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Chapter 3

Islamabad is undeniably one of the most beautiful cities in the world, and there's no better place to soak in its breathtaking views than Monal. Perched high in the hills, Monal offers stunning panoramas of Islamabad and beyond, making it a favorite spot for both locals and tourists alike.

Zavyar and Hassan often hike up to Monal, but today was different—they had a double date planned. Of course, they knew that arriving sweaty and out of breath would hardly impress their lovely companions, so they opted for a more relaxed approach this time. After all, the place was conveniently close to their homes.

"Why exactly did you drag me along on your date?" Hassan asked, glancing around at the view in front of them.

"Don't worry," Zavyar replied with a grin. "I promise not to let you interfere with my date. Just enjoy your brunch."

Hassan gave a sarcastic smile. "Oh, I'm sure I will," he said, with a hint of irony.

"Come on, Major Sahib, why the long face? I've made arrangements to ensure your evening is just as delightful," Zavyar teased.

"I'm not a Major yet," Hassan corrected, though he couldn't hide his pride. "Let me become General Ikram's Security Officer first. This post is important."

Zavyar beamed with pride for his friend. "I'm glad you've made it this far. I might need a few favors when you're in that position," he added with a knowing wink. Hassan understood perfectly—his family and Zavyar had high expectations. Becoming the Security Officer to the ISI Chief was no small feat.

"Let's hope for the best," Hassan replied just as Rumysa appeared, quickly claiming the seat next to Zavyar.

Mehrunisa took the seat across from her, greeting everyone with a polite, "Assalamualaikum."

Hassan shot a quick look at Zavyar. "I trust those favors will still be on the table. I take care of my people, after all," Zavyar said with a grin that only the two of them understood. Hassan couldn't help but chuckle.

"Of course," he replied.

"So, what are we waiting for? I'm starving!" Rumysa declared, getting up from her chair.

"Yes, we should head to the buffet," Zavyar agreed. "Hassan, why don't you keep Mehrunisa company? I need to give my special someone some private attention," he added, trailing after Rumysa.

Hassan and Mehrunisa exchanged an awkward glance. "Shall we?" Hassan offered, gesturing towards the buffet. Mehrunisa smiled.

"Congratulations on your promotion," she said warmly as they walked.

"Thank you," Hassan replied, showing her the courtesy he'd learned from years of military decorum, always mindful of how to treat the wives of his colleagues during unit events.

As they approached the buffet, they saw Zavyar and Rumysa eagerly loading up their plates.

"It doesn't look like someone's wedding is just around the corner," Hassan remarked with a playful smirk, eyeing their heaping plates. "I always heard brides start dieting a year before the big day. Poor Zavyar."

Rumysa wasn't one to back down. "Since you've been on vacation, you've been starving, my poor baby. Dragging him on a hike every morning must've been torture," she teased, causing Mehrunisa to stifle a laugh.

"Your poor baby has gained weight, and it's all thanks to you. Such a bad influence on your poor baby ," Hassan retorted, not missing the chance to poke fun at the couple.

"Don't listen to him, Zavyar. Let's finish this first, and then we'll come back for the Haleem. I'm obsessed with their barbecue. Did you get the puri?" Rumysa asked, guiding Zavyar back toward their table. Hassan and Mehrunisa shared a laugh.