Extremity- Rayan's Love

Rayan was sitting in front of the fireplace, holding his glass of whiskey in a tight grip, deluged in unfathomable clouds of agony.

The buttons of his shirt were opened, revealing his toned chest, watching the fire with the passion same as his heart along with a fiery spark of fury which caused him to tighten his grip on the glass, growling. Scattered hairs, heavy breaths, shattered heart- a complete mess.

Closing his eyes momentarily, he ignored the tear which rolled down his cheek reflecting his devastation, deep in thoughts,

'...Sometimes it requires a moment to raze and forge things. What, when and how things change, we lose track of it and by the time we realize its importance, things disperse more quickly than we could imagine..'

A sad smile came to his lips, thinking about talks familiar to the condition of his heart, continuing,

'Same thing occurred to me; it crumbled. Before I could perceive or rescue the fallen thread I lost the person for whom my heart was untamed... but...'

'...It was nothing but the extremity of my love...'

~ 1 Year Ago ~

In a prestigious household the preparation for the Mehendi function was being done. Things were going smoothly, lively as the beautifully embellished home was getting ready for Hoor's wedding.

Everyone was busy with their work, trying to prepare things so everything would be flawless, an enthusiastic atmosphere was spread in the home.

Hoorain was looking for her elder brother who came home early and right after returning, was talking to their event planner on the phone furiously with Zain standing beside him, amused.

Coat resting on the chair while his sleeves were rolled upward roughly along with the loose tie, his back facing everyone.

"Bhai!" Hoorain's voice came, getting down from stairs, Zain motioned Rayan about her sister but he was busy on the call.

"Hoor Api left with Mama, how am I supposed to go now?" She asked sadly, looking down. Rayan gestured to Zain to check up on her, walking away.

Chuckling, Zain spoke up.

"Leave Rayan, Hoorain. He is preparing to fall on my sister's head for being late."

Sighing, she held her forehead.

"It's not a new thing. Isra api is always late. Hoor api left.

Papa is busy and Emraz bhai didn't even bother to come home!" She argued, getting infuriated by each passing moment.

"Okay, okay, don't be tense-" She cut him off.

"How can I not?!" Rolling her eyes, she mumbled, "If I am the youngest that doesn't mean I am not allowed to get ready."

But then she looked at him expectantly, "Can you take me with Isra api?"

Zain chuckled nervously, "I don't think she will even have time to go to the parlor. It will be late, but I can drop you off, if you are fine with it?" He offered her politely.

Her face lit up in glee, "Really?"

"Sure, come." He smiled softly.

"Rayan! I am taking Hoorain to the parlor!" Zain told him and he waved his hand to tell him.

'Okay fine' and they left.

Without turning his face, Rayan ruffled his pitch-black hairs, a hissing sound came, "If you didn't come in next ten minutes-"

Before he could speak another voice joined the conversation.

"Why ten minutes? I am here now-" Isra came holding a box with one hand and phone glued to her ears with the other, bumped into Rayan as the box fell from her hand.

Whining, she stumbled but didn't fall. Setting the strand of dark brown hairs, Isra looked up with her hazel gaze only to meet a pair of sapphire gems staring at her with a dark aura.

Narrowing his eyes at her, Rayan taunted, "So you finally gained time to come, Miss Bukhari?"

"I am so sorry, Rayan." She smiled faintly, apologetic.

"I am your client right now." His frown deepened at her casual way of talking.

"Yeah.. Sorry, Rayan." She mumbled, getting down to gather the stuff fallen.

Sighing, he asked, not helping her. "What's that?"

Panting, she removed her hair, smiling while looking up at him.

"Oh, it has Gajre, Rose petals and some things for the function." She told him, taking the box and getting up.

"Is that why you are late?" He asked, intrigued.

Just then Emraz came with his hand in his pocket, entering in his dashing style, perfectly combed black hairs and similar eyes, humming while telling him monotonously.

"She is late because I stopped her and offered her to come with me." He stopped, looking around.

"Where is Hoorain? She was bursting over the phone for me to come, she must be furious." He fully turned to Rayan.

"She was, but just left with Zain for the parlor." He replied and he mumbled 'shit' knowing she won't talk to him now.

"Oh no, did she take her dress along?" Isra asked, vexed.

