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Words in flower bracket is {information}

Nayab's room:-

Nayab's mood was a bit off after the argument with Zia hence she went to her room to calm herself down.

Mannat : Have some water.

Nayab : Fine. {She was sipping water from her glass}

Mannat : I know he is bipolar besides he can get cranky anytime.

Nayab : That's the reason I call him Mr Bipolar.

Mannat : You know what he even has mood swings like a pregnant lady.

Nayab{chokes} : Uho...hoh!

Mannat : Easy. {They hear a knock}

Nayab walk to the door as well as open it only to find Mr Zia Shah standing infront of the door.

Nayab{uninterested} : You here?

Zia : Yep.

Nayab : For what?

Zia : I need to talk to you.

Nayab : But I need to return to the party.

Zia : You can't go.

Nayab{confused} : Why?

Zia : Because that's what I want moreover you have to obey me as your my wife.

Nayab : I'm not, I'm still single according to the people present here.

Zia{annoyed} : Nayab don't angry me.

Nayab{challenging} : Or what?

Zia without warning pick her up in bridal style furthermore proceed towards the balcony of her room.

Mannat{yell to Nayab} : I want my eyes to be virgin so I'm leaving.

Nayab : Leave me!!! Are you mad? {She was beating him on his chest with her small fists}

Zia : Yes I'm mad, you are making me loose control.

He place her down near the railing in addition to that he block her from both sides by keeping his hands. On top of that he also take a step further entering her personal space making her nervous.

Nayab : O..Okay I'll not dance with anyone let's go back.

Zia : First listen what I have to say.

Nayab{looking at his shoes} : I..I think we should head back.

Zia{deep voice} : Nayab...

Nayab{look into his eyes} : Yeah?

Zia : Your liner is smudged.

Nayab{perplexed} : What?

Zia{biting his cheek} : I'm telling truth.

Nayab{irritated} : Are you for real?

Zia{smirking} : Yes...

Nayab : Move I...I...

Nayab push him along with stomp her heel on his shoe and walk away huffing. On the other hand Zia was laughing while holding his leg.

*******

Ballroom:-

There was buffet setup at a side of the ballroom, Zeba was picking her favorite red velvet cake piece when she feel her dupatta stuck. She try to pull it without checking where it's stuck that's when she hear a tearing sound.

Zeba : (No no no! This isn't happening)

She hurriedly look back, her temper rises as it was Nomaan who had stepped on her dupatta. He was busy filling his plate, he didn't even notice what he has done.

Zeba{gritting her teeth} : Can you step away?

Nomaan : Oh sorry.

Zeba{to her dupatta} : Why do you go to die infront of him? {To herself} From next time I'll wear simple one only.

Nomaan : Stop talking to your dupatta.

Zeba{angrily} : You don't talk to me, all my sympathies are with your girlfriend.

Nomaan{innocently} : Why?

Zeba : As she has to stay with you Mr Gone Case.

Nomaan : She won't be like you by the way.

Zeba{offended} : Excuse me? I too don't want my life partner like you.

Nomaan : My girlfriend will be someone who will talk less along with love more, wind will blow when she'll walk, time will stop if she'll halt her steps.

Zeba{roll her eyes} : Good for her.

Nomaan : You on the other hand can kill a person by your nonstop talking.

Zeba{try to grab his neck} : I'll choke you to death.

Nomaan : No need just keep talking I'll die in sometime.

Zeba : Arggg!!!

*******

Each and every person in the palace was exhausted by the hectic day of coronation. All of them were resting in their respective rooms, Nayab was also lying down in her bed when she get a message from Sharik.

Message : "Come to kitchen, let's eat icecream like old times."

Mannat : Sharik bhai and I use to eat icecream after every party in the palace.

Nayab get up including to that she wear her lenses plus head in the direction of the kitchen.

In the Kitchen:-

Sharik : Welcome your Highness.

Nayab : Bhai stop it.

Sharik : Get use to it, you are gonna get address with this title from now on.

Nayab : This title doesn't change my relations with my family.

Sharik : Right, eat it's your favorite.

Nayab : Okay. {Glance at Mannat to know if it's actually her favorite}

Mannat : It's my favorite chocolate choco-chip flavour.

Sharik : Mannat can I ask you about something?

Nayab : Ofcourse Bhai.

Sharik : Do you like Zia?

Nayab : I...

Sharik : I mean to say that it isn't necessary to marry him just because Murtaza uncle promised Zaroon uncle.

Nayab : He is a good friend. (I hope so that he is truly Mannat's friend and not an enemy disguised as friend)

Sharik : If you say...{Sharik's mobile starts ringing} It's important I have to take it.

Nayab : No problem.

Sharik : I'll just be back.

Nayab : Alright. {To Mannat} What's their story?

Mannat : Both of them were in the same class in college, their friendship was famous until Valentine's day.

Nayab : Why? What happened?

Mannat : Sharik bhai liked a girl, he was gonna propose her when he got to know that she is Zia's girlfriend from that day.

Nayab : How can Mr Rude betray his friend? He must have known Sharik bhai liked her.

Mannat : Don't judge him too quickly.

Nayab : Very well, continue.

Mannat : Actually it was a plan made by a group with whom Sharik bhai/Zia fought. They sent that girl to create differences between Sharik bhai and Zia moreover Zia didn't even propose her, she herself declared her as his girlfriend.

Nayab : Didn't Mr Shah try to justify himself?

Mannat : That's the problem Zia doesn't like to give explanations to anyone.

Nayab : Sharik bhai must have found out later right?

Mannat : Nope as he transferred himself to a University in abroad as soon as he was heartbroken.

Nayab : When did this took place?

Mannat : 4yrs ago.

Nayab : So from these many year's they didn't sort it out.

Mannat : They only use to meet on my insistence.

Both the girls were engrossed in discussing this topic unaware of the fact that someone has entered Nayab's room more than that he/she has picked a hair from her hairbrush likewise kept it in a plastic zipper bag.

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Why do you think the person took Nayab's hair?