Zoya hears her mother call her name from downstairs, so she gets up and heads down.
As she gets to the top of the stairs, her mother pulls her back and whispers, "Don't go there, I heard it too."
Zoya Zinadine, an executive interior designer of Gate...
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*Zoya's POV*:
"I'm way too excited for today," Dan said, smiling brightly.
"Are you thinking what I am thinking?" Viyaan asked, turning the steering wheel.
"May I know what the best friends are thinking?" I asked, taking looking at my mesmerising burnt orange Manish Malhotra lehenga paired with a unique strapped blouse featuring cape like extensions at the back.
"Not now," Viyaan said, winking at Dan through the rear mirror.
"You look exhausted, my princess. At the party today, you were rocking out. You looked like a fairy," Dan said, planting a kiss on my forehead.
"I am. But what's with the two of you?" I asked, raising a brow.
"Nothing," Dan said, scratching the back of his head.
"Dan! How did you come across my sketch pad? You never told me about that," I asked suddenly.
"Dan, didn't you tell her?" Viyaan asked, giggling.
"Ah, Viyaan, so are you also into this?" I asked, clearing my throat.
"Oh, that sketch pad. Where you used to sketch everything?" Dan stammered, smacking Viyaan's arms playfully.
"Yes, Dan," I said, waiting for a reply from him.
"Well, Viyaan and I visited your dad's office for a conference after two days of our engagement. In between the meeting, a unicorn themed sketch pad which said Zoya's Sketches distracted me. I glued my eyes to it until the meeting was over.
"What's up with the sketchpad, bro?" Viyaan asked, adjusting his tie.
"It says Zoya's Sketchpad," I said, smiling.
I opened the book and read Zoya's to-do list with some amazing sketches beside the lists.
"Let's steal it, bro. It'll be helpful for you in the future," Viyaan said, and I grabbed it immediately," Dan said, winking.
"What?" I screamed, covering my mouth with my palm.
"Daaniyal, please behave. We did not steal it. We took it decently," Viyaan said, smiling innocently.
"Nice. Very nice," I said, laughing.
"Viyaan, you just passed my house," I hissed, and the car stopped at my neighboring house.
"Dan? Why are we here?" I asked, furrowing my brows.
Viyaan got down from the driver's seat and opened the door for us.
It amazed me to see my parents, in laws, my sisters and our first cousins standing in front of us with a wide grin.
I ran to my family and embraced them into an enormous hug.
