Thinking of Naira's way of dealing with things, Arna remembered Noor and the lady around her, "Noor was doing something on a laptop at Sweet tooth dessert cafe. She was so into that she didn't even see me walking by her and sat there for fifteen minutes."

She wanted to ask Noor if everything was going well with her. But a thought arose if in case Noor was trying to cheat by transferring the money from her personal bank account by taking a stranger's help to get the money.

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Hence she was too attentive to know what Noor was up to but she couldn't identify it. Now hearing Naira's audio with video, she guessed Arsh will be keeping an eye on Noor too.

Her opinion on Naira as a girlfriend for Arsh was already wavering, she wouldn't let Noor be one either if she was cheating.

Ivan noticed her scowling and Arsh wasn't bothering to respond to her. He craved to smack him but controlled. 'Noor is going to be Arna's sister-in-law, shouldn't he clear the misunderstandings?' He thought with a sigh.

Ivan knew what Noor was doing as Arsh had got a call from security saying Noor coincidentally met a social media influencer, "She was working as a waitress but a customer had some problem with a laptop which had very important data." He didn't bother telling Arna that she was a famous influencer who works on reviewing food and restaurants.

That much was enough to put Arna's heart at ease. Ivan continued, "Looking at the customer crying and calling for help to resolve the problem, Noor is helping her out."

Arna was impressed to know Noor was helping her instead of working and earning more money.

Arna was nodding at Ivan before she realized the important matter and asked, "How does she know to restart the laptop when the OS hangs up? I think I gave the laptop for repair when I overloaded it with multiple apps." She laughed in embarrassment.

Ivan turned to Arsh who was looking at the road seemingly lost in thoughts. But he knew Noor might reach them in a minute or two so his eyes were there.

Ivan again chose to respond to the girl who was eagerly waiting for a response, "Your brother, who else."

Arna was confused, she knew Arsh was helping Noor in her studies but it was only until school and there was no subject to learn about the computer operating system restoration.

"Guys, am I missing something?" She asked.

Ivan really wanted to tell 'If you were at home, you would have realized it.' Nevertheless, he controlled it and flicked on her forehead, "You are missing a lot." He cued her to watch Arsh.

Rubbing her forehead, she saw Arsh's gaze that was at the corner of the road avert away. Even though he was nonchalant, she turned around and saw a Ferrari driving up, for no reason she assumed it might be Naira when it came to halt in front of them.

An elegant lady alighted from the driver's side and Arna remembered she was the same one from the dessert cafe. By the time another side door could open, the lady opened the door and stretched her hand.

They were expecting Noor's hand to be placed on her hand but she held bags that had the logo of Sweet tooth cafe and Noor stepped out holding another two bags.

"Thank you so much…" Noor's soft voice reached their ears.

Then two ladies stood in front of three but the lady's eyes alternated between handsome men in fascination.

Narrowing her eyes at the lady, Arna stood in front of Ivan who didn't know what to do with Arna.

She stays out of the country for 360 days and was behaving protectively of him when she noticed ogling eyes. What about those 360 days?

Meanwhile, Noor stretched her hand at Arsh with a bag, "I brought some snacks for you all. It has coffee too, please have it before it gets cold." Her words were directed to three but only one heard her as he took that bag with other bags too.

She quickly took the different bag and stretched her hand at Arna, "Sister Arna, this has your favorite tea."

Arna snapped out from her staring game and asked her as she took the bag from Noor, "How do you know my favorite tea?"

She turned behind to face Ivan thinking he might have told her before she gasped looking at Arsh, "Bro, you…" before another word could be out, Ivan wrapped his hand around her shoulder, another hand closed her mouth and took her away with a bag of snacks and coffee, "Thank you, Noor."

Noor took the bags from the lady's hand and remembered she forgot to introduce her thinking that coffee will get cold, "Miss. Chasley, I came with them, please don't worry about dropping me home." She didn't introduce Arsh because once she had introduced her classmate to Arsh and he had big frowns of dislike.

Miss. Chasley tried to strike a conversation but seeing the young man ignore her presence, she sighed internally. She whispered to Noor, "Noor, you friends are handsome and that girl is beautiful. Looking at them, I feel like I know them but I am not sure."

Noor smiled before telling their identities out of respect, "She is Arna Morgan, you might have heard about her."

Ms. Chasley gasped before pointing to the man in front of her after tracing the similarities, "He is Arsh Morgan, and that guy is Ross, Wait, I know his name… Ivan Ross. You are? Noor… Noor… Director Noor Wood?" Noor's face wasn't as famous as others.

Noor giggled as she nodded. "You are right."

Ms. Chasley asked after her almost instantly, "I heard Naira Wood is the girlfriend of Arsh Morgan or Ivan Ross. Where is she?"

Arsh's face darkened. Once the rumors start, it is impossible to die down. He felt hatred bubbling up for Naira.

Noor didn't want to tell Arna loves Ivan as both of their identities are sensitive and Ms. Chasley is a social media influencer. "They are just rumors."

Arsh was happy with the response so he didn't butt in.

Ms. Chasley nodded before shaking Noor's hand, "Alright then, I will take my leave. It was really a pleasure meeting you. Thank you for saving me today."

Noor smiled and bid her.

Turning back to Arsh, she promptly revealed, "I have 500 bucks." The rest she had spent on snacks for them.

Arsh kept the coffee cup to her hand and said indifferently, "Drink before it gets cold."

Noor who never could read between his lines silently sipped her coffee with a slice of pastry.