"I don't know because I was waiting for someone who was too late." He said, giving her an indirect glare.

"I told you, Rayan." Emraz tried to defend Isra.

"Oh leave it bhai. This woman was always late." He ridiculed her again.

"But, I am here now." She shrugged.

"Then get to work." He told her, steps retreating and walking out while using his phone.

Making a sour face at his rude behavior, Isra clicked her tongue at him, growling.

Emraz couldn't help but to chuckle. Resting his coat in his hand, folded neatly, he walked to Isra who was glaring in Rayan's direction and told her in a low tone.

"I think you should get to work, Isra."

Gasping at his words, Isra turned to him, "Oh my, you scared me, Sir." Exhaling, she shook her head, "Okay, okay."

With a deep breath, Isra tied her hair in a bun, took the clipboard from the box and began to work, checking up on the setting of the function which was going to take place at their home.

Decorating the place, it took her hours to check on everything.

Finally gaining time three hours before the ceremony, Isra sighed deeply, plopping on the couch, closing her eyes to relax a bit.

Emraz, who was watching her with admiration for being engrossed in work, smiled widely. He sat on the armrest, looked around the exquisitely adorned mansion and praised.

"Nice work, Isra."

Opening her eyes, she smiled, "Thanks Sir."

"Great thing we hired you." He said to himself but she heard it.

"I have been working here for a while now, I am used to it." She told him casually.

"It's a big day." He smiled.

"It is." She smiled back. They talked for a while and soon Rayan came.

"Oh, Rayan, look everything is ready." Emraz told him.

"Hmm. It's fine." His remark pissed Isra off, how dare he call her hard work where she poured her heart into just fine.

"If you wanted it to be fine, then why hire me?" She mocked, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, I hired you." He reminded her. "Be grateful."

"Boss, look at him." Isra complained, "Come on, Don't tease her Rayan, she is just finished."

"Oh from tease I remember, Rayan take me to the parlor please." Isra requested. "No, I am taking Sateesha." He told her, talking about his girlfriend.

"I will tell Aunt, you know she doesn't like it." Isra blackmailed. "Tell Bhai, I am busy." he scoffed.

"Boss is tired, you are just walking around the house, do this and go take her." Isra reasoned. Groaning at her persistence, he hissed.

"Fine, come." Grinning, Isra took hers and Hoorain's dress as they left.

The drive was silent, they didn't talk. Isra just kept looking out and asked after a while, "Is Sateesha coming to the ceremony as well?"

"Yeah," He hummed. "Wouldn't Aunt be angry?"

He chuckled dryly, "She was furious when we got into a relationship, it's still an invitation to the function."

"Hmm. Yeah... Why don't you talk to her parents? It's been more than a year." She asked, turning her face to him.

"Does it matter?" He asked, stopping the car at the red signal, turning his face to her, the smirk wiped as a deadpan expression enhanced his sharp features.

"What do you mean?" She asked in perplexity.

Sighing, he shook his head, "No, nothing. Leave it." He sighed, turning his head to the road again.

"You're weird." She mumbled.

"Less than you." He retorted.

"By the way, Isra..." He called her. She hummed, looking out again.

"Are you wearing the golden dress today?"

"Nope, it's for the wedding day. Why?" She opened her mouth but a realization hit her.

"Wait a minute, you even noticed?" She asked in disbelief.

"Hmm. I wanted to give one to Sateesha as well, just in a different color, maybe pink or green." He replied.

"I see... I Ordered it online, I will send you the link." She replied.

"Great."

"Then what are you wearing?" He asked. Holding her chin she replied.

"If you know, the green and pink frock and tights I wore on Bradon's wedding."

"The one with pink laces or embroidered?" He asked.

"With the Laces." Isra wasn't taken aback, Rayan always notices the dress. She considered it as nothing.

"I see... We're here."

"Thanks." She smiled, taking the dress and shoes from it, "Don't forget our deal, you won't tell Mama." He told her sternly, making a cute face, she nodded.

She got out and was about to leave but he called her again, "Isra!"

"Yeah?"

"The embroidered ones suit you better." He told her with a faint smile and left, leaving her baffled about his words.

Shrugging her shoulder, she went to the parlor as all the women got ready for the function.

