"What are you doing here? I was looking for you for an hour," Farwa eyed us from head to toe.

" Nothing, I was just asking her about Zara," he went closer to her and held her hands.

" Oh okay, so how am I looking?" She twirled around.

" Beautiful as always, " he smiled at her and the emptiness inside my heart started increasing.

"Well, who's that girl,?" The woman next to Farwa was continuously giving me stares.

"She's Zara's friend," Wajahat replied nonchalantly and a hurt smile formed on my face.

Why I always forgot that I'm just Zara's friend!

"Let's go, Auntie was calling you," Farwa intertwined her hands with his and they walked away.

The woman was scanning my face and I felt uncomfortable under her suspicious gaze. I flashed a weak nervous smile at her but she was still scrutinizing my face.

"You're still here, Mom was asking for you," Zara showed herself.

" Yeah, let's go," thankfully she got my back.

"Who was that weird woman?" I asked Zara.

" Who?" She looked at me in confusion.

"Umm the woman standing beside me, who was wearing a red dress," my heart twitched a little as her image flashed in my mind.

"C'mon she wasn't weird," she let out a soft giggle.

" Who was she?"

" She's Farwa's mom, Mrs. Hafsa, but why are you that curious?" She arched her eyebrows at me.

" Naah nothing, just asking," I flashed the fakest smile at her and she nodded with a little turmoil in her eyes.

" Wow, you're looking so so beautiful," Hammad chirped as he saw me.

" Say MashaAllah," Zara cut him off.

"Oh yeah MashaAllah, Miss Zaynah, let me introduce you to my mom," happiness was dripping from his face and he was looking so adorable.

"Where is Hamza?" I asked running my gaze across the hall.

"He's with Mom, you know how much he's happy, " Zara left us alone, now it was only me and Hammad.

"Where's your mom?" Now I was really being curious to see that amazing lady about whom I was hearing for the past few months.

"No idea, she's probably being ready, hey Do you want something?" He offered me a glass of coke and some snacks.

"Naah, I'm not feeling like eating anything," I didn't know why my heart was shaking without any reason.

I felt an eye at me like someone was watching me. Hammad excused himself and I sat on an empty chair.

Then all of a sudden, everything changed, all eyes were glued on the entrance door and a beautiful figure walked in.

She was the same lady I saw in the photo album but today she was looking different, in her creme Saree with red borders she was walking like a queen.

I was standing there gaping at her as she was so mesmerizing or probably it was affecting me in that way. People started gathering around her and started talking and hugging her. She was smiling and laughing, and I wished I could hug her too.

Lmaooo! What I'm thinking...

Wajahat, Hamza, Hammad, Zara everyone was standing beside her, then a handsome man approached her and stand beside her. He was probably his husband, they both were looking so perfect together.

They all were looking so happy and perfect together and then I realized what it's like to be a family. The incompleteness inside me kept on increasing and I sighed.

Farwa was also there, she was hugging that woman, and that woman was looking at her with so much love that I got jealous. And then I laughed off! I laughed at myself.

Just cuz Zara befriended me I started dreaming of Wajahat. How didn't I see the difference between us? I didn't even have any dress to wear to their party.

And even in this beautiful dress, I was still looking different from them. Farwa was right, getting admission to IISC won't change my identity. I was that middle-class stupid girl whose mom left her, whose mother was a characterless woman for the society and how could I even think to stand between them.

My heart got heavy and I decided to freshen up. I climbed the stairs and reached Zara's room. The first time I noticed Zara's room. How did I never notice the difference between us? I didn't know why I was feeling like this today.

I was walking downstairs when I realized that someone was following me. My heart shivered and started beating fast. I looked everywhere but there was no one. I kept walking but as I was about to reach the staircase, I was dragged by someone.

My eyeballs popped out from its socket and a shriek left my mouth. I didn't understand what was happening to me. Before I could let another scream, my mouth was covered by a hand. Hand? It was a girl's hand.

Was I going to die?

Who's that person and what does she want?

My body became cold like ice and I was dragged into a room. There was no light and I couldn't see the person's face but I knew it was some girl.

"I warned you to stay away from Wajahat but you didn't understand..." She pushed me against the walls and gripped my throat tightly. I was suffocating and struggling for air. I knew I heard this voice before but it didn't click on my mind.

She has still her grip on my throat and I can't breathe... I'm gonna die. But I can't die like this. Do something or die!

I don't know what had gotten into me that I pushed that girl with full force, she wasn't ready for this, she lost her balance and faltered a little but the next second she balanced herself.

"You bitch," She pushed me again and left me in the room. I ran outside, I was panting heavily. My whole body was still shaking and trembling from fear.

Who is that girl and why she is so obsessed with Wajahat, so the guy who was in the college was sent by this girl?

Who can be this girl? Farwa? Hell no, she is a bitch but she doesn't look like this.

You never know Zaynah

But still, Also why would Farwa do this to you like she knows that Wajahat is hers, only hers!

Remember the looks she was giving you when she saw you with Wajahat.

My head started spinning and my heart started jolting from weird feelings.

I wiped off the tears from my face, tried to smooth the creases of my dresses with my hands, and headed downstairs.

"Where were you? I was looking for you everywhere," As I reached the hall, Zara approached me.

My pale face, deshelved hair, and that so obvious fear in my eyes were screaming a lot of things but I was too scared to utter any word.

"What's wrong Zaynah? What happens to you? You okay?" She held me by my shoulders and asked with full concern.

" I don't know," my voice cracked up, I wanted to tell her everything and wanted to cry my heart out but I didn't utter anything further.

"Okay, okay, take this glass and drink it," she handed me a glass of juice and patted my back. She hugged me and it really comforted me. I love that girl.

"Let me introduce you to my aunt, come with me," she smiled and I became nervous.

"I'm not feeling well," I sighed.

"Ohh, okay, but she wants to see you as the whole time Hamza and Hammad were blabbering about you, but no problem, you can meet her another time," she smiled.

" Miss Zaynah, please come...I want you to meet my mom," Hamza showed himself all of a sudden. His face had a different smile and excitement was dancing in his eyes. I didn't wanna let down that boy so I agreed to go with him.

As I was walking towards them, my eyes landed on Farwa who just came from somewhere, her hair was deshelved and her sleeves were torn, her makeup was smudged all over her face and she was looking pale.

My head started spinning, she couldn't be Farwa, it was unbelievable. But it was so obvious. She was probably jealous of me and how could I forget that she never liked me and she always did her best to humiliate me like the last time at Zara's party. But I never knew that she could go to that extent, she could harm me like this. But also she was the only one who loves Wajahat. God, how can I be that stupid? And I am living with her in the same room. My heart was thumping and I pushed back the tears which were threatening to come

"What happened Miss Zaynah, let's go," Hamza's voice took me back to reality and I composed myself. I drank a glass of water but my heart was still shaking. I needed distraction like I couldn't holler here, I needed to rethink it with a calm mind. I shrugged my head off everything and started walking with Hamza.

I stood in front of that beautiful lady, as I went closer, I realized that she was more beautiful than pictures.

She tilted her head to see her and her expressions started changing. There was turmoil in her beautiful eyes and I was looking at her in confusion as it felt like she was searching someone in me. Her eyes twitched and a word left her mouth, "Wajeeha,"