"Bhai please, we're already late." Falak whined at Ateeb, who was still busy in his documents.

"Ok ok! Just a minute more." He noted a few important points in his documents and glanced at Falak.

It was Fiza's nikah and they were supposed to be there at the function hall 15 minutes earlier. Kafeel and Tehreem had already left for the venue half n hour ago.

"Bhai please there's not enough time and you have to get ready too."

"I'm already ready princess." He smiled at her and closed his laptop.

"Ready? Bhai!! seriously??" She asked with wide eyes. Ateeb laughed at her expression and straightened his disheveled tie. He was dressed in charcoal grey suit with crisp white shirt and a simple dark navy blue tie.

"Bhai! We're not going on your boring business conference meetings so please change into some thing traditional." She said.

"Please bhai please." She pleaded when he was about to say something.

"Princess this is more than enough and there will be dad's friends and business colleagues too, so that shouldn't be a problem."

"Ok!  I'll let Mehek know." She shrugged her shoulders and stood from the couch.

"Let her know What!?"

"That you denied." she smiled at him. A smile too sweet to be digested.

"Denied!? What did I deny!?" Ateeb was hyper aware now.

"To dress up in that dress. It was her choice." She pointed out towards the bag which was in his bed. Ateeb groaned, to which Falak laughed.

They reached the venue twenty five minutes later. Falak was outside the venue hall. She was looking around the parking lot waiting for Ateeb to come. Mehek noticed Falak standing right outside the main entrance, she walked towards her.

"Hey!" Falak turned towards Mehek and hugged her.

"Hey bhabhi jaan! Assalamu alaikum." Mehek blushed at the words bhabhi jaan.

"Where were you? I was waiting for...." Mehek was cut off mid sentence by Ateeb's voice.

"Assalamu alaikum." Falak chipped before she could reply.

"Uh huh! I think I should go meet everyone else." She said smiling and was gone before Mehek could protest.

After gathering a few tons of bravery and with great difficulty Mehek turned towards Ateeb.

"You didn't answer. " he whispered. She looked at him with a puzzled expression. Ateeb was awestruck with the beauty in front of him.

She was dressed in  Plain blood red satin anarkali with a shimmering gold duppatta, she looked so beautiful it was nearly impossible for him to divert his eyes. Mehek blushed.

"Masha Allah." A whisper near her ears was all it took for Mehek to lose all those tons and tons of bravery she had gathered.

"Thank you!" He said, Mehek again looked at him with a puzzled expression. He pointed towards his attire. Which was a simple embroidered white Kurta with plain silver lining on the edges of the embroidery. She rewarded him with a beautiful shy smile and ran away towards the hall. Leaving a lovestruck Ateeb behind. He smiled at her and strode towards the hall.

Hey there my sweeties!!!

Sorry sorry sorry! I know this is a very very short chapter.

Insha Allah I'll update the next part as soon as I get lots and lots of comments, vote and ideas for the next chapter.

Well I hope you guys love Ateeb mehek part of the story.*fingers crossed*

I really wanna know sweeties, you want a chapter form the past or the present.

As I haven't written the next chapter yet. Your ideas will be given first priority sweeties,and If I like the response of my beloved readers. Insha Allah I'll update two chapters back to back.

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                Kiara💞