His Knife Her Chest

Chapter 16 |An Indian neighbor?|

Drashti Dhami as Mehak. I absolutely adore Sanaya and drashti's friendship so here too y'all will see that.
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The evening came and the Raizada ladies had long gotten back from their grocery trip. It was refreshing seeing the various nationalities striding through the malls, hustling markets and together riding through the new unknown roads. Dubai had so much to offer, they were elated by everything they'd seen till now. Summer was just ending and the last few days were quite hot, but the evenings were chilly and had held another zest of life to them.

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Khushi, Payal corrected herself, Laila was on her mind the minute she'd arrived here. Payal had considered calling her sister earlier but wanted to surprise her. She had to shuffle through her phone to find Laila's accurate address as she'd recently shifted from her penthouse to her parents mansion for a while in a significant neighborhood. She unfortunately couldn't find it, so she decided to text her sister.

Payal: What's your new address?
(Sent at 5:13 pm)

She knew her sister wouldn't immediately reply as she had a hectic schedule and was mostly busy during these hours so she decided to wait for her to get back.

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Laila had an exhausting day. Fittings always wore her out. She at last settled upon a Louis Vuitton piece. A beautiful black figure hugging dress, a slit ran through the left side of the dress till her thigh, showing ample of her sexy leg. Two thin straps settled on her shoulders supporting the dress. The neckline was slightly deep, providing a little of her full cleavage but leaving the rest to imagination.

She had subsequently launched a new foundation formula for 'Radiance by Laila Hadid'. It gave a dewy finish and was a hydrating formula, which had been a huge success. The launch was a few weeks ago and her close friends from then on were pestering her to throw a party. Because she didn't have a lot planned for the evening, she decided to tell her assistant to text them and invite them over to her house. She decided not to invite the models and the well known people included who worked on this project because she didn't want press outside her house, because though she lived in a private property, it didn't take long for people to leak the news. Her friends responded that they were done for the day and hadn't planned much so were all joining. She was excited to see them after so long, especially her best friend Mehak.

She had already commanded her assistant to arrange the needed things for the small gathering, a party more like. Winding up her work, she decided to head home.

It's was one hour later when everybody started to show up.

"Babyyyyyy!" She yelled in joy and hugged her best friend, Mehak.

Mehak caressed her hair and took her in a bear hug. "Congrats my love." She congratulated her and kissed her cheek. "I missed you baby! You're so busy these days that I barely get to see you." Complained her best friend.

"You aren't any better, Doctor Mehak, with your patients and all." Laila chuckled. "Acha come on now, we finally got time together, let's take as much advantage as we can."

"Let's order tons of pizzas." They both yelled.

A couple minutes later another friend of hers showed up.

"Oh my goodness you're so boujee. This house is everything Laila. Also congrats on the launch Habibti." Hassan confessed in his usual slang and his thick arabic accent. He was her gay friend who could sometimes get on her nerves but was the sweetest most kind soul ever.

Till now almost everybody had joined and congratulated her. She had a good circle of friends. Some were South Asian, some Middle Eastern, some White, some Black, some Hispanic, all sorts of nationalities but they all held the same love for each other in their hearts. She had figured that these people weren't catfishes unlike her previous friends who often tagged along her because of her money and fame. These were the real ones, and were precious to her.