Third Person's POV:--

"That damn hurts."

"It was supposed to hurt." Retorted Iqra running after Zoya.

"Why are you making a big deal out of it?" Asked Zoya running out of breath, as she peeks through her shoulder to see Iqra was still after her with a murderous look on her face.

"How could you hide such an important thing from me, Zoya? All I want to do right now is kill you with my bare hand." Iqra yelled on the top of her lungs, as she came to a stop and leaning on the sofa. Taking deep breaths, with her hands on her hip glaring at Zoya.

"Time Please!!!" Zoya pleaded, slightly sitting on the stool that was opposite of Iqra. As she closed her eyes and was trying to steady her heart as well as her breathing. A horrific scream escapes her lips, when she slightly opened her eyes and saw Iqra was walking towards her with an evil smirk on her face. With a weapon on her hand like basketball.

"IQQI!! REHAM KHAOO MUJHPE!! HOW WOULD I KNEW THAT THE AYAAN KHAN YOU ARE OBBESED WITH IS THE SAME AYAAN I KNEW!!!" She screams running away from her.

"HOW CAN YOU NOT? I TALK ABOUT HIM ALL THE TIMES AND EVEN SAW YOU HIS PICTURE." Iqra yells offended.

"Actually..............., I did...n't saw his picture." She said hesitantly, leaving Iqra in disbelief and more mad at her.

"SO YOU WERE DOZING OFF ME WHENEVER I TALKED ABOUT HIM?" Iqra asked titling her head and with a wicked smile on her face.

"BETA, AAJ TOH TU GAE!!" With that Iqra threw the basketball in her direction.

"AMMI!!!!!!!!"

Nasreen (Zoya's Ammi) who was done cooking Dinner ran out of the kitchen and appears in the hall to see Iqra and Zoya were frozen in their places and was looking at her with fear and dreadful look on their faces.

"AMMI!!! YEH DEKHE YE DO CHUDAILO NE MERE SAATH KYA KIYA!!" Iram hissed in pain with tears streaming down her face, her both hands were placed on her head where the ball just hit her.

"Such a Drama Queen." Both Iqra and Zoya mutters lowly.

"Ye kuch jyada Nahi ho gaya?" Iqra asked lowly to Zoya, referring to the pile of cooking vessels that was waiting for to be washed by them.

"AMMI ARE YOU SURE THIS IS OURS? KAHI BAAJU WAALO (NEIGHBOURS) KE BARTAN TOH NAHI HAI NA ISME?" Zoya asked loudly in a sarcastic tone.

"NAHI BETA, IT'S OURS. BUT IF YOU WANT, I CAN BRING THEIRS TOO." Yells Nasreen in a soft voice through the hall, while watching some serial on TV with Iram by her side, enjoying themselves.

Iqra almost drop the plate that she was washing by hearing these. While Zoya laughed at herself for the punishment that she was receiving for the sin that she never did.

"I think he has feelings for you." Iqra states suddenly.

"Wh-Who?" Zoya stutters, cowardly looking away from her to at the vessel in front of her.

"Ayaan." And just by the mention of him, her heart started beating in a different speed.

"IQRA ZARA PAANI LANA!!!" Iram demands from the hall, making both of them clench their teeth in annoyance.

"Ha Jaaye, Maharani Saahiba Ka Farmaan Aya Hai." Zoya's said with a fake smile on her face.

"Ha Kyu Nahi." Smirks Iqra, while pouring water in a glass and sprinkling two teaspoon salt in it.

The corner of Zoya's mouth curved into a smile.

As Iqra exits the kitchen, Zoya couldn't help but think about earlier how she met Ayaan again today.

"Yrr, Zoya Tum Pakka London Se Toh Nahi Aare Ho Na? Itna Time Lagta Hai Kya Bhala!" Shouted Iram a bit angrily, making Zoya pull away the Mobile away from her ear. Seeing how pissed Iram is getting second by second, Zoya increased her speed.

"Bas Aa Hi Gae Hu." Zoya assured her, to which Iram retorted quickly.

"ZOYA MALIK, YOU ARE SAYING THE SAME THING FROM THE LAST FIFTEEN MINUTES!!!"

"Zoya, tum Esse Chodo Aur Batao Ki Tum exactly Ho Kaha? You know how she is when it comes to food. Since the time we arrive all Iram is doing is eyeing everyone food." Said Iqra with a bit of laughter in the end.

"I am right outside the restaurant." Zoya said crossing the road and walking towards the restaurant, Delhi Zaika.

"She is such a liar." Iram muttered to Iqra on the other side of the Mobile, which Zoya heard.

"Main Jhoot Nahi Bol--" She was cut off, as they hung up on her.

She literally run towards the restaurant and ignoring the weirds looks that she was getting from around her.

***

After reaching inside, where they were supposed to be, Zoya bend down and start taking deep breath. As she was running out of breath from all the running.

"ZOYA!!" Her head shot up upon hearing someone calling her name.

Until she saw, Iram was waiving at her desparately and sending a silent message through her eyes, as 'Please Come here'. With a frown on Zoya face, she walks towards her and raised her eyebrows as if asking 'What's the matter?'.

To which Iram pointed towards their right, where Iqra was talking with a male. Whose face Zoya can't see, as he was standing with his back to her. Iqra was talking continuously with excitement with happiness literally written on her face.

