Chapter-6 siblings

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Faaz's POV
My day was hectic than usual because I had to do tomorrow ' s work today as tomorrow was the fashion contest of the highfield medical college. I was not really interested but didn't want to reject an invitation. But I m relived that Althaf would be accompanying me. My phone rang. "Hellloooo Bhai? Are u busy?" Oh that was Riyaz my brother. I had two siblings Riyaz four years younger than me he studying medical and Inara a year younger than me. She's married two months back. "Hey Rii ya a lil. What's the deal? Tomorrow I m invited for the fashion contest in ur college so a lil hectic." I said while signing some documents. "Ohh Bhai y r u coming I have also not planned to go" he said. "I m invited so it would be bad to decline it. Btw Althaf is also coming. You can accompany us. U won't be bored I assure you." I said. "Ok lemme see, btw i called you to ask if u can pick me from college." He said. "Ok bye Tc" "bye" we hung up.

Third persons POV
Tomorrow was the fashion contest. The three were done with the shopping. Excitement was buzzing all around the college. All were taking part in the show. Myrah was the most excited one because she felt that her dream was coming true. But the other two were doing it for fun and Myrah s sake.
Filza's POV
We were talking and laughing about random things in the entrance. Suddenly I was interrupted by an annoying horn. I turned around in the direction as Anaya and Myrah did. It was a familiar black car. Riyaz ran towards it but didn't forget to wave at us. "heyyy your coming Tommo ryt?" That was Anaya. "Umm maybe." The driver got out. We were standing standing pretty close to the car. "Youuuu??" I shouted as he looked at me. He looked at me with superior eyes. All the people around turned to us. "U ppl met already?" Asked Riyaz. "Don't u dare think.." I was cut off by Anaya "ahh Filza I think we should leave." Myrah and Anaya shot me a glare causing me to shut up. I fake smiled at him. "Sorry" I said but i never meant it. It was the same guy who got me into an accident. He smiled back. "Guys this is my brother Faaz. Bhai this is Anaya, Myrah and Filza." Riyaz said pointing at us.

Faaz's POV
Riyaz introduced me to his mates. But what caught me the most was the simple young beauty in front of me. "Bhai I think we should leave." Riyaz said interrupting me from looking at her. She was so simple and not so girly. I m really sick of those girly types who keeps flirting. My clients especially.. But I don't wish to give space for such people in my heart. I choose people wisely and once I choose them it's impossible to leave them. I guess she's come into that category. I gave her a small smile. Which she ignored and walked.. Hmm not the one I expected. It ll take time. Chill Faaz. We were going home in silence.
Ms Filza's thoughts were still floating through me. "Bhai how did you know Filza before?" Ri asked. "A week ago I was rushing for a meeting in the morning when I got her into an accident. She got really angry for it and ya I guess that's it" me and ri were very close shared everything. But I was not sure if this is love? So let's keep it that way then. When the right time comes. I was not a guy who would fall for any random girl. My inner sense didn't leave her thoughts till I was off to sleep. I was hoping deep inside that she would also come for the fashion contest tomorrow.i wish...

Filza's POV
I was regretting for behaving that way with that guy. My buds were attacking me with questions. I told them the whole story. And it felt that they were satisfied with my explanation. After that we went home. I couldn't stop but think about those grey eyes. Such satisfying ones. I felt bad for snapping at him. If I meet him again l will apologize. The rest of the day passed in video call with Anaya and Myrah decided which shoes, jewelry and blah blah... All were excited.
Hey guys salaam. Let's add some more reality to the story. So that it becomes easy for you to imagine. Let's introduce the main characters in the next chapter. Sorry for the short chapter. Vote comment and support

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