No Scripts Between Us

For a beat, they just stared at each other. The kind of stare that said a hundred things without a single word.

And then, she hugged him.

The room erupted.

Cameras clicked. Fans screamed. Social media exploded.

But in that moment, all Sehar could hear was the pounding of her heart and the warmth of his arms as they finally, finally wrapped around her.

And then she pulled back-just enough to lean forward and press a soft kiss to his cheek.

The screams turned deafening.

Hamza blinked, stunned. His cheeks flushed pink.

Sehar smiled up at him, her voice a whisper just for him. "Ab tou acting bhi nahi karni padi."

He chuckled, shyly. "Tumhein ab bhi yaad hai... woh last scene?"

She nodded. "Is baar acting nahi thi."

He looked at her for a long moment, then gently reached for her hand. Held it.

Not for the cameras.

Just for her.

*****

After the final curtain fell on the gala, the crowd slowly dispersed, still buzzing about the moment of the night-Sehar's hug, her kiss, the way Hamza had smiled afterward like he'd waited forever.

As they stepped out of the venue, a cool breeze swept over the marble stairs. Hamza, always a gentleman, walked ahead and opened the car door for Sehar.

She gave him a soft glance before sliding in. "Shukriya," she said quietly.

Hamza went around and took the driver's seat. As the car glided smoothly into the quiet streets of Karachi, city lights flickering past them, he spoke.

"Tum mere flat pe chalo," he said casually. "Waisay bhi main akela hota hoon."

Sehar looked at him, eyebrows raised slightly. "Flat pe?"

He nodded. "Bas thodi der baat karni thi. Aur safe bhi rahega. It's not like-" he paused, "-tum jaanti ho."

Sehar hesitated. "Par mujhe Ammi Abu se permission leni padegi."

Hamza glanced at her, then chuckled. "yar we are czns and best friends since childhood kiya masla hoga tumhy aur wese uska tumse zayada pyara bacha mai hun"

She gave him a look. "Zaroori hai lena. pyare bachy."

Hamza pulled the car to the side of the road. The soft hum of the engine filled the pause.

Then he said, "Theek hai. Main khud call karta hoon."

He took out his phone from his pocket, scrolled for a moment, and then dialed.

"Asalamualaikum, mamu," Hamza said, putting the call on speaker.

"Walaikum assalam, Hamza beta," came the warm voice of Sehar's father.

"Mamu, Sehar mere saath hai. Aapko aapki beti ya toh kal raat tak milegi... ya aglay haftay."

There was a pause. Then, her father laughed softly. "Jee theek hai, beta."

"Allah Hafiz, mamu."

"Allah Hafiz."

Hamza ended the call and looked at Sehar with a raised eyebrow. "Chalo ab ghar. Tum mere."

Sehar smiled, cheeks slightly pink. "Acha, chalo," she said.

The car merged back into the road, two hearts moving through the city, through old doubts and new beginnings.