The garden was luminous with yellow lights and lamps, the ambience being everything one could ask for. There was a big daree on the grass covered in pillows, a basket filled with henna cones placed in between two women who were busy working on the hands of the little girls.
Opposite them sat two more women doing the same, the girls scattered on the daree, laughing, talking, showing one another their henna designs on their phones and the ones who had already had theirs done screaming for the others to maintain a distance.
In the middle of the mat was a tray of dry fruit, crackers, juice boxes, chocolates, everyone now and then stealing a handful of it. There was a speaker placed, the girl who had her phone connected clearly gaining attention and pleads to play certain songs.
Fairyilghts hung from the rooftop down, adding the element that made a Pakistani wedding Pakistani, to have a house covered in lights. The men were dispersed around the house, standing, sitting, a conversation over a cup of tea or the fresh warm jalebis one of the guys brought on the way back from their errands.
Umeed smiled, she had nailed it, and she knew it. Traditional touch, keeping it true to an environment that was s close to her heart - the essence of a Pakistani wedding where laughter was heard from every side. Whether it be the girls who were applying henna, whether it be the girl who were arguing over their dance moves for dance practice, whether it be the boys who were running around chasing a half inflated ball, whether it be the women laughing over their own wedding stories, or whether it be the men discussing nonsense over tea. She captured it well, she knew that, she organised it brilliantly and the smiles over everyone proved it.
"Umeed, bachay." Walked in Rubina, cheering smile, genuine happiness on hr face. "Umeed this is genuinely perfect." She came and side hugged Umeed. The firmness of the hug added to Umeed's confidence.
"I'm glad you like it aunty." Umeed pulled away to observe her works once again.
"Beta sachi baat bataun, mujhe itni koi umeed nahi thi isse, ye tou proper event bhi nahi tha isliye mene kuch socha nahi. Liken... tumne waqayi ehsaas dilaya hai why these are as important as the other events." He gently patted Umeed's shoulder. "Mujhe waqayi apni baaji ki shaadi ke din yaad aa gaye, unki mere se aik saal pehle hui thi. Us waqt hum mohallay mein rehte thay, aur mohallay ki sab larkiyan hamari chat par aati thin baaji ki shaadi ke dinon mein. Aese hi bhet kar mehendi lagwa rahe thay, dance practice, ammi aur khala sharbat ki tray la rahi hain, mard kisi konay mein apni gup shup ein gum, mera bhai mithayan aur gol gappe lata tha. Nostalgia ho raha hai." Umeed shifted to notice Rubina tearing up, she understood the significance of those events, those times.
"Chalein aunty, wohi yaadein hamesha rehti hain. Ab apke bachon ko mauka mil raha hai wesi yaadein banane ka." Umeed went to side hug Rubina again to cool her down and bring a smile to her face. This is why she loved doing what she did, to see how it connected with people. Even for people like the Hashim's who had a fairly materialistic lifestyle, it was such core memories that left an impact.
"Mujhe tou yahi afsos tha ke in bachon ko us tarhan ki takrebaadon a kya pata. Liken tum ne waqayi mera dil phir se jeet liya hai." Umeed couldn't help but blush this time, the compliments were not being said for the sake of it, she could feel that they were genuine. She was not that good with taking compliments anyway, so this was her trying to fight the urge to run away because she didn't know what to say. "Tumne mehendi lagwayi?"
"Nahi aunty, mujhe mehendi nahi achi lagti." Umeed shook her head, looking down at her hands. She was never a fan of it. The last time she remembered putting it on was when her mother made a small flower at the back of her hand. Since then, it's not something she likes.
"Acha chalo tumhari marzi hai. Tum aao, mein tumhe apni bari baaji se milwati hoon." Umeed nodded and followed Rubina to where the women were sat.
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"Uncle, ye dekh lien." Farjaad handed over a piece of paper for Hashim, stepping amongst him and the two others present, th groom being one of them. He just arrived after doing some paperwork Hashim had requested him to do. Their progressed bond also meant little favours which did not have much to do with the focal event. Farjaad had a managerial background, Hashim used it to his benefit - neither of them minded.
"Beta tum ne check kar hi liya hai tou sahi hoye ga." Hashim shrugged before placing it back in the plastic pocket. "Acha wo sab choro, ye milo, ye Rayyan hai, Rubina ka bhatija. Aur ye jo hai, ye tum logon ki organising se bohot impress hua hai." He pointed towards the man beside Azhar, about the same age, a good-looking guy.
