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Date: 21st sep
Time: 4 pm

It was a warm afternoon around 35 degrees of temperature with the sun beaming with sharp rays towards the land. Despite the fact the weather wasn't much favourable but still roads were overcrowded with honking vehicles.

Sneaking her way through the maze of static traffic, Farah managed to reach her destination, parking her car at an appropriate spot.
"Thank God for this." Farah sighed with relief as she pressed the brakes almost shaking Seher off her seat.
"Woah slow down, you freak." Seher almost screamed.
"Sorryyyy." Farah calmed her down while undoing her seat belt.

"Let's go." Farah jerked Seher out of her imagination.
"Yeahh." Seher replied and opened the door while exiting the car.

In no more than five minutes, they were roaming through the busy corridors of a huge mall. Just then Farah stopped in front of a two way mirror window brushing her muddy shoes at the carpet. She had matched them with black pants and a grey top. Following her Seher hopped in.

"What are..." she stopped in between when she noticed Farah rubbing her shoes like a child.
She started giggling and Farah glared her.

"Okay sorryyy," Seher apologized controlling her uncontrollable laugh.
"But don't you realise that this isn't the right time for shoe cleaning." She said while checking herself into the mirror.

She took a glance at herself at the mirror, organising her white crumpled shirt that fell below her knees with creme trousers and a plain dupatta on her arm. She patted her flying hairs to make sure they settle down otherwise she would look like a demon.

"Ahem...." Farah mischievously coughed.
"I am done." Seher replied embarassingly and they continued walking.

"Let's go, I hope we get what we are looking for." Farah prayed.
"Don't worry, it's in stock. You checked it right?" Seher asked her.
"Yeah. But still, I can't show up in front of Ahmer without it." Farah said as she looked around the place reminding herself of the directions.
"Your such a werdo. Which girl does like this?" Seher criticised her.
"I like it this way. Now better help or find yourself any other mode of transport to go home." Farah smiled evilishly and Seher gave her frustrating glare.

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Time: 7 pm

It was square room full of light. Precisely tucked in bedsheet, extremely organized closet and dresser and a sophisticated desk with a closed laptop, these were with no doubt the fundamental elements of Ahmer's bedroom. No doubt he is a perfectionist!

Though the air in the room was calm but inspite of it Ahmer was stretching himself on his revolving chair, anxiously. His feet constantly tapping the wooden floor of his room, he would close his wrist and then open it the next moment, blinking frustratingly in between while staring at the glass cupboard in front of him unknowingly.

"Knock knock." The sound of someone softly tapping their knuckles onto the wall took Ahmer with surprise and he woke up.
He turned around and saw his father mysteriously observing him from head to toe. Messy hair, creased grey shirt and denims while his shoes resting on the floor.

"Baba." He replied rubbing his hair as if he had just woken up from a deep slumber.
"Are you okay?" Murtaza asked while smirking and stood with his back alligned with the bedroom wall.

"Yes. Why did you ask that?" He asked as he stood up from the chair.
"Because I noticed you were sitting in such a anxious position from about fifteen minutes." Murtaza told him to which he was left bewildered.
"Fifteen minutes? You are kidding me, you are right?" He chuckled at his father.
"No I am not," Murtaza replied folding his arms on his chest.

"It means something is bothering you, isn't it?" Murtaza asked with a comforting smile on his wrinkled face.
Ahmer looked around for a moment, maybe looking for appropriate words that might suit the situation. He held his neck his right hand and started to massage it.
"Yes." He replied.
"Knew that. What is it?" Murtaza asked him.

'It's been a really long time, I am wondering about should I do it or wait or maybe never do it." He begin with his misery as his father casually walked to his bed and sat down on it.

"Come to the point Ahmer. Stop beating around the bush." Murtaza said as he found Ahmer was struggling badly while narrating the issue.
"It's about Farah." He said while taking seat on the nearby chair.
"Ahan," Murtaza cheered up like a child and Ahmer smiled partially.
"So what about her?" He asked.
"Umm I love her." Ahmer added.
"Soooo?" Murtaza gave him the most weird expression any parent would ever give in such a situation.

"You know about this already?" Ahmer asked him.
"Come on Ahmer, the whole world knows it. Never mind. Tell me more." Murtaza replied as if he was his friend not father.

"I want to propose her!" He blurted out.
Before Murtaza could reply him, they heard someone laughing immensely outside his bedroom door. They both were shockingly looking at the door when Safia entered smiling and terribly controlling her laugh.

"You are such a baby Ahmer." She said and ruffled Ahmer's hair as she walked pass him and sat opposite Murtaza on the bed.
"Mama!" Ahmer said annoyingly while Murtaza started to laugh aswell.
"Okay sorry. This is serious matter, no laughing." Murtaza announced while holding his mouth while Ahmer glared them.

"So propose her. What is the issue?" Safia asked straightforwardly.
"I am afraid, what if her answer is no?" Ahmer said with a sigh.
"That's impossible." Murtaza told him with confidence of hundred percent.

"Absolutely." Safia added.
"Why? I mean how are you people so sure?" He asked them.
"We know it. So stop asking questions and go on," Safia.
"I am so excited." She continued.

"Make sure you pick the right ring, the one she likes." Murtaza suggested him while he and Safia exited the room happily while Ahmer sat there wearing a plain expression on his face.

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Date: 25th sep
Time: 3 pm

It was sunday noon, so Farah, Seher and Mahreen were at home. As always Mahreen was busy in writing in her study, Seher was gently brushing her soft conditioned hair, adoring each and every strand and admiring it into the mirror.

Above her blue chiffon shirt with fine thread work, white pallazo pants and a bluish white dupatta on her shoulder, her soft, silky and  dark brown dyed hair shined as if it were a diamond in the sky.

Just then Farah stepped into her room with stampeding steps, almost doghing over her bottle green floppy sweatpants, she wore with a casual sports shirt, loud enough to distract Seher from her brushing.

She annoyingly looked at Farah and then started to brush her hair, completely ignoring her. Farah then jumped in front of the mirror like a rabbit.

"What is wrong with you?" Seher roared as she held her hair in her fists.
"Nothing, you are behaving like a psycho or someone self obsessed to a greater degree." Farah replied.
"What do you want?" Seher asked as she tied her hair into a bun making sure not even a single strand breaks.

"I think I should go and talk to Ahmer." Farah told her as she stood infront of Seher with a baffled face.
"First, I would suggest that don't talk to him about it and second if you are going to talk to him, atleast find some appropriate time for it." She suggested her.

"No Seher, this is the time. Before he does anything stupid I need to clear few things," Farah replied while rolling her eyes.
"I am afraid if I don't tell him now, I guess it will be very awkard to tell him afterwards." She finished frustratingly holding her head in her anemic palms.

"He is thinking very differently at the moment, and I don't want him to feel embarrassed in front of me," Farah said and Seher listened to her calmly nodding in between.
"No matter what we are still very good friends." She ended and looked questioningly at Seher.

"Hmm ok go on. I hope he is alright with it." Seher replied and pulled Farah in a deep comforting hug.

'No one is so brave that he is not disturbed by something unexpected'