"Today is a big day for you, my love. I shall pray for your happiness, bless you." Hania, the kid's Mother whispered, kissing the bride's forehead while they were going.

"How do I look?" Hoorain asked Isra excitedly. "You look amazing!"

"You should have worn something more fancy." Hoorain told her innocently, chuckling, Isra looked at herself in the mirror.

"It's fine."

"If you say so."

"We're going first Mama, you come with Api." Hoorain said and Isra stopped her.

"You are not going, you are also staying with your sister."

Hoor chuckled, "Ah, she is always like this." Hoorain made an almost crying face and looked away.

"There's still time for your wedding, I am not wasting my tears." She said sternly. Isra smiled and left the family, going back.

"Is everything ready, Isra?" Emraz asked, in the dress code for the male, Navy Blue Kurta.

"Yeah, Sir." She smiled, checking things for the final time.

Rayan applied his cologne, rolling the sleeves to his elbow neatly, setting his hair perfectly backward.

Collar just in an arresting gap with a little space between his neck, appealing to catch every girl's attention.

His waistcoat well fitted to his toned chest, wearing his watch, he walked down with a smile, greeting the guests and going to Isra.

"Where is Mama and others?"

"They are almost here." She replied, checking everything for the bride's entry.

"Don't forget your dance." She told him sternly, checking time.

"I know," He hummed and then went to his girlfriend.

Soon the ceremony started, the girls did the ritual first, entering with Henna placed in a decorated plate, smiling, wearing Gajre, and welcoming.

The whole time Isra held a grin on her face, laughing, talking. From time to time Rayan's eyes stop at her for a moment but it didn't take more than a heartbeat for him to remove his eyes.

"Go Rayan, it's time for dance." Sateesha grinned.

Pushing him to the floor and dancing. Smiling everyone gathered, getting in places and began to dance. Soon the sound of cheers filled in the air,

"Woohoo!!"

Everyone awed, shouting, great enthusiasm was dispersed in the sky, living into the moment of elation.

After dancing, the boys began to pant. Mixing with crowd, Rayan went to Isra who was talking to the catering guys,

"Make sure it's enough-"

"How was it?" He asked breathlessly from behind, at a fair distance. Smirking, she turned to him,

"Ask your Sateesha?"

"You're the one who taught me," he responded.

"Hmm. you guys rocked." She laughed a little.

"And me? How was I?" He asked.

"You're amazing too. Although I didn't expect it." She replied.

"You taught me, how can it not be perfect."

He complimented and went back inside. Isra smiled and shook her head, turning back to her but then the time for girls to dance came.

Things went well, dancing, talking, wallowing in amid this vibrant moment.

Rayan stood in the corner, hands closed at his chest, lips slowly curling from one side with his eyes fixed upon Isra's who was dancing, talking.

Not paying heed to him, immersed in work. With the unnoticed smile he kept looking at her with ardent, standing in a fixed place to get the better view of her with a wide smile beautifying his face along with racing heartbeats.

Soon Isra noticed his look and asked him from afar what happened but he only smiled and shook his head that it's nothing.

Giggling a little at him, Isra smirked faintly and went to his girlfriend and began to talk to her, ignorant of the fact he was looking at her, thinking.

To me, you are the belle of the event.

"I swear, if anyone dares to piss me off, I won't tolerate it."

Isra hissed, grabbing her bag, getting ready to go to the Hotel where the Reception ceremony would take place after the Wedding.

"Even if your Boss?" Emraz said in amusement from behind, closing his arms at his chest, watching her with a smirk.

"Ah! You scared me, Sir." She sighed, shaking her head.

"Where are you going, Fireball?" He asked teasingly.

"I am going to the Hotel, tomorrow is the wedding and you should take a day off and go home or else both Hoor and Hoorain would be angry." She told him, tying her hair in a messy bun, taking her things and walking out after locking her cabin.

"I know, I just had an important meeting for a new project. I thought about giving it to you." He paused.

"No. I already have another upcoming one." She frowned.

He chuckled, "Just kidding, I gave it to Natasha. I just wanted to tell you to go to the Hotel to check things for the final time, it seems like you are doing it already." He smiled observing her form.

She smiled back, "Yeah. Okay then, I have to go."

"Good work today." He said and left.

Isra then fixed her messy form and went to the Hotel to check up on everything as tomorrow she will barely get time to do it properly so she wanted to make sure things are perfect as Hoor imagined.

