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Aahil POV
This was colourful. The people, decorations and vibe were making me feel like jumping with joy. Suddenly, the door to my Chamber opened and I looked at Haider slowly and secretly entering.
I laughed looking at him and he approached closer to me.
"What are you doing here?"
I asked and he looked at me with playful and excited eyes.
"Saara intzaam ho gaya hai,"
"Everything is prepared,"
He informed and a confused smile appeared on my face.
"What?"
I asked and he excitedly replied.
"The Mehfil,"
I lifted my eyebrows and looked at the young man who was looking excited from head to toe and I asked teasingly.
"Ohhhh, Mehfil?"
He nodded and smiled ear to ear.
"Yesssss, Mehfil, I brought the Hukaah and drinks and we found it here more,"
He informed and I asked.
"We?"
He chuckled.
"I and there is a young, handsome man out there who helped me arrange all those things,"
I furrowed my eyebrows with curiosity.
"Young man, who?"
He inhaled a deep breath and scratched his head a little.
"Rudi-, ahhh, Roma-, No... ahhhh, what was his name?"
He went deep into his thoughts and suddenly said.
"Radur, yess, Rudra,"
I placed my hand on his shoulder and asked.
"And, why does this handsome young man help you arrange all these things?"
He chuckled.
"We are friends,"
"Already?"
I asked and he looked at me.
"No, I know him. I met him almost two years ago when I visited Hind to meet Abhinandan, Nandani's brother. He is Abhinandan's friend,"
He informed and I smiled.
"Ohh, so where is Abhinandan?"
I asked.
"I mean, I have not met him,"
His smile vanished a little and he said.
"I do not know, I tried to ask Maamujaan but he said that he is out of the Kingdom,"
"But, it is his sister's wedding, Right?"
I asked and he nodded.
"Right, but maybe he will join later,"
He smiled and got excited again.
"Shall we go?"
He asked and I smiled looking at his excited face.
"What if your father finds you out drinking and smoking?"
I asked and he looked sharply at me.
"Yeah, that means we have to find a place where he will not visit,"
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