---Atif's POV ---

I was busy working on something when someone knocked on my door.

"Come in!" I said.

"Hey," Inaya said.

I recognized her voice right away and looked up.

"Hey. Come and sit," I said putting my stuff away.

"So apparently you got married," she said.

"Relax babe. It's not she means anything to me," I said.

"Better not. So when will you divorce her?" She asked.

"Not so soon, but eventually. Plus by-law we have to be married for a year," I said.

"Ugh! Whatever. Just promise me you won't love her," she said.

"I don't see myself being able to love her," I said.

"Good," she said.

And as she was also a co-worker we got to work on the biggest presentation I had to give.

----Shehry's POV ----
"Kuri de gai jawab tod ke (x2)
Kehndi mera fiancé l.A aa.
Koi sohni jahi mili ta daseo....(x2)
Pehli shad gai yaar hun vehle aa..," I sang along to the radio.

But it's true. The girl I was with just told me that her fiancé was in LA and so technically, yaar hun vehle aa.

I parked my car and got out. I had to pick up some stuff for dinner.

I was looking around and had to do a double take.

Ok, she's beautiful!

How can I make conversation with her?

I went and reached for whatever she was about to reach.

"Oh. Sorry, go ahead," I said.

"Thank you," she said.

"These are my guilty pleasure," I said.

"Same! I know it's bad for you, but I can't help it," she said.

"Agreed," I said.

What the hell is this even? I have no idea!

"I'm Nida, by the way," she said.

"Shehry," I said.

"Well, I'll see you around," she said.

"Sure," I said.

"Bye," she said and left.

I put the packet away after she left. Not going to buy something that I have no idea in what it even is.