"Mene uncle se poocha ke ke kaun tha jo itne short notice par sab kuch maan gaya. I am impressed." He reached his hand out and Farjaad went to shake it, a regardful smile to return to the compliment.
"Thank you, liken huge credit goes to my partner. Mera you sab background waala kaam hai, she's the one who put everything together." Farjaad added, meaning it. Umeed was magic, lighting in a bottle - electrifying, thrilling, responsive, beautiful.
"Kya kismat thi hamari ke Umeed mil gayi. She's genuinely a gift for all of us." Hashim added, and Farjaad smiled.
"Bilkul." He looked down, his chest warming up.
"Mein saat saat Tara ko tasveerein bhej raha hoon, usko zara si jealousy ho rahi hai. Uske waale bohot strict hain, apna hi chalate hain. She also had things organised before the wedding liken sachi baat hai, they don't have soul. Aaj waqayi shaadi ka mohol lag raha hai." Azhar added, pointing to his phone.
Umeed and Farjaad were aware about the bride's planners and their bland antics. They had to communicate with them a while back just to ensure the dates were aligned with the baraat, and the first impression was that these planners had somewhat of an unpleasant conduct. They were senior, at least two decades older, with quite a brickish demeanour.
"Once again, all credit goes to Umeed. Mene bas main events mein help ki hai, ye sab uska kaam hai." Farjaad reiterated, giving full credit to the girl that had managed to add colour to all of their lives in some way.
"Itni taareefein suni ja rahi hain, milna hi pare ga in se." Rayan spoke up,curious as to who this infamous lady was that was receiving appreciation left right and centre.
"She must be with the ladies, In fact mein ja kar pooch aata hoon agar sab kuch theek hai. Excuse me." Farjaad smiled, stepping away from the men to go see what she was up to, they hadn't seen one another since the morning that too for a brief moment because Umeed was busy with setting everything up.
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"Aap se mil kar bohot acha laga Raheela aunty." Umeed held her hand over her heart and kneeled down for the woman to place her hand over her had. Just as she stood up straight, she could see Farjaad from a distance. "Aap loug karein enjoy." She smiled, excusing herself and walking towards him.
She scanned him head-to-toe, a brown shalwar kameez, sleeves rolled up, a faint dimple prominent on his cheek. Umeed's heart melted, she bit her lip to hide her beaming smile.
"Khush lag rahi ho." He folded his arms as she stopped in front of him, hand-in-hand. There was a soft spark in her eyes. Farjaad noticed that this was the first time he was seeing her in desi attire, a peach kurta with black leggings. It suited her, he wanted to see more of her in that.
"Sab kuch theek ho gaya hai." She shrugged, tilting her hand and slowly beginning to sway.
"Theek hi hona tha, itni mehnat jo ki hai."
"Haan but... kabhi is tarhan itne logon ko khush nahi dekha. Itni taareefein bhi nahi suneen." She added, giggling softly. Farjaad smiled at her happiness, it was contagious. She looked down and gulped, looking back up to him. "Itni late kyun aaye ho?"
"Uncle ka koi kaam tha, time lag gaya." He informed her and she nodded. Umeed reached to fix her hair a little, and Farjaad noticed the back of her hand bare. She looked down to see that her other hand was also bare and furrowed his eyebrows. "Mehendi nahi lagwao gi?"
Umeed stilled, looking up at him, then looking at her hands. She'd already been asked his question, and gave quite a simple and straightforward answer, Yet now, she wondered why he asked the same thing.
"Kyun?" She asked innocently, looking down at her hands again. Farjaad stared at them as well.
"Lagwa lo, tumhare haaton par achi lage gi." He slyly commented, smiling at her then turning around to check what was going on around the house. Umeed stood there, lost and questioning, looking down at her hands.
She hated putting it on, was never a fan. Even when Haya would plead for her to at least have a small gola on her palms, she would refuse.
She glanced over at where the ladies who were applying henna were sat, one was sat free.
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"Excuse me." Umeed stopped in her tracks, both hands in the air to make sure nothing got stained or ruined. She was searching for Farjaad. "Aap Umeed hain na?" Umeed looked at the man. He was young, seemed to be someone from the family.