"Watching the list of things, " talking to the hotel's staff where the Reception was going to be held.

"The Wedding is in the afternoon and reception would start after a break of two hours and I don't want any compromise in it." She explained sternly to the hotel's staff.

"Entertainers would be ours as well."

"We understand Ma'am, you don't have to worry about anything, Ma'am. Everything will be as you explained." The manager passed her a smile, assuring her.

"Hmm." She hummed, moving away. "I hope things go well." She said after taking a long breath. "Don't worry, they will."

Finally after being assured things are fine and everything is going pretty well, Isra went home.

"Oh, you're early." Zain turned his face to her, putting the book he was reading down, "Yeah. I am finally free." She smiled, putting her bag down and sitting on the other side of the couch.

"Zain.." Isra poked him with her index finger, making a cute pout, "I am not going to make any shake." He told her, still reading his book.

"Come on, at least make sachet juice.. Please." She smiled sweetly at him.

"I am temporarily deaf." He replied, turning the page.

"I am exhausted, please dear brother." She smiled, passing him a faint smile.

"I am also tired so why don't you take this tired form to your room, freshen up.." He turned to her, lips curling upwards.

Her face lit up in glee but he continued, "And make shake for both of us." He smiled and went to his room, making her frown and mumble curse at him.

She went to her room and freshened up, relaxed a bit after taking a shower and made mango shake for both her brother and herself. Passing time by sleeping.

At Ahmed's household, Rayan was on the rooftop, looking at the sky, lost in his unfathomable thoughts which are evoking an undesirable sensation he was trying to resist but each passing second knocks substantial vexations.

Smiling faintly to himself, remember the Mehendi event occupying him with enthrallment. Lighting up his cigarette, he put it to his mouth, taking a long inhale from it, resting his elbows on the railing while looking at the front view of their mansion.

"You're smoking again." Emraz's voice came from behind with a feeble smile, coming to him, standing just like him. Rayan laughed a little, shaking his head, "Yeah..."

"Any reason?" He asked, turning his face to him. "Just wanted to."

"Don't lie, you only smoke when something bothers you.. Is it about Hoor?" He asked. "No, I am sure, she will live happily with Haider. They struggled for their love a lot so they deserve it. I know she will be happy with him... I am just... I don't know, Bhai" He said but the glint of distress was clear in his tone.

"Now that's new." He smirked, moving close to his face, "Is it about Sateesha?" He asked, moving away and leaning on the railing, closing his arms at his chest.

Rayan only shrugged and Emraz laughed a little.

"What?" Rayan asked, raising a brow.

"Nothing, I guess it is about you two."

"Leave us." He sighed, "What about you? You are next in line after Hoor." Rayan smirked. Emraz laughed, "Thanks for the reminder."

"Do you have a girl in mind?" Rayan asked, smirking. "Hmm... I don't know."

"You're saying you are fine with an arranged marriage?" Rayan asked, narrowing his eyes in bewilderment.

"I mean if the partner is to my liking and we mutually understand each other so why not?" Emraz shrugged his shoulders, speaking casually.

"But, do you have a girl in mind?" Rayan insisted, wanting to know if there is a girl he likes or not.

"What happened? Why are you so eager for it?" Emraz nervously asked. "Come on, tell me, Bhai." He asked. Chuckling Emraz took the cigarette from his hand and crushed it under his foot.

"Nope." He smiled and Rayan sighed in relief, putting his hand over his chest.

"You seemed relieved." He arched a brow at his representation of solace. "Oh, no. It's nothing." He shook his head in denial, putting his hand in the air anxiously.

"If you say so. Anyways, come down and ready to hear scolding from Dad for this." He told him, pointing at the cigarette and left.

"Yeah.." He smiled timidly, scratching the back of his neck as Emraz left.

Rayan looked outside for a few seconds again with a deadpan expression hardening his features he spoke to himself, "No one... hmm?"

"It's better if there isn't." He said and went back.

~•~

"Do you, Hoor Ahmed, take Haider Wardak as your lawfully wedded Husband?" The Priest asked. Hoor smiled at her soon-to-be husband and said firmly, "I do."

"Do you Haider Wardak take Hoor Ahmed as your lawfully wedded Wife?"

