Chapter 22(2)

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Words in brackets are (thoughts)
Words in flower bracket is {information}

Ball room:-

Mr Ansari was introducing Nayab to all the guests, he was also reminding her about their relation with Mannat by whispering unaware that a reliable source of information is walking along with them.

Mr Ansari : Here comes Mr Hussain the deputy chairman of Council.

Nayab : Okay.

Mannat : Don't look at his hair because he hate when someone does that as he is bald furthermore it's a wig.

Nayab{giggle} : Hello! Mr Hussain.

Mr Hussain : It's an honor to meet you Your Highness.

Nayab : Same here.

They talk for a while where most of the time Mr Hussain was speaking about politics which was going over Nayab's head.

Mr Hussain : Will meet you soon in our next Council meeting.

Nayab : Sure. {Nomaan arrive to them}

Nomaan{to Mr Ansari} : Can I steal her for a moment?

Mr Ansari : I'll be around if you need me.

Nayab : Thanks Mr Ansari. {To Nomaan} What is it?

Nomaan : Is Mannat with you right now?

Nayab : Yeah she is standing beside me.

Nomaan : Please ask her to go to my room likewise check if I have unplugged my laptops charger.

Nayab{amazed} : What? She isn't your...

Nomaan{puppy face} : I don't wanna climb the stairs Nayab.

Nayab : Nomaan its...

Mannat : It's unplugged.

Nayab{confused} : Huh?

Mannat : I just went as well as saw, his laptop's charger is unplugged.

Nayab : Why did you do that? He should do his work.

Mannat : I never had a younger sibling who can order me to do their work, I felt happy when he asked me.

Nomaan{whisper} : You look like a mad person stop talking to your empty side.

Nayab : Shut up! You know it's Mannat on my side.

Nomaan : You know I know but people here don't know.

Mannat{clapping} : Wow it rhymed.

Nomaan : So what did she say?

Nayab{roll her eyes} : It's unplugged.

Nomaan : Thank you Mannat you are the best, I wish you were my sister.

Mannat : Me too.

Nayab : Now if both of your brother-sister bonding is done, let's join the function.

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Tara's parents were talking with Ranimaa when her mother retrieve a box from her bag. It was a crystal necklace they brought to gift Mannat on her coronation, Tara open the box to have a look at it.

Tara : It's Nayab[precious]

{Nayab who was at a distance talking with Nomaan reply to that unknowingly}

Nayab : No it isn't mine.

Mannat : Thank Allah no one noticed

Tara's mother : It wasn't till now but now it is yours.

She give the gift to Nayab which she accept while nervously smiling. However the whole Nayab replying to her name doesn't go unnoticed by someone who was keenly watching her every move.

*******

Most of the people were dancing on a beautiful melody played by the musicians. A dashingly handsome boy approach Nayab who was standing at Zia's side.

Boy{27 yrs} : Hi! I'm Kashif Qureshi Prince of Bahrain. {He forward his hand for handshake}

Nayab : Hello!

As soon as Nayab place her hand in his, he kiss on her gloved knuckles as she was wearing gloves. Nayab gets astonished by this act on the other hand Zia clench his jaw.

Kashif{to Zia} : Is there a problem if I dance with the Queen?

Zia : For me it isn't you can ask her.

Kashif : Would you like to dance with me?

Mannat : He is the famous Playboy in our circle.

Nayab{she was waiting for Zia to object when he didn't she get annoyed} : Why not?

Kashif take Nayab in the middle of ballroom, keep his left hand on her waist together with hold her left hand in his right, they were moving according to the music.

Kashif : You look gorgeous.

Nayab{uncomfortably} : Thank you.

Kashif : By the way I found out your secret.

Nayab{panic} : Wh..what secret? (Does he know I'm not Mannat?)

Kashif : That you can kill a man with your smile.

Nayab{nervously laugh} : Oh! Haha.

Kashif : Would you like to go on a date with me?

Nayab : I...

Zia who was witnessing the whole scene reach his limit hence he take steps towards them including to that he tap on Kashif's shoulder at the exact moment.

Zia{fake smile} : Can I have my friend back, if you don't mind? I would like her to meet one of my business associates.

Nayab : Is it? Who?

Mannat : Nayab!!!

Zia{uninterested} : Near our table.

Kashif : I think you are risking introducing such beautiful lady to the world Mr Zia{glance at Nayab} Miss Mannat is the star of the evening, be careful someone might snatch her.

Mannat{to Kashif} : Bad luck she is already booked.

Zia{to Kashif} : Have fun. {He grab Nayab's wrist in addition to that he slowly drag her with him to his table}

Nayab : I don't see anyone here, whom am I suppose to meet?

Mannat : Don't provoke him.

Zia{rubbing his temple} : Don't drive me crazy Nayab this place is filled with wolves, you won't even realise what hit you and you'll find yourself in their den.{look straight in her eyes} None of them is as innocent as me.

Nayab{angrily} : My eyes are filled with tears by your innocence. {She furiously walk away}

A/N : referring to the blackmail for marriage】

Mannat{whine} : When will my ship sail?

*******

In a corridor:-

Nomaan/Zeba were walking from opposite direction engulfed in their phones respectively when they suddenly collide causing Zeba to loose her balance. However she gets saved by Nomaan who hold her by her waist at last moment. Normally people gets lost in each other eyes at this time on the contrary here both of them were shooting daggers at one another.

Zeba{annoyed} : Leave me!!!

Nomaan{casually} : Okay. {He loosen his grip resulting in Zeba to fall down}

Zeba{rubbing her thigh} : Ouch! {She get up, stand straight on top of that point finger at him} Mr Gone Case...

Nomaan{unclear} : What did you call me?

Zeba : If I call you No-maan you have problem {proudly}so I gave you a new name.

Nomaan : You are...

Zeba : Wait let me complete, so Mr Gone Case I told you to leave me not drop me.

Nomaan{irritated} : Be clear next time.

Zeba : Use your common sense next time.

Nomaan : I don't have it, Bye.

Zeba : Arggg. (How can someone irritate me who irritate everyone?)

To be contd...

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