"Jee." She nodded and smiled. She was a little patient, wanted to show Farjaad the design she got on her hands, but also did not want to be impolite. She'll find him later anyway, he'll wither be in conversation with the gentlemen or sat in some corner on his phone.
"Aap ka aaj jitna sunna hai na, anticipation se haal ho gaya." He exclaimed and Umeed raised an eyebrow.
"Kyun?"
"Pehle Hashim khaloo aur Azhar, phir andar gaya tou mama bhi shuroo. Aap ne sabko fan bana diya hai." He had a bright smile as he spoke, and Umeed couldn't help but blush at all the praise. It wasn't completely foreign to her, but the constant compliments certainly made her feel warm.
"Thank you." She nodded.
"I'm Rayan by the way." Umeed recalled hearing that name, then it clicked,
"Oh, tou aap Raheela aunty ke betay hain?" She pointed behind her. Raheela was Rubina's older sister, the one she told the sorry of the wedding about. She mentioned her having a son was present, it made sense now.
"Ji bilkul, mama ne mera bata bhi diya?"
"Ji unse kaafi deir baat hoyi, maza aaya."
"Have to say I'm very impressed. Itne se time mein itna kuch manage karna, wo bhi itni achi tarhan. That's brilliant. Well done." He pointed around and Umeed nodded. She noticed the constant credit, and had to clarify that it was not all her. She had no interest in deceiving anyone into thinking she did it all by herself.
"Thank you but, team effort tha." She clarified.
Rayan nodded and smiled. He was aware of that, he ha a conversation with Farjaad not to long ago.
"Haan but design aur presentation tou sab aap ne ki hai na, everything else is secondary. Aap ki leadership ne hi ye sab kiya hai. Baaki staff to bas orders obey karti hai" He shrugged. Just at that, she noticed Farjaad stood at a distance, looking in their direction, not much of an expression on his face. "Chalein I'll let you be, lagta hai you were on your way somewhere." Rayan expressed and smiled, to which Umeed nodded politely.
"It was nice to meet you Rayan."
"Likewise, and I'm sure we'll be seeing one other around a lot." And she only nodded before excusing herself to walk over to Farjaad, who only looked at her.
"Kya hua?" She asked, hoping he would say something about the henna. If Haya saw Umeed's hands, she'd spend a lot of time wondering what magic had been done on her to agree to applying it. The man stood in front of Umeed had no idea how easy it was for him to get her to do anything.
"Nothing. Kuch khane jaa raha tha." He cleared his throat and walked past Umeed, who felt her heart drop and her jaw clench. What was the sudden mood shift? He was perfectly fine moments ago.
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They were now sat outdoors, everyone was outdoors except the children and those who had dance practice, they were all in the drawing room. The blankets had come out and everyone was cosy and lost in conversation, mugs of tea and coffee in their hands. Qawali was played on the speaker at low volume, good background noise for the atmosphere.
Umeed and Farjaad were sat on the daree, listening to Azhar talk about the time he slipped on ice and broke his elbow. Along him was Rayyan and a few more cousins, including Aliya, Azhar's younger sister - the second Hashim child.
Umeed was still angry with Farjaad and his mood shift, more at the fact he didn't compliment her when she only got it done with him. And the irritation was visible on her face.
Farjaad did note her silence, but he was too preoccupied in other things to focus more on her. The other things being Rayan looking at Umeed every few seconds after Azhar would say something funny, as if looking over at her would get a laugh out of her. He noticed the antics. He was well aggravated but kept it within him.
"Umeed beta- oh wow!" Rubina kneeled down once she saw Umeed's hands, gaining Farjaad's attention as well. "Tumne tou mujhe kaha tha ke tumhe mehendi nahi achi lagti?" She glanced over to Umeed, who had a forced smile on her, clearly caught in the crossfire. Farjaad was not aware of that fact. "Chalo acha hai, mein kehne aayi thi tum loug araam se subha aa jana, ye sab fajr ke baad saaf karwa lein ge."
"Sure aunty?" Umeed tried to seem casual, but she could feel Farjaad's smile. It was burning holes through her. Rubina nodded and patted her head before stepping away. "Theek hai."
Everyone went back to the conversation they were having, except Farjaad who glanced over to her hands and smirked.
He moved a little closer to her, their shoulders almost touching. All of a sudden that irritation vanished, he may have also made a performative move knowing well that Rayan's eyes were still in their direction. He had to set things clear.
"Bohot achi lag rahi hai." He mumbled slowly, just loud enough for her to hear.