He smirked, "I do."

"I pronounce you as Husband and Wife! May God bring endless happiness in your path! You may now kiss the Bride!" After the enunciation, everyone began to cheer for the new couple.

"Woo!"

Isra cheered from behind, grinning and clapping.

They gradually pulled away, Hoor threw the bouquet and Isra caught it, her elation faltered by the sudden call, wiping the smile off her face in stagger.

"What? No." She quickly said, giving it to someone else after registering what happened.

"Good Luck~" Hoor winked and walked away with her husband.

"I won't let it happen!" She shouted, pouting, closing her arms at her chest.

"Seems like your number is next." Rayan teased her from behind, deepening her frown.

She turned to him furiously, "I don't need you to tell me this. These mere flowers can't decide my future." She told him sternly, pushing her hair from her shoulder to back, walking away.

Rayan shifted and came to her front, taking a step closer, smirking, "What if it's true?"

"Why don't you leave it at that time?" She smirked back.

"Besides, your other half is there, don't bother me. I am busy." She told him, pointing at Zain who was talking to Hoorain.

"God have mercy on your partner." He mumbled, walking away, her jaw dropped.

"Excuse me, Mr Rayan Ahmed, for your kind information, I know how to handle my private life and future partner, you don't have to meddle."

She told him sternly, knitting her brows together in a grimace, displeased at his words.

"Well, I am going to my other half." He laughed.

"Isra! There you are." Emraz called her, coming to her. "Yes, Sir?"

"You're late again, you're supposed to leave with Hoor, go." He told her. She held her forehead.

"Oh shit, I forgot." She moved back, lifting her grey lehenga embroidered with golden color.

"Exactly. Now go." He motioned her to leave.

"Yeah, I am." She nodded, walking away.

Emraz sighed, shaking his head in disappointment, "This girl is just..."

"Ah one thing, Sir." She stopped and smiled at Emraz, "What now?"

"Teach some manners to Zain's soulmate." She clicked her tongue at Rayan, making his mouth gaped.

"Hey, you-"

Before he could speak, she laughed a little and ran away, taking car keys from Zain and going to the hotel.

"Seriously, this woman." Rayan exhaled, trying to keep his cool.

"Who told you to hire her?" Emraz chuckled. "I did it because she knows my taste and does things according to my preference." He shrugged, making a sour face.

"Then bear with it."

'I have been doing it for longer I could remember.'

He thought, putting his hand in his pocket taking a step back and watching the way she was leaving. Humming to his Brother's word.

"I am also leaving, take Sateesha and come as well." Emraz told him and left as Rayan didn't react, only watched Isra leaving between the crowd quickly.

As he was espying the traces she left, going far away from him and he couldn't help but to link his gaze with air and she was no longer is sight but his heart surely unaware of one thing;

He is spellbound.

After successfully managing Hoor's wedding, Isra was indulging in her day off from the stressful yet enlivening events which are imbuing her to have one for herself but she knows it herself, it's not happening any time soon.

She wasn't ready to take such a drastic step in her life and her parent's respected her decision, letting her decide on her own to choose the path she wanted.

Sigh, Isra plopped herself on the couch, closing her eyes for a brief moment, smiling faintly.

"Ah, finally done, aren't you?" Zain asked, sitting beside her, looking through a bunch of tests, his glasses hanging.

Opening her eyes, Isra frowned and set his glasses, peeved at her and replied.

"Yeah.. It was a significant event." She hummed, straightening her back.

"Here is your tea." Her mother came, smiling offering them the tea.

"Where's mine?"

"There it is."

"Thanks." She smiled, taking her cup.

"So, tell me how was the wedding?" She asked excitedly.

"Mhm." She said, putting the cup down.

"Mama I told you, did I? To come and you and Dad decided to go to Shimla at the very end!" She frowned, shaking her head in disappointment.

"We had to." She shrugged, "Leave it, tell me how it was?"

Crossing her one leg on the couch, Isra began to say, "It was amazing, I mean I did everything so it has to be."

She praised herself and Zain laughed, not looking up at his papers, "Bittersweet parrot." He mocked, knowing she absolutely hated this nickname.

Clicking her tongue at him, "Leave this last remain of gutter. I was telling you, it was lavishing. I arranged everything so perfectly, Boss was so pleased with my work. I think I will get a promotion this time." She grinned, telling her about the events, of how expensive it was and stopped suddenly.

