4 years later:

Author's POV:

New York - Manhattan

It is recovery month of February finally the sun slightly peeked showing some mercy from December and January's chilly breeze making people to switch off from those heavy woolen jackets and gloves to light woolen jackets at least for afternoon and enjoy the warmth but, the movement in Luxurious Chic is still in shambles; everyone in the office are restless.

"Where are the ruffles in the sleeves", Why is the fabric dyed in Baby blue? It needs to be in Turkish blue",  "The slit is too high; change the skirt",  "The pattern is too loud and the flowers need to be attached at the hem of the dress, not at the waistline" ,"None of the outfits are finalised; Re-do the work and bring it back." A lady wearing a pink sweater and blazer along with black trousers, wrapping pink coloured hijab around her head, is validating all the designs of her team. She gets agitated, as none of the final outfits are up to the mark and orders everyone to make modifications, pointing out all the details in each outfit.

The lady is none other than Neha Ali, one of the leading fashion designers at Luxurious Chic, and this year finally she got the opportunity to showcase her talent on a few outfits of the fashion house in one of the upcoming notable events in America—The New York Fashion Week.

"It's fine, girl; you still have two days for the final submission," said Jennifer, her boss's assistant, who saw the potential of Neha in Mumbai and advised her to come to New York. She has been her bone and strength since 4 years, calming down Neha after her outburst. 

"How Jenny, this is my do-or-die situation. You know right, I have been waiting for this for two years. I lost the last time in the summer collection final round due to a single colour change, and Now, I don't even have one finalised outfit." Neha was bursting out of her emotions.

New York Fashion Week, which is one of the biggest four fashionable events in the entire world, is celebrated bi-annually, showcasing winter and summer collections during February and September, respectively. 

Luxurious Chic is said to be one of the show-stopping fashion brands, having multiple fashion designers in the house. It conducts a competition in the house, and the jury finalises the outfit a day before the D-day for the display, making it an enthusiastically waiting moment for the public.

 Neha has been constantly applying for the contest for two years, and last year during the summer event, she was just rejected by stating that the colour of one of the outfits was just too warm and did not reflect the bright summer. 

That day Neha was broken and promised herself that in the winter collection her designs will be displayed in the New York fashion show

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Next Day

Neha quickly entered her office thinking about her outfits, and due to it, she even missed her daily dose of coffee and breakfast. Seeing her dishevelled state, Jennifer entered her cabin and said, "Darling, How many times do I have to tell you to not miss your breakfast? I am sure you haven't slept last night, right? Come on, have this sandwich and coffee, and resume your work." Jennifer forwarded a packet of breakfast; she was a mother figure to Neha in this place of strangers having no option. 

Neha grabbed the packet, had the sandwich, and took a sip of coffee, which brought her adrenaline back to normal to start the day.

Finally, by the end of the day, she was able to modify all the changes and submit her final outfits on time.

 "Alhamduillah, finally everything is completed and I hope at least now I will be able to showcase my talent to the world," muttering numerous praises to Allah. Neha called her parents; due to the stress of submission and regular chaos, she was unable to call them regularly, but now she can talk peacefully.

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India - Bangalore 

"Ammi, Where is Adil? I am calling him for half an hour, but he is not answering. I have to go to the airport, but he is not there yet," Afsha asked her mother after coming out of her room.

"I do not know Affu; even his car is missing from the parking lot," said Sumaiyya, who had just entered the house.

Understanding the situation, Afsha called Saniya, "Assalamualaikum Aapi, We are on the way. Are you ready?" Saniya, who received Afsha's call, answered without listening on the other side.

As understood, Afsha smiled and assured Sumaiyya through her eyes about the presence of the person. Sumaiyya smiled and went to her room.

"Waalaikumassalam, I have been ready for half an hour, and Danish will be landing in 20 minutes. Where did you guys leave?" Afsha was slightly annoyed by their attitude. 

Mohammed Danish, husband of Afsha, is returning from New York from his 6-months work trip, and Afsha, who was missing her husband was so excited to meet him that she left the office earlier and directly came to Raza Mansion to receive him along with her brother Adil, but the brother-sister duo have been missing for an hour.

"We are here." As soon as Afsha completed her sentence there came two voices rather shouts from the main door handling many balloons and a bouquet of roses in their hands.

"Tsk, Tsk Aapi, My sweet jiju is arriving at least show some enthusiasm" Saniya ran towards Afsha and mocked her.

"I pity on my jiju; he got a very unromantic wife. I would have returned back if my wife would have received me this dry and cold" Adil scoffed looking from head to toe in a mocking way, to which Afsha just rolled her eyes. 

This is nothing new to her; she was always pulled fun by her siblings for being unromantic, which is clearly untrue; she is just not on PDA.

"But don't worry, we are here, We bought the gifts on your behalf. Now you have to just make us your special lasagna as compensation. That's it." Saniya cooed Afsha, to which both got their ears twisted from none other than Afsha. 

"You both are not getting anything. Where were you both, and please don't give excuses of these balloons and roses? I know you both went to have your chat (indian street food) right and regarding your jiju, he will be landing in 10 minutes; both of you are making excuses and just delaying it," to which both smiled sheepishly and got ready to go and receive their jiju along with Afsha.

After receiving their Danish, of course with balloons and roses, along with some teasing sessions of Adil and Saniya, they are returning back to their house. Danish suddenly stopped the car near the ice cream parlour for the treat to everyone, but it was especially for his wife, whom he was meeting after six months.

"Order whatever you want guys, treat is on me," said Danish, who went to the counter to order for himself and Afsha.

 "You will be ordering her favourite almond roast right," Saniya teased Adil, reminding him of her chocolate brown almond eyes, which he can drown even in sleep, turning his lip upwards and a slight crimson on his neck. Nodding as yes, Adil went to order one almond roast for himself and one strawberry delight for Saniya, leaving smirking Saniya.

After taking their seats, Danish initiated the conversation, "By the way, thank you for the balloon and roses, my sweet sister-in-law and brother-in-law," to which both just turned their faces towards the couple as hopelessly lost cases, and the couple laughed looking at them.

"Who would say that the well-known interior designer and model, Saniya Khalid and notable lawyer Adil Raza simply could not pull off the play correctly?" Afsha mockingly pitied them as sweet revenge for their previous act. 

Continuing their laughter session, they finished their ice cream and returned to Raza Mansion. 

After the dinner, everyone sat in the living room, where Danish was distributing the gifts he brought for everyone. 

"Jiju, I must say your choice of clothing is marvellous; the dresses are awesome." Saniya exclaimed, to which everyone agreed; even Adil, who is particular about his clothes, liked it. 

"Jazakallahu khair, but my sister helped me in choosing it," Danish replied, to which everyone was confused as he doesn't have any sisters in New York as per their knowledge. 

Understanding their gestures, Afsha clarified, "Actually, Ayesha's friend stays there and Danish treats her as a sister."

"How's Ayesha, by the way? she is a cute and bubbly girl" Recalling her, Sumaiyya enquires.

"Alhamdulillah, she is good Ammi and Khaala (Anjum, Ayesha's mother) have invited us next week for dinner. I had a talk yesterday while returning, as Ayesha wanted a few things from her friend." Danish smiles, remembering Ayesha's list of gifts. 

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Finally our hero, Adil Raza has entered the story . What are your opinions on him?

So a revelation to you all Danish and Ayesha are maternal cousins i.e., Danish's mother and Ayesha's mother are sisters

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