Umeed rolled her eyes and looked the other way, clearly not impressed with his delayed compliments. She slipped her hands under the blanket, the henna had completely dried and her hands were getting cold anyway.
"Haan bas, ab zabardasti waali tareef karo ge" She muttered, looking back in his direction and seeing him have that soft dimpled smile that melted her heart. It was difficult, genuinely difficult to stay strong when he was looking at her the way he did.
This was also her reminder that they were in fact, sharing a blanket. And she only realised this when his hand slipped in and held hers.
"Waqayi." He whispered, holding her hand firmly. "Tumhare haaton par bohot achi lag rahi hai." He whispered in her ear and Umeed tried her best to not blush, but it was impossible. Instead she turned to now face him, their faces very close.
"Tou ye us waqt kyun nahi bataya?" She furrowed her eyebrows and pouted. Farjaad, with utmost temptation to kiss her pout away, only sighed and looked down. He was not going to ruin it by mentioning any outsiders (who he was certain was looking at them that very moment).
"Bhook lag rahi thi, subha se kuch nahi khaya tha." She looked pleadingly at her, hoping for forgiveness, and that was enough for Umeed.
She broke into a soft smile, elbowing him gently, her hand still in his hold, both of them focusing back onto the conversation happening in front of them.
-
The next day was the mayoun. And all it took for one thing to go wrong for Umeed to begin stressing.
There was a table that had to be brought in where the decor and presentation was meant to happen for the rasam. However, she found out that when clearing things up in the morning, someone had literally broken a leg.
Luckily it was dealt with, but the close call still had her stressed out of what else could possibly go wrong, it was Umeed's approach. Whenever one thing went wrong, she prepared for everything else to go south.
"Sab mast hain, is liye abhi hi waqt hai table to move karne ka. Hasan aur Anthony se kaho w kar dein, phir tum usko cover kar ke upar kal waali cheezon mein se kuch phila dou." Umeed instructed Jackie, who was aware that her baaji was beginning to build up the stress, but could only nod and obey with hopes she eases down.
Umeed stood her, both hands on her hips, recalling everything and making sure nothing was missed out on. The house was pretty much fully yellow, the guests had started to enter, the sound of the dholki could be heard from the hallway.
"Excuse me? Hi." Umeed turned and was greeted by, safe to say, a beautiful man. Light brown hair, green eyes, a really nice fitted kurta. And the accent certainly gave away, along with the features, that this man was not a local.
"Hi, can I help you?" Umeed asked, wondering how the man ended up at this wedding. Must be a friend of the groom.
"Azhar sent me over to ask for tea from the house staff, I don't know who to inform." The man laughed hesitantly, clearly distraught by all the chaos and looking stressed over the fact he had not found any house staff.
"Um" Umeed looked around, no one was in sight at the moment. "I'll let them know, don't worry." She nodded reassuringly. She had to ask the followup question. "You're here for Azhar's wedding?"
"Yeah, we studied together in Canada for a good six years. I'm Liam by the way, Azhar's friend." He brought his hand out, and Umeed smiled, shaking it.
"Umeed. I'm the... organiser of all of this." The pointed around everywhere, giving an introduction to the man. He seemed friendly, certainly someone who was enjoying the new culture.
"Well you've done a fantastic job. It's surreal." He let go of her hand, Umeed smiling at him.
"Thank you, there's more to come." She sighed, recalling all the things that had to be done. These were small events, the big ones were yet to come, and they were the ones that had her having nightmares about falling chandeliers and broken stages. "And I hope Azhar will make you dance on stage, only then you can state you've attended a desi wedding properly." She joked about, earning a loud laughter from him.
Timing has always been a grand thing in Farjaad's life. Like now, how he entered just at the right time to see Umeed and the white man laugh about something. And she was well able to identify Umeed's performative laughter and her real one, and this was very real.
And he took his moment to observe her outfit. A yellow kurta with matching trousers, her hair pinned back and her dupatta around her body, resting on her arms. She looked stunning.
"We've been practising something, you'll have to wait and see." Liam responded and Umeed raised her eyebrows challengingly, nodding at his confidence.
"Umeed?" Farjaad walked up, a nice smile on his face, turning to face Liam. "Hi, nice to meet you, Farjaad, Umeed's... partner. We've organised the wedding together." He gave quite the normal introduction of himself, standing close enough to Umeed that their shoulders were touching.
