❝When love is at its best,
One loves so much that
He cannot forget.❞
Years he spent loving her from afar. But she was out of his league, and for her, he was non-existent.
Now, when he is a successful Movie star, will his first love find a happy end...
Hadi and Fareeha share the same birthdate, month, and year. They are born on the same day. But one of them is older than the other by a few hours. Any guesses who?
How rare for two best friends to go into labor together. One birth a boy and another birth a girl. It looks like Almas and Hadiya's manifestation worked *hehehehehe*
The Chapter is very, very, very long, so I'm hopeful of lots, lots, and lots of comments. So, please help me, my lovelies.
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Sarfaraz exited the washroom in his vanity, tugging up the pre-made red dhoti. It was kinda off his waist size. He needed to speak to the costume department. Hearing a shuffle, he assumed Fareeha was here.
"Please get me some pins from the drawer." He called, rubbing his wet hair with a towel and then tossed it to the side.
There was more shuffling sound, and then a surprised feminine voice spoke.
"Vanilla—" Sarfaraz's head shot up.
"Strawbe—" Aghast, he stared at the reflection in the brightly lit make-up mirror.
"Dania!" He twirled around, his eyebrows raised and gaped.
"This is what you all do here?" She threw the packets on the sofa, and crossed her arms, - "Don't tell me, they belong to your friends." Dania's glare challenged him.
Sarfaraz gulped.
"Not—exactly." He stammered, - "It's from a long time ago, check the dates." He confessed nervously.
"Your manager, Fareeha, knows about this?" Dania squared her shoulders, still scowling at him.
He gulped once again and nodded.
"And, she didn't tell me."
"Arey, no, no," Sarfaraz hurried to her and attempted to hold her hand but she twisted her body away from him, - "I promise you, Dania, it is from before. Before, I met you in London." He pleaded.
"Why didn't you throw them?" Her demeanor mellowed.
"I will burn them now. Please don't be angry with me." He looked into her eyes with guilt and sadness. Dania looked away. She was finding it harder to trust him. And knowing he was an actor made things worse for her.
"Dania!" He called her softly.
She sighed, turning to face him, and dropped her hands. "I had come here for your measurements." She spoke rather professionally, which made him restless.
Sarfaraz sighed sadly, - "Dania, please—"
"What?" she snapped at him.
He made his best puppy-dog eyes and a sad pout. Within a minute, this melted Dania. She smiled, rolling her eyes.
