Hey!!!

How's Ramzan Going for everyone?

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It's superrrrrrrr short because people wouldn't stop messaging me.

It doesn't take me a day to come up with chaps, unless I already have it all planned out. Then I have to edit it, read it so many times to make sure it all makes sense (and even then sometimes it doesn't). In short, It takes a lot time.

I appreciate you messages but I had been busy studying for the past month. Thora chill karo yaar, I have a lot of other things to take care of right now and Abhi Abhi exams Se jaan chooti hai, saans Toh lene do ☹️☹️😅

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ROOP'S POV

"Oh my gawd!" a gasp escaped from my lips as I looked around myself, observing my surroundings. If anything close to being Royal I have ever seen, it was this room!

"You like it?" Waqas' voice grabbed my attention, just when I was about to run my fingers along the fabric of this dark brown couch. His soft lips touched my shoulders, taking me by surprise. I looked at him and he raised an eyebrow, smiling at me.

His dark brown eyes pierced through my skin, sending chills down my spine.

"Like? Not really," I shrugged, addressing his question, and stepped away from him. I was loving it!

"What? Are you serious? This is the most expensive room here!" He spoke behind me, "and the best hotel!"

Getting the exact response from him that I had expected, I smirked to myself. He sighed before he made me turn to look at him, "you really don't like it?"

I stared in those eyes, blinking at me, desperate for my reply. Like if I said no, he will leave this hotel instantly.

"Mazak Kar rahi Thi," I told him and reached out to pull his cheek, "I love it."

He pushed my hand away instantly and scowled at me, "pagal kaheen Ki."

I giggled before giving him a quick kiss on his cheek. "It's amazing. I love it."

"Come I'll show you the bedroom," he smiled and dragged me to the other side of the suite. There was a door that led to another huge room with darker and warmer setting. There were candles set out in different places of the room, their fragrance made the whole place smell like vanilla, and dark purple curtains were drawn, giving the room a romantic feel. Cute

"This bed looks so good! Yeh room Mera, you can adjust on the couch outside," I yawned as I plopped down on the bed and cuddled a large white pillow.

"Couch? Oh hello madam, I didn't pay to sleep on the couch!" Waqas groaned in disbelief and ran up to the bed to claim his space.

"And this is my pillow," he pulled the pillow I was cuddling, dragging me with it.

"No mine!" I pulled it back with as much force as possible, "chorho!"

"Tu chorh! This is mine! Your's is under your head!" He said as he pulled it towards him again.

"Mujhe dono chahiye!" I screamed like an annoying three year old and a sound, of something tearing, followed.

"Haw! You ripped it Waqas! Now leave it!" I pulled the pillow, looking down at the ripped corner.

"I ripped it? Jhoothi!" he tugged on it, harshly, dragging me along with it. I helplessly rolled over to the other side of the bed and Waqas fell back on the floor, taking half of the pillow with him.

"Happy now? Phad diya na? Khush?" I huffed, staring at the other half that was left in my hands.

"Yeah man, now we will have to share one pillow!" He grinned at me as he stood up from the floor and patted the feathers away from his clothes.

"Unless of course, if you have dandruff or jaun in you hair," he added, making me gasp.

"Jaun? Mere baalon main?" I asked him. Basically giving him a chance to change his statement.

"You know sir Shakespeare said something really relatable," he pointed up at the ceiling as a frown appeared on his forehead when he tried recalling whatever Shakespeare said.

"If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head!" He added with a proud smile on his lips. I am sure my jaw was touching the ground. He compared my hair to wire?

Salaa Shakespeare Buddha!

"Aapne khud Ke Baal dekhe hain? Kisi ghosle se kam Nahi Hein! Aisa lagta hai personal tropical forest khol rakha hai!" I tipped the rest of the feathers on Waqas, ruining his hard work, "bade aaye mere baalon pe comment karne wale!"

"Arrey main toh bas Shakespeare Ki kahi Kuch achi baaton Ko Yaad Kar raha tha! Tum Kyu mooh bana rahi ho jaise chor Ki dardi main tinka?" He laughed as he stepped away from me and ran out of the room.

I was about to run after him but then I chose to stay back and relax. Bhaago jitna bhaagna hai!

WAQAS's POV

I ran down the living room and hid behind the couch. Finding it hard to control my laugh, I pressed my hand against my mouth and took deep breaths to calm myself.

Fir Se shair Ke mooh mai haath daal diya, Waqas! I sighed and patiently waited for her. After about ten minutes of waiting, I realised she was not going to come, so I stood up and walked back to the room only to have a bucket full of feathers to welcome me.

"What the–" I almost cursed, looking down at my clothes, while Roop laughed at me. I stared at her, patiently waiting for her to calm down.

"Hairs be wires, Han? This is what you will look like with hair fall!" She sneered, plopping down on the bed again.

"Excuse me? What do you mean by hair fall?" I narrowed my eyes at her, "Ache khase Baal hai mere!"

"Budhappe main hair fall hota hai Waqas. Woh bhi White baal. So chill!" She threw a flying kiss at me, making me huff.

"Buddhi hogi tu!" I countered back.

"Lekin main Toh pagal hoon na!" She grinned in return, "buddhi Kaise hui?"

I was going to counter back, but then I realised what she said there, and smirked at her. "Chal, at least you admitted you are pagal."

"Don't act smart with me, Waqas!" She warned me, pointing her finger at me, as I casually walking up to my bag and pulled out a pair of jeans.

"What if I do? Will you strangle me with your wire like hair?" I asked her, teasingly, and she huffed behind me as I chuckled.

