After successfully managing Hoor's wedding, Isra was indulging in her day off from the stressful yet enlivening events which are imbuing her to have one for herself but she knows it herself, it's not happening any time soon.
She wasn't ready to take such a drastic step in her life and her parent's respected her decision, letting her decide on her own to choose the path she wanted.
Sigh, Isra plopped herself on the couch, closing her eyes for a brief moment, smiling faintly.
"Ah, finally done, aren't you?" Zain asked, sitting beside her, looking through a bunch of tests, his glasses hanging.
Opening her eyes, Isra frowned and set his glasses, peeved at her and replied.
"Yeah.. It was a significant event." She hummed, straightening her back.
"Here is your tea." Her mother came, smiling offering them the tea.
"Where's mine?"
"There it is."
"Thanks." She smiled, taking her cup.
"So, tell me how was the wedding?" She asked excitedly.
"Mhm." She said, putting the cup down.
"Mama I told you, did I? To come and you and Dad decided to go to Shimla at the very end!" She frowned, shaking her head in disappointment.
"We had to." She shrugged, "Leave it, tell me how it was?"
Crossing her one leg on the couch, Isra began to say, "It was amazing, I mean I did everything so it has to be."
She praised herself and Zain laughed, not looking up at his papers, "Bittersweet parrot." He mocked, knowing she absolutely hated this nickname.
Clicking her tongue at him, "Leave this last remain of gutter. I was telling you, it was lavishing. I arranged everything so perfectly, Boss was so pleased with my work. I think I will get a promotion this time." She grinned, telling her about the events, of how expensive it was and stopped suddenly.
"But, There was something strange." She mused, taking a sip. "What?"
"I mean I work in bride brother's agency and some people were speaking badly about it. I don't understand why Rayan chose me to get this done." She mumbled.
"Isn't it simple, you have been working with him for so long, everything prepares according to his preference, why would he give such an important project to someone else?" Zain answered casually.
"Zain, those were mere occasions, it was memorable."
"Exactly, that's why he chose you." he told her. She hummed, shrugging her shoulders.
"Hmm.. yeah. I think you are right."
At Ahmed household, Mrs Ahmed and Hoorain just talked to Hoor, exaltation at its utmost extent to find her daughter blessed after her marriage, approaching a life of radiant smiles.
"Ah... I am so happy for Hoor Api." Hoorain grinned, putting her head on her mother's shoulder.
"You don't worry, your number is next." Rayan teased with a smirk, coming down with his hand in his trousers.
"Of course not!" She pouted, "Next is Emraz bhai." She smiled, looking at Emraz who was using his phone sitting in front of her.
"Of course." Her mother agreed, gaining his attention.
"Huh? What?" He looked up from his phone. "And you,"
Mrs Ahmed's tone abruptly became stern, looking at Rayan who was sitting on the armrest.
"Hmm?"
"For how long shall we wait? Do you want us to go and talk to Sateesha's parents or not? At least get engaged." She scolded, narrowing her eyes.
He faked a cough, "Yeah? What?"
"Yeah, it's been more than a year, if you truly love her then let us go." Emraz agreed.
"No." he spoke loudly, shaking his head in denial.
"Why?"
"Because.. Mama... um.. Because she is not ready."
"Are you sure you guys are not playing?" Hoorain mumbled. "Hoorain." Rayan said her name in an assertive tone.
"What? I am right. Everyone at Hoor Api's wedding knows that she is your girlfriend so what's the problem?" Hoorain asked.
"I told you, She doesn't want it. Can we talk about something else?" He lied in annoyance, rolling his eyes.
"Ah from something else, You know Emraz, I have found some girls for you, do you wanna take a look at their pictures?" Mrs Ahmed asked sweetly, her face lighting up in glee.
Emraz smiled in return, "Yeah sure. But, Mom, don't expect me to choose one." He smirked and everyone sighed knowing he was going to reject them without even looking.
"Oh, come on." She frowned. "What? I am not refusing?" He made an innocent face.
"Indirectly, you are." She muttered.
"You can tell us if you like a girl." Hoor said, getting up and sitting beside him. Putting his phone down, he turned to her.
"Well, if I will, I will surely tell you." His smile grew wider, pinching her cheeks and getting.
"What kind of girl do you want anyways?" Rayan asked. He stopped, holding his chin.
"Hmm.. someone who knows me and we get along well." He replied and left.
~1 Month Later~
"You won't go back alive if you lie, Hoor." Isra said in an infuriated tone, pacing around her room, pulling her hair in frustration, a growl escaping her lips, utterly pissed at Hoor's statement.
She laughed at her reaction and hummed.
"Of course. I am telling you girl, if my Mother-in-law comes to your place don't be surprised." She teased, pushing Isra more into the unwanted thoughts of anxiety.
"Come on. Have you seen him?" She asked in revolt, stopped, looking at herself in the mirror, fixing her lipstick.
"I don't know about you but Haider's brother Farhan is head over heels for you. He persuaded my Mother-in-law to come to your place and ask for your hand in marriage." Hoor told him.
"Like hell I would let it happen!" She snarled, slamming her lipstick on the dressing table.
Scowling continuously. "What are you gonna do, hmm?" Hoor teased, chuckling at Isra's fury emitting through the phone.
"Hoor. What if I flat out reject him?"
"No avail, he would do something to win your heart... unless you have a lover." She told him.
"I swear, I-" Before she could speak, Hoor cut her off.
"Gotta go, Haider's home. Bye." She laughed and cut the call, leaving Isra lost in consternation to think about Farhan's intentions towards her.
In this situation, there's one person who can actually help her. After taking a deep sigh, Isra called Sateesha.
"Hey." Her sweet voice came. "Hey, Eshu, Can I borrow your boyfriend for a day?" She asked sweetly.
"Rayan? What happened now? Don't tell me you are going to make him an Easter Bunny this time." She said,
"No, no, I was planning to but there's still time for Easter. It's something else. I need your permission, Can I take him to intimidate a guy? I want him to pretend to be my bf and make that guy leave... please." Isra pleaded.
"Hmm? Seems like Isra found her true love." She teased.
"No you too, I want to get rid of him before he reaches my home. Please. Please. I will lend you my golden frock you loved instantly for any event once."
"Done. Just a day, no kissing or anything."
"Thanks girl, I love you so much. Now it leaves convincing Rayan." She said excitedly, relief washing over her face.
"No problem, he won't refuse. I know. Just go." She laughed a little.
"Okay then, talk to you later. Bye."
"Bye." Isra cut the call and finally felt consoled. Having no problem now. The Next day, she went to Rayan to convince him so he could pretend to be her boyfriend just to keep this guy away.
Meeting him to make a humble request.