Nayab, a brilliant and meticulous MBBS student, possesses a mind built for calculations and precision. Her dreams are set on excelling in her medical career, leaving no room for frivolities or romantic distractions. Meanwhile, Danish, a vivacious an...
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It was warm, comfortable weather in the city of London. Inside a sprawling mansion that stood in the countryside, almost a dozen people were working on the decorations for a wedding that was going to take place in a couple of hours. And overlooking those arrangements was Danish Vaziri.
Danish was one of the most famous wedding planners of the country. He was just 22 when he had finished interning with four different wedding planning companies and decided it was time to start his own. And that's how he gave birth to Felicity. And today, four years later, Felicity was the destination where all the rich, influential people come to plan their weddings.
Apart from an excellent businessman, Danish was also extremely pleasant to look at. He had a strong and chiseled jawline, with high cheekbones and a straight nose. His eyes were deep brown, framed by long, dark lashes.
"Dan," A British woman, not more than 25 years old, appeared next to him with her eyes focused on the iPad in her hand. "The caterers are here but the cake hasn't been delivered yet."
He turned sideways to look at Catherine, his personal assistant. He had met her six years ago when they both were interning at a company together. He was doing it just for experience, while she was doing it because she needed money for her mother's treatment. Their boss was a vile man, who left no chance to scold and humiliate his employees. Danish didn't stay in that company for more than a few months.
Then he coincidentally ran into Catherine a few weeks after starting Felicity. She was still stuck in the same company and with the same boss because of monetary requirements. So Danish wasted no time in offering her the position of his personal assistant, and also helped with the treatment of her mother. Now, after four years of working together, it was safe to say that they were close friends.
"All the decorations are almost done." Catherine said, running her eyes around, "I should check on the bride."
"Wait," Danish stopped her by holding her arm. "Have you eaten anything since morning?"
She sheepishly shook her head. It made him sigh frustratedly. "How many times have I told you to not ignore your health like this, Cathy?"
He pulled her along with her to the kitchen. The leftovers from breakfast were still sitting on the counter. He served a plate for her.
"Thank you," She said while stuffing her mouth with pancakes.
By the time she was done eating, the cake was delivered and the beauticians had arrived to get the bride ready.
The wedding started late in the afternoon. Four bridesmaids walked down the aisle before the bride, Amber, made an entry. Richard, the groom, looked completely awestruck.
Danish sat at the bar section, his eyes fixed on the ceremony unfolding before him. As he watched the happy couple exchange vows and seal their love with a kiss, a warm smile spread across his face. He had planned many weddings in his career, but the magic of this moment never got old.