"And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare," I spoke as I walked back to the bed and smiled at her, "as any she belied with false compare."

"What?" She frowned at me. I don't blame her; Shakespeare does tend to go right over your head all the freaking time.

I chuckled, shaking my head, and cupped her cheek with my right hand, "And yet, I swear before heaven, I think she is just as extraordinary as any woman that may be described with false comparisons."

She gulped as two small lines appeared right between her eyebrows again. "What?" She mumbled, adorably, almost making me laugh.

"Kuch Nahi, go get ready, we have to go," I told her and stepped away. Grabbing the rest of my clothes, I went outside to let her change here. But not before catching another glimpse of her confused look.

Ab lagta hai yeh pehle Kyun Nahi mili?

MALVIKA's POV

"Stop it!" I groaned as I flipped another page of Soha's design album while she was busy fighting with Adeel.

"Do I look like Hritik from 'Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara' joTu mere liye Ye pink phone layi?" Adeel bickered, earning nothing but a shrug from Soha.

"Ab itni jaldi Ye hi mila. Either use it or stop complaining because I am not buying you any other replacement," she told him, pointing her index finger at him.

He groaned irritatedly and came back to his beach chair. "Tum larkiyan itni irritating hoti ho, I swear!"

"Aww!" Soha pouted in return and rolled her eyes, "we are only trying to be like you guys in this male dominated cruel world."

"I'll give you that!" I chuckled at her comeback, and hi-fived her.

"Pata ni Maine Aisa kya gunnah kiya tha Ki tum dono Ke beech main phass Gaya hoon?" Adeel grumbled as he lied down his chair and slapped his cap on his face.

"Toh yahan Kar kya raha hai? Where is my Adeel, Han?" I asked him, "just go, flirt around, you will feel better."

"Flirt around?" He repeated my words, giving me a look, "Badi acchi image hai Meri."

"Woh Toh hai," Soha chuckled, "now keep the phone or—"

"Nahi chahiye Tera phone," Adeel huffed before she finished and she threw the phone in her hand bag.

"It was so cute, with hello kitty charms and butterfly stickers!" Soha giggled, teasing him, and he groaned again.

"Chalo koi baat nai. Tumhaari kaunsi girlfriend call karne wale thi?" I asked him, mockingly, and he sighed, choosing to stay quiet.

"Hogi koi firangi," someone chuckled behind us and Soha instantly stood up.

"Waqas!" She shrieked as she ran behind Adeel and I. Both of us turned to look behind us and smiled, seeing Roop and Waqas there.

"Been so long since we met. Hi, Roop!" She spoke as she hugged Roop and Adeel moved over to them. I just smiled at Waqas and looked at Roop.

"Hi Roop," I spoke. She looked at me for a split second and looked away. Her face held a blank expression; it was so hard to read that it made me feel uncomfortable. Adeel glanced at me with a known look on his face and I sighed, looking away.

She seemed fine the other day. Did Waqas tell her about me? She doesn't hate me, does she?

"Where is Hussain?" Waqas asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Dress rehearsal," Adeel told him.

"We couldn't meet after that day. How are you now?" I tried asking Roop as I pulled on a smile. Waqas looked between both of us but, I guess she wasn't willing to address me.

"Waqas, come let's find Hussain," Adeel pulled him away from us and Roop turned towards Soha.

"Soha mujhe apne models dikhao na, I really want to see what happens back stage!" Roop requested her, to which Soha replied with a smile. "Waqas told me about your craze, dekhna one day we will compete in this show!"

"Nai Yaar, friends main kaisa competition," Roop chuckled, hugging her sideways, "let's go?"

Soha nodded at her and looked at me. "Are you coming?" She asked me and I glanced at Roop, unsure.

"Nahi, I have to edit ab article in time, you guys carry on," I smiled at them. Soha dragged Roop with her towards the tall building and I sighed, staring at their retrieving figure.

Maybe Waqas did tell her? Do I need to talk to her? But what if all this is just in my mind?

WAQAS' POV

"Everything is perfect, right? I swear if the cake has pineapple in it, then I'll kill you!" I warned Adeel as he and I walked out of the hotel and reached his rented car. He was taking me to the place I had booked for Roop's birthday.

"Dude, I hate pineapple in cake too okay? Trust me I did my research before placing the order," he sighed and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Okay fine, but you didn't read the message I wanted on the cake, right?" I asked him as he unlocked the car. He was about to open his door when he stopped and smirked at me.

"Happy birthday to the most beautiful Pagal Wala? Nahi padha," he shook his head and I groaned in annoyance.

"Adeel saale Tu marr kyun Nahi jaata?" I grumbled, punching the top of the car.

"Tu apne kaam khud karna seekh kyun Nahi jata?" He laughed in return, "deewaro ke bhi kaan hote Hein, Woh Toh for bhi message tha, Khol Ke padh liya."

"Yeh Toh phir bhi car hai, Tere upar Se chala doon?" I smiled, sarcastically, at him and he shrugged.

"Yeh Mera mooh hai, Soha, Malvika Aur Hussain Ko bhi kal invite karoon?" He smiled, pointing at his mouth, and I huffed in defeat.

"Don't you dare!" I warned him as he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth and wore his Ray bans.

"Idea bura Nahi hai waise," he nodded to himself and opened the door to sit inside.

I groaned, knowing that now I'll have to sweet talk him into not spilling the beans. Roop Ka birthday surprise Aur kya kya karwayega?

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How was it after so long?? :3

Next one might take time since its going to Be long.

But hold on to your seats for that one XD

Love Always!!