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Days passed in a blur, or that's how Omaiza felt. For a while she learned to laugh with Yaman and developed a quick friendship with him. Or that's what she thought. They spent most of their time together.
She was walking back from the outhouse to the main building and she felt this sense of loss.
Why, oh why she felt like this?
She pressed her temple and haulted her tracks in front of the main building.
She didn't want to go in. The haveli looked empty even if Bari maa resided in it even if they spent more time together than before.
She had huge amount of work these days. The charity event was tomorrow and she had to contact each vendor and confirm the last minute details.
Still, she stood there with her heart pounding analysing her feelings.
She didn't want to go inside because Yaman wasn't there. He went back to his house in the city to meet his parents and then went abroad from there. He sent her messages on the laptop.
And the moment he left. It was as if her heart wasn't in place anymore. She couldn't feel at home or at peace with herself.
Despite Najaf Begum's insistence she moved to the outhouse with her parents. She hated taking advantage of Bari maa, she was helping her to stand on her two feet. But that didn't mean her status changed and now she had the right to reside in the main building.
There was no need. Her mother wasn't getting better but atleast they spent time together, more so now that she was bound to the bed.
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She saw herself in the mirror and for the nth time tried to cover her cleavage.
She always got annoyed hiding her chest. Why she was rail thin but her assets didn't get the memo.
On top of it, these designer clothes didn't hide anything at all.
She had a slight cleavage at the front. The black anarkali was V shaped at the neck. Long flowy with a huge organza dupatta which wasn't going to stay on her head.
She ran a hand through her newly straightened hair. She had no idea what the people at the salon did but they were always straight and flowing to her hips now.
Even if she braided them most of the time. Descending the stairs her heart pounded. The nervousness of her first even as an organizer and manager of Najaf Sethi. But more nervousness of how Yaman Sethi was going to react at her getting all out today with her looks.
'You did it for him'
Her inner self mocked her but she closed her eyes and decided to ignore it.
She went to the pool side area and the tables were set up. The center stage was kept empty, she didn't know the reason why.
Tayyaba told her to do so, so she did.
She didn't grasp the concept of the event but then she was suppose to keep running things smoothly? so she did.
Tayyaba gasped and then complimented her at her looks. The event started and she tried her best to make everything go smoothly.
As more time passed Yaman didn't show up. She did several round of the tables but she didn't see him.
"Hello my dear.." Tayyaba grabbed her elbow on one of her rounds and saw her up and down.
"Kise dhund rahi ho?" Tayyaba asked smirking and she flushed in embarassment.
