well, Zania had a point.

The doorbell rang which immediately caught Qainaat's attention.

"I think it's Ahsan. I am going to welcome him."

She ran to the main door.

Excited.

Nervous.

Shy.

And what not?

But as she opened the door, all her excitement flew out of window looking at the person standing in front of her.

"YOU!!!" Her angry voice echoed in the whole Raazdani house.

What was he doing there?

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Cliffhanger!
I'll try to update soon.