Forced marriage between a girl who pursues her passion but also dares to venture outside of her comfort zone and the son of a successful businessman who only loves his family and his career.
Let's see how these two get bond by a unique connection t...
Zayaan picked fabiha from her place at 12 in the noon sharp. He hates being late. "I didn’t expect that you’d be this punctual." Fabiha commented as she fixed her seat belt. "I hate being late." Zayaan said without taking his eyes off the road. "Then you should gang up with Tahmin." Fabiha said. "Tahmin? Who's she?" Zayaan asked.
"She's one of my best friend." Fabiha said. "Why should I gang up with her?" Zayaan asked. "Because, she's also very punctual like you. She's never late. She hates being late." Fabiha said with an evil idea in her mind. "That's a good habit." Zayaan said.
"So, where are we going?" Fabiha asked. "We are going to xx hotel and spa" Zayaan said. "Wait, are we going on a fancy date?" Fabiha asked. "Yeah." Zayaan said. "Then it'll be better if you stop the car right now." Fabiha said. "Why? What happened?" Zayaan said.
"Because, I am not in the mood for fancy things. Let's go to TSC ( a place around Dhaka University, Bangladesh)." Fabiha suggested. "No, I am not going there." Zayaan said.
"May I know why?" Fabiha asked furiously. "Because, dad told me to make you happy today. And girls become happy when they go on a fancy date. So we'll go there." Zayaan said. "And who told you that fancy dates make me happy?" Fabiha asked. Zayaan stopped the car and looked at her. Fabiha also stared at him with the same spirit. Zayaan lets out a sigh and starts driving the car.
Fabiha became sad as she thought he'll not take her to TSC. But after a while she noticed that Zayaan took a turn and went towards her suggested place. TSC. She became pleased.
After a few more minutes, Zayaan finally stopped driving and parked the car near Central Shahid Minar ( historical landmark in Dhaka).
Coming out of the car, Fabiha ran towards the Fuchka stall ( spicy puffed water balls, Bangladeshi street food). She told the man, "Mama, please make two plates fuchka. Give mild spice in one plate and bombay spice ( a type of chili) in the other." Soon their plates were served. Fabiha really enjoyed the fuchka. Zayaan was internally laughing, seeing her actions.
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Then she went to a fruit stall and order spicy guava, spicy pomelo and spicy wood apple. "You sure, you can handle the spice." Zayaan asked as he was being concerned. "Don't worry, Mr. Fadel. I am a Bangladeshi. I can handle spicy more than this." Fabiha said confidently. "Ok." Zayaan said.
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