"Liam." He did the same as he did with Umeed, reached out to shake Farjaad's hand. "Oh you didn't mention you had a partner too." Liam looked over to Umeed, who wasn't fazed by that statement. They were just conversing afterall. She smiled.
"Did she not?" Farjaad asked an octave higher than his normal tone, turning to face Umeed with a put on smile. She was yet to notice his buffoonish behaviour. "Umeed deserves more credit anyway, I'm just behind the scenes." Farjaad laughed and Umeed noticed the tone of his laughter this time, but brushed it off.
"He takes care of maintenance and the management and costs, I handle decor." She clarified to Liam, who nodded understandingly.
"Do you need help with anything?" Farjaad asked, not as courteously as he should have.
"No no, Umeed said she'll take care of it. Lovely name by the way." Liam looked over at Umeed once again, Umeed flattered by the compliment. He was quite a happy an energetic guy, she found him to be really sweet and positive.
"Thank you, it means hope." She informed him. Liam was clearly amazed, and Farjaad was as unimpressed by the good boy antics that the chap in front of him had to show.
"Well Umeed I hope I'll see you around then?" He emphasised on the hope, making Farjaad snort but roll his eyes, it was a painful attempt.
"Dou lagaun isko." He muttered, which Umeed heard and widened her eyes. "Enjoy." Farjaad nodded and smiled, Liam excusing himself and walking away
"Kya ho gaya hai?" She nudged him.
"Tum-" He was about to throw a tantrum, but refrained. "Kuch nahi hua." He huffed.
"Kitna cute sa hai. Is shaadi ke baad wahan koi shaadi nahi achi lage gi isko." Umeed laughed, Farjaad not finding anything funny.
"Kyunke wahan-" Farjaad bit his lip. "Haan."
"Mein jaa kar chai ka bol doon, bechare ko koi mila hi nahi." Umeed walked out of the hallway, leaving Farjaad standing there, reminiscing over the last few seconds. These were the consequences of falling for the most beautiful woman there was.
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The bright sun was much needed to balance out the cold breeze of the morning. Umeed had just finished instructing Anthony, Hasan and Jackie on what to manage, checking tasks fon the clipboard as she assigned them and ticking them off once she checked that they were completed.
Umeed was so lost in the list on the clipboard she was completely unaware of the colossal mandap that was being taken, which was inches from injuring her head.
She felt hand on her waist and she was yanked the very next moment, gasping and looking up to see Farjaad. He was looking down at her, she was clutching onto him. She turned to see the mandap being carried, realising she had just been saved from a serious injury.
"Dihaan se." He whispered, letting go of her waist and reaching down to grab her pen and clipboard. Umeed was still stunned, her waist feeling weirdly empty all of a sudden.
He handed her the stationary and she cleared her throat, looking ahead to see Jackie instructing the men on how to place the mandap.
"J-Jackie." Umeed's voice was strained, but she managed to take long swift steps in the direction of the stage. Farjaad watched, smiling to himself.
"Good morning." The smile quickly faded away, and Farjaad was met by the face he really wasn't fond of. Nonetheless, he kept it calm and collected.
"Kese hain Rayan sahab."
"Good yaar, socha aa kar zara chek karun sab theek hai, thori maintenance ho jaye." Rayan looked around at the venue. There were people everywhere. In one corner it was Jackie instructing some staff on how to settle things, with Umeed watching and adding her input. On the other side it was Anthony instructing the staff on how to set the tables. And Hasan was working on the lights.
"Appreciate it, but don't worry, that's what I'm here for." Farjaad answered firmly, a smile to cover the clear message that there was no need for someone to handle maintenance. He was there for exactly that. "Pichlay sab events theek rahe?"
"Fantastic. Umeed is amazing, I don't know how she's managed all of this on such short notice." Once again, that irritating feeling rose in Farjaad's chest. Complimenting was one thing, but this man made it seem like Umeed grew the trees out herself to then cut the wood and make the exact structures for the wedding. And he understood the undertones of such compliments, but tried to not let it get to him.
"Acha support system hai uska. And, meri partner hai, achi tou hoye gi." Farjaad laughed, exaggerated but realistic, making sure that was he was saying was enough.
"Partner..." Rayan asked, trying to decipher what Farjaad was trying to say. But Farjaad kept it casual.
