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HARTMANN ROAD

London City Airport
8:00am


An international flight landed in the airport. After checking and picking up her luggage a beautiful girl exit the airport with satisfying smile. She was happy. So so happy. Why nit she would be? It was her dream country. She had dreamt of it from her childhood . All her dreams woven revolving the city and it's culture. She prepared herself for years to live in this unknown city. Suddenly she hear someone shouting her name. She look in that direction and give a smile to her friend who was waving hand at her.

"Faraz bhai salam. " saying she hug her best friend's fiance who came to pick her up. She knew him for years. He always adored her as she was the constant support in their relationship from convincing Hayat's parents to sending proposal to Hayat's house, she helped him in every step.

" Walikum salam, Sali Sahiba. " he replied sweetly hugging her back. She is like younger sister to him.Everyone around her loves her so much. A sweet girl full of life who won't love her.

"How are you, Shehnaaz? " he asked after breaking the hug.

"I am good. Thanks for coming to pick me up. " she said with gratitude .

"Oh come on you are my sister. Can't I pick up my sister? "He said acting to be hurt hearing her words.

" no no you can. I was just saying ki ap bohot bisy rehte ho hospital ke kam se aur to aur flight ka timing bhi change hua hai so apko thoda takleef hua na isiliye. " Shehnaaz hastily explained him observing his hurtful expression.

Suddenly,  Faraz bursed into laughter.
"Look at your face. You took my words seriously. " he laughed holding his stomach. Shehnaaz's eyes widen who could she fall in his trick .

"You.." faraz cut him off pulling her hastily to the parking area of airport . He knew situation would be out of control if she started talking.

"Now hurry up get in the car. I have to go to hospital also. " he said while walking to the car and stuffing her luggages in car  not giving her any chance to talk.

They reach Shehnaaz's house in 15 minutes as it’s in near to central London.
"Ok bhai bye . You go,  I can manage now. " after getting out of the car she said. He waved at her

"Ok take care. Hayat will come to see you at noon maybe. " he said and waited for her to go inside house and lock it properly before rushing to the hospital.

She unlock the house door and pep in to meet with a similar atmosphere.
She came here before because it's her father's property which he bought for her only and gifted her on her last birthday
Her younger uncle Rehan also graduated from this city only. This city has connection with their blood. It attracts them and could satisfy their soul with contentment.

She was dreaming about studying here from her high school time.
Now she is here for fulfilling her dream of taking MBBS degree from this city only.

After freshing up she ordered  her breakfast for home delivery. She had a wild knowledge about this city and she was used to with any kind of cuisine so food wouldn’t trouble her.

After having her breakfast she take a small nap to relax her system for the long night day she was planning to have. 

It was 12:00pm .
She woke up with the sound of vibration which was coming from her phone only. She lazily reached to her phone which was placed at the bed side table.

"Hey miss are you sleeping or admiring the city? " after picking up the call she was greeted by a very excited Hayat.

"I was sleeping. " she said in a sleepy tone. She wasn’t at all excited hearing her best friend's voice at it disturbed her beauty sleep .

"Now quickly get ready. I am coming to pick you up for a lunch date. " Hayat said getting excited to meet her best friend after a long time.

"Actually I was thinking to ask you for a lunch. " Shehnaaz said getting up from her bed. She is a beautiful liar who can conceal any kind of situation with her expert skill.

"Liar!  " Hayat  directly commented without any hesitation knowing her best friend better than anyone.

"Bye I will meet you right after half an hour outside my house. " Shehnaaz added ignoring her best friend's very honest comment.

After half an hour

Outside Shehnaaz's house a black BMW stopped  and a very excited Hayat come out of the car seeing Shehnaaz standing out of her house.

"Aww
My beautiful, lovely, rich, famous, celebrity bestie,
how are you, darling? " Hayat said hugging Shehnaaz tightly. Shehnaaz gasped for air in her tight embrace.

"I am fine. Hayat leave me I can't even breathe. " Shehnaaz said while trying to come out of the hug.She blew air on her face trying to breath. 

"dramatic soul. " Hayat said breaking the hug and rolling her eyes. Shehnaaz slapped her back for embracing her tightly and then saying her 'dramatic soul '.

"Now let's go to have lunch. " Shehnaaz said going to the car quickly with excitement.

"I am sorry baby . I am hungry that's why I was looking annoyed " Shehnaaz said trying to convince her best friend who wasn’t talking with her not even glancing at her.

"Oh easy girl I am not angry. I was just pretending to be angry. " Hayat said laughing out loud and focusing on road.

Shehnaaz rolled her eyes seeing her dramatic friend.

"Where should we go for lunch. " asked Hayat to know her opinion.
"Royal Nawaab. " Shehnaaz replied instantly entering the location on GPS.

"You are amazing girl. I had never even hear about it till now and you know the location also." Hayat said in a amused tone. She had studied enough for years about london to know about every single ally of the city.
"You know I am talented and intelligent by born. " Shehnaaz said flipping her hair in attitude.

After reaching there, they placed their order and had lunch with lot of talks and laughing, giggling about nothing but everything that happened in their lives in past years.

After finishing lunch they headed back to Shehnaaz's house for spending more time with each other.



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