"What's wrong with her?" Zoya asked in a low voice to Iram, who shakes her head in a dramatic manner.

"She is in her fan mode."

"Pehali Maat Bhujao Iram. Sidai Batao." Zoya said as a matter of fact.

Iram with her fingers asked her to come closer and when Zoya did. She whispered in her ear, "That person with whom she is talking is none other, than the person with whom she is obsessed with."

"Seriously?" Pulling away from her, Zoya glared at her.

"AYAAN KHAN!" Iram said a bit loudly, making the Ayaan who was standing in front of Iqra turned around and glanced at the source of voice.

His eyes fell on Iram and then on Zoya. A glimpse of happiness appears in his eyes, when he saw the girl that has been ruling his mind and heart from their very first meet.

He started walking towards her, all the while with his eyes on her. Whereas Zoya was in a daze by his mere presence. Her heart which was second ago beating normally was now beating fast.

In that moment, it felt like they both were alone in the restaurant and no one matter. Both of their eyes were on each other.

While the twins now stood together with confused and curious look on their faces, about to witness the very beginning of the love story of Zoya and Ayaan, which will left Romio and Juliet story's behind.

"Aakhir Hamari Mulaqat Phirse Ho Hi Gae." He smirked, when he was a few inches away from her.

"I came here alone. Want to accompany me?" He asked her.

"I can't." She uttered with great difficulty.

"Why?" He asked immediately.

"I came here with my friends, I can't ditch them." She said after clearing her throat. Looking away from him to see even some staff and waiters were looking at them.

"They can join us too.". But before she can protest, Iqra answered for her.

"We would love to."

They followed Ayaan, only to get escorted to a VIP section, which was isolated from the normal table. Seating on the chair and keeping her purse on the side chair, Zoya was busy observing the room with her curious eyes.

All the while feeling his eyes on her, which was making her tingly inside. Iram and Iqra who feeling quite uncomfortable, feeling like a third wheel between them, decided to start a conversation.

"You know, I am one of your biggest fan." Sequels Iqra, making Ayaan look away from Zoya to Iqra with a guinine smile on his face.

"Her gallery is full of your photos. And whenever you post something on any social websites, she is the first one to like and comment on it." Commented Iram, making Iqra slightly blushed.

"Well, I feel grateful to have a such a sweet and loyal fan like you." He said softly, making Iqra feel like she's on the top of the world.

Whereas, Zoya who was looking around felt slightly envy, she herself don't know why.

"If you don't mind, can I ask you a question?" Iram asked sitting a little straighter.

"Sure. As long as it not something personal." He chuckled.

"How do you know Zoya?" She asked titling her head.

"Who Zoya?" He frowns, pulling his cap that was on his hair and kept it on the table and fixes his hair.

Zoya who was about to take a sip of Coco-Cola felt all her body got tense. A sweat from head ran down her neck, just by the thought how would he react when he gets to know her real name isn't Zara. But Zoya.

"Here my friend is Zoya Malik, about whom she is asking about." Iqra stated clearly, making him look at Zoya immediately. Whereas Zoya was looking at her hands, feeling a bit guilty and was biting her lower lip.

"Zoya...." He whispered lowly, as if tasting that name on his lips, which Zoya obviously heard. She peeked at her through her eyelashes, stealing some glances at him.

"Please, excuse me!" Declares Ayaan abruptly standing up and fakes a smile towards Iqra and Iram. Not at all looking at Zoya.

With that he dashes out of the room, leaving sadness inside Zoya's heart.

"He is behaving weird, isn't he?" Questions Iram.

Zoya stands up and without giving any talking to them. She walks towards the door from where he disappeared.

She saw him pacing outside, with his hand in his pockets.

Making her way towards him, she called out to him softly, "Ayaan".

Hearing her sweet melodic voice, he turned around to see she was standing right in front of him. She was playing with the end of her dupatta, indicating how nervous she was. She wasn't looking at him in the eye, afraid of getting lose in it.

"Jhoot Bola Tumne Mujhse." This made her lift her gaze until it set on his.

"Toh Kya Karte Main. Tum Hi Batao." She said to him.

"You could have told the truth today." He said raising his voice a bit.

"I was about to, but this all happened. I am sorry." She said honestly.

"Zoya, don't you feel some connection between us?" He asked closing some distance between them.

"I-I d-dont know w-what you are talking about." She stutters, turning her back to him.

"Don't Lie. From the moment I met you, you is all that I think about. Wondering how you were and what you were doing? I don't know about you, but I surely do feel something about you."

"A-" She was cut off, as he placed his fingers on his lips, shutting her off.

Zoya eyes him and then his finger that was placed on her lips. Just by his mere touch, her heart beat skips.

"I am not done talking yet!" He said authoritatively, making a shiver run down her body.

"Kehte Hai Jo Ek Baar Mile, Woh Mauka." He said with intensity in his eyes.

"Jo Dusre Baar Mile Usse Ittefaq.

"Aur Jo Teesri Baar Mile Usse Kismat Kehte Hai."

"Tum Maano Ya Na Maano, Zoya. Hum Dono Ki Kismat Ek Dusre Se Judi Hue Hai."

Assalamualaikum Everyone!!!!

How was the update? Indeed a very long chapter;)