"Jee, partner." He nodded, not putting much more focus on it and making it seem as if it was as simple as it seemed. "Anyway look around, agar kuch ghalat lage tou let me know." Farjaad smirked and walked away, sighing at the agitating encounter. It was going to be a long day.
-
The mehendi was chaotic and loud, colourful and bright, Umeed and Farjaad did not have much time to enjoy it as guests as they had to make sure everything was fine. By them - it was more Umeed who ran around the whole venue checking that everything was in order, and Farjaad looking for her half of the time hoping they could steal some moments. Unfortunately, that was not as successful as he had planned.
The morning was a lot less chaotic and much more calm and manageable.
It was a courtyard nikkah in a five star hotel. Everything set nicely, the white theme in action, everyone dressed accordingly and adjusting in well with the aesthetics of the event.
Farjaad and Umeed were on theme just as anyone else. Farjaad in a classic white shalwar kameez, Umeed in sleeveless kurta that may not be the most sensible decision in the chilly weather, but it was the only fancy one she had with her, and it looked nice.
The nikkah was a much more smaller event, with only the immediate family attending it, and it was over quickly. Everyone got up and began congratulating the couple along with one other, and Farjaad used this opportunity wisely.
Umeed was walking over to where the food stall was when suddenly an arm clasped over her wrist and she was yanked. It was Farjaad, who pulled her into a narrow space behind the photowall, where no one could see them.
"Kya kar rahe ho!" She whispered once they were there. He looked at her from head to toe, taking in her look, holding her hand and bringing it up to his lips.
"You look beautiful" He muttered against the back of her hand, kissing it softly.
Umeed blushed, his lips caressing her hand gently. Butterflies were in her stomach, she felt heart heart rate speed up. Even in the cool weather and despite the fact she was in a sleeveless kurta, she felt warm.
"Phool tak de nahi sakey ab bara confidence aa raha hai." She tilted her head as he held her hand firmly. Farjaad smirked, pulling her closer by her hand, their bodies almost pressed.
"Aap jab aesi lag rahin hoyein gi tou hum wese hi jaan se jaayein ge." He whispered, looking directly into her eyes. Umeed had to look away, her stare was too intense and his eyes were yearning way too much for her to handle. She could now smell his cologne, musky and strong, and it made her think of unspeakable things.
"Acha?" She turned back, noticing how he wasn't breaking. He meant it.
"Bohot pyaari lag rahi ho." He reiterated, leaning in to kiss the corner of her mouth gently, causing her to take a sharp intake of breath, feeling his lips so close yet so far.
She reached up and held onto his collar, her chest rising and falling. The contact felt electric, she felt her blood rushing, felt his gentle stubble against her as he kissed the corner of her mouth.
Farjaad knew the effect it had on her, because her hold on his kameez got tighter, and he could feel her chest moving quickly against his. She was clutching onto his blouse for dear life.
He slowly pulled away, looking down to see her lips spaced apart, eyes glowing, cheeks reddened.
"Thank you, tum bhi sahi lag rahe ho." She breathed out, meaning it. He was in a plain white shalwar kameez, and he looked damn handsome in it. She was still recovering from that contact, unable to catch her breath, yearning for more.
"Bas zara dihaan se chalna." Farjaad added, reaching up to fix the slipped strand behind her ear.
"Kyun?" She furrowed her eyebrows. This whole time, neither of them have budged or stepped away, they are still inches from one another. Neither ready to move away. It was warm and comfortable, it felt nice.
"Tumhe nazar nahi aa raha? Wo Rayyan tumhare saat kitna frank ho raha tha." Farjaad muttered. "Aur wo gora bhi tumhara peecha nahi chor raha tha." He tried to seem casual about it, playing with her earrings as he remarked.
Umeed's mouth curved.
"Tum... jealous ho rahe ho?" She tried looking into his eyes but he was facing the side, so she reached up and held his chin, turning his face to her.
Farjaad could see the amusement on her face from his comment. He was not jealous... just making sure they were on the same page.
"Umeed please." He let go of her and began fixing his hair, Umeed stood and watched, a big smile on her face. He was jealous, he was clearly annoyed. And it made her laugh solely because of the fact that he had no reason to be jealous.
"Tum baal theek karte raho, mein jaa kar dekhun ke sab kuch" She walked away before he could stop her and enjoy a few more seconds. And Farjaad stood there sighing, wondering if the jealousy label was going to make him look like a fool.