Dreams Woven Beautifully ✔️

Chapter - 62 R E U N I O N

A biiiiiiiiig hug and thankyouuuuu for #30k + !! <333333 

We're going from strength to strength, love to more love *<>* 

Grateful, always :) 

This is a fun filled chapter so no voltage drama except the nautanki of our clowns :P Also we're left with FEW CHAPTERS to end this ........ 

*Im not getting words* 

From here onwards it's celebrationssssss ^.^ 

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{ Silver Beach Apartments, Juhu Tara Rd }

Doorbell rings for the 100th time at Alia's home in Juhu. For the past five years her pad has seen loneliness, so much that if it could speak, it would talk of all the tales associated with her abode. This home never saw a dull day. Always throbbing with directors, co actors, her styling team, family, friends and so many from different walks of life. Each of them felt more home at hers than anywhere. 

Her house was exactly like her - warm and cozy ; bright and full of life! 

Today after so many years, there came it's faded halo. 

Armaan ran in his pyjamas to welcome their special guests. He had been anxiously waiting for their arrival. They were all he could think of! Sparing his mother's "be careful" warnings, he tugged the door handle along with their old maid who had took her service back in the house. And there stood his new friends, grinning at him. 

"Welcomeeee" clapped Addu with joy. Poor lad had not slept the entire night out of excitement. He jumped at his Nannu with the most cute looking smile. "Hey my sunshine, there you are" yelped Rannu in one of his awful accents which made Addu giggle. "Koi hai ghar peee" screamed VD at top of his lungs, Shraddha spat him on his arm. "Coming, please take a seat" voiced Sid from his room. 

"Bohot tameez aa gayi hai tere baap mein! Aakhir Eiffel tower gaya tha" exclaimed Rannu carrying lil Addu in his arms, settling on the couch. "Ya khuda, Paris! Eiffel is a tourist spot" corrected Ayaan. "Welcome home" announced Alia as she came in wearing a denim short and a classic white shirt sporting her glow. "Look at that beaut babe" gushed Shredzy hugging her tight. "Magic of returning home" she smiled. 

As she went on to greet all their friends, Sid joined them as well. 

"Where's Karan ? He's never late" noted Sid watching their digital clock. "Busy with the hamper indeed." All eyes turned towards the entrance. Karan stood with his sartorial smirk carrying his renowned hamper. "Some timing Kjo" rushed Alia to hug her mentor. "He bot baskeeet" squealed Armaan at the sight. He had heard some fancy stories from his mum and dad on the heavy basket curated by the Johar's. Not only was it their signature present but also made it's way into the iconic coffee show hosted by Karan. 

"Yes my baby, this is for you" laughed Karan and held his grandson with pride, kissing him all over his face. "Don't close the door yet, I've got another present for you both" stated Karan as Alia had begun to shut the door. She and Sid shared a confused look and so did the rest. "Qayamat (doom) na leke aa jaana" grunted Ranveer in a non interested way. The room split into mirth at the dagger Karan shot at Veer. "Please come in" echoed Karan and they waited for whatever surprise he had for them. 

[Alia's POV]

A minute suspense later came in two familiar faces we weren't yet prepared to meet. 

Some scars take time to heal and we weren't sure how to face the memories of that night which ruined everything we held close. They would come today Ranveer said but the reality just kicked in for us. We had to face them sooner or later and be done with the internal fight.