After the Nikaah the whole hall burst into claps. The girls began congratulating each other. Now, Sana realized, all this while, Saba was on call with Alishba and all the ladies in the room were hearing the whole Nikaah. Sana smiled thinking of Alishba's blushing face. Her smile disappeared when her gaze met Daanish. He was looking at her. Perhaps wanting to know if she really wanted to meet him. With their gaze locked Sana nodded and gestured with her head. Daanish gave a small nod. Then, she turned around and walked away.
As Sana walked towards the garden area her phone beeped and she realized she had been carrying a phone all along. Then, why the heck did she ask Misha to convey the message.
How Dumb – Sana rolled her eyes.
She unlocked her phone and saw a message from Daanish. Quickly, she opened her inbox.
Daanish: Let's not meet now. Now, Alishba and Aahil will be taken to the other hall. You need to be in the photo else Alishba will have lifetimes complaint.
Sana felt slightly disappointed. But he was right.
Sana: Okay. Just a few photos. You wait for me, I will meet you in ten minutes.
Daanish: Okay.
Sana clenched the phone tightly and turned around.
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Back in the hotel room, Alishba was taken by her mother and a woman who Sana doesn't recognize. She hasn't seen her before. Along with that woman, there was a young boy about ten years of age. They were dressed in ethnic wear as well. Sana doesn't interrupt them. Instead, she admired her creation, Alishba's wedding dress. The beautiful red and golden embroider Lehengha. Matched with dark make- up and traditional jewelry, Alishba looked gorgeous. Sana noted her make-up had been re-done. Alishba kept her head lowered as she walked with the girls.
'Appi. Awesome work. Alishba looks like a diva.' Saba complimented her sister. Sana beamed with pride. She recollected how she had made Daanish a mannequin for the dress. Still recollecting their close encounter, she could feel her cheeks burn. The intensity of his gaze still made her heart skip a beat.
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The hotel room where the Nikaah took place had only close family members and friends while the rest of them were in another hall next to the men's hall. Everyone left whatever they were doing when Alishba was led into the hall. Nanu caught up with Sana and showered her with compliments. Sana smiled humbly accepting her words. Then, Nanu asked her to come up the stage and have photos clicked with the bride. Sana nodded. On the stage, there were two throne-like chairs placed. Alishba was made to sit on one of them. Sana's gaze fell on the unknown woman again and she couldn't help but admire the gorgeous stranger. Her son was equally good looking. Who are they? Sana noticed the woman wasn't interacting with anyone nor was she having her photos clicked.
'Nanu, who is she?' Sana asked pointing at the woman with her gaze.
'Oh, she! She is Aleesa Nawab Ali, the wedding planner.' Nanu informed. Sana gave a thoughtful nod.
After a series of new photos, Sana got a chance to speak with Aleesa.
'Hi! I am Sana.'
Aleesa turned around and smiled at Sana, - 'Hi! Aleesa.'
'I heard you are the wedding planner.'
'Yes.' Aleesa replied a smile lingered on her face. Sana smiled too.
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MY BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER ✔️ (Completed)
Chick-LitSana was eighteen when she had been properly introduced for the first time to Daanish Ahmed Ali, 22 years. And she developed an instant girly crush on him. Ten years later, working in London Sana gets an invite to her best friend's wedding where she...