"But, There was something strange." She mused, taking a sip. "What?"

"I mean I work in bride brother's agency and some people were speaking badly about it. I don't understand why Rayan chose me to get this done." She mumbled.

"Isn't it simple, you have been working with him for so long, everything prepares according to his preference, why would he give such an important project to someone else?" Zain answered casually.

"Zain, those were mere occasions, it was memorable."

"Exactly, that's why he chose you." he told her. She hummed, shrugging her shoulders.

"Hmm.. yeah. I think you are right."

At Ahmed household, Mrs Ahmed and Hoorain just talked to Hoor, exaltation at its utmost extent to find her daughter blessed after her marriage, approaching a life of radiant smiles.

"Ah... I am so happy for Hoor Api." Hoorain grinned, putting her head on her mother's shoulder.

"You don't worry, your number is next." Rayan teased with a smirk, coming down with his hand in his trousers.

"Of course not!" She pouted, "Next is Emraz bhai." She smiled, looking at Emraz who was using his phone sitting in front of her.

"Of course." Her mother agreed, gaining his attention.

"Huh? What?" He looked up from his phone. "And you,"

Mrs Ahmed's tone abruptly became stern, looking at Rayan who was sitting on the armrest.

"Hmm?"

"For how long shall we wait? Do you want us to go and talk to Sateesha's parents or not? At least get engaged." She scolded, narrowing her eyes.

He faked a cough, "Yeah? What?"

"Yeah, it's been more than a year, if you truly love her then let us go." Emraz agreed.

"No." he spoke loudly, shaking his head in denial.

"Why?"

"Because.. Mama... um.. Because she is not ready."

"Are you sure you guys are not playing?" Hoorain mumbled. "Hoorain." Rayan said her name in an assertive tone.

"What? I am right. Everyone at Hoor Api's wedding knows that she is your girlfriend so what's the problem?" Hoorain asked.

"I told you, She doesn't want it. Can we talk about something else?" He lied in annoyance, rolling his eyes.

"Ah from something else, You know Emraz, I have found some girls for you, do you wanna take a look at their pictures?" Mrs Ahmed asked sweetly, her face lighting up in glee.

Emraz smiled in return, "Yeah sure. But, Mom, don't expect me to choose one." He smirked and everyone sighed knowing he was going to reject them without even looking.

"Oh, come on." She frowned. "What? I am not refusing?" He made an innocent face.

"Indirectly, you are." She muttered.

"You can tell us if you like a girl." Hoor said, getting up and sitting beside him. Putting his phone down, he turned to her.

"Well, if I will, I will surely tell you." His smile grew wider, pinching her cheeks and getting.

"What kind of girl do you want anyways?" Rayan asked. He stopped, holding his chin.

"Hmm.. someone who knows me and we get along well." He replied and left.

~1 Month Later~

"You won't go back alive if you lie, Hoor." Isra said in an infuriated tone, pacing around her room, pulling her hair in frustration, a growl escaping her lips, utterly pissed at Hoor's statement.

She laughed at her reaction and hummed.

"Of course. I am telling you girl, if my Mother-in-law comes to your place don't be surprised." She teased, pushing Isra more into the unwanted thoughts of anxiety.

"Come on. Have you seen him?" She asked in revolt, stopped, looking at herself in the mirror, fixing her lipstick.

"I don't know about you but Haider's brother Farhan is head over heels for you. He persuaded my Mother-in-law to come to your place and ask for your hand in marriage." Hoor told him.

"Like hell I would let it happen!" She snarled, slamming her lipstick on the dressing table.

Scowling continuously. "What are you gonna do, hmm?" Hoor teased, chuckling at Isra's fury emitting through the phone.

"Hoor. What if I flat out reject him?"

"No avail, he would do something to win your heart... unless you have a lover." She told him.

"I swear, I-" Before she could speak, Hoor cut her off.

"Gotta go, Haider's home. Bye." She laughed and cut the call, leaving Isra lost in consternation to think about Farhan's intentions towards her.

In this situation, there's one person who can actually help her. After taking a deep sigh, Isra called Sateesha.

"Hey." Her sweet voice came. "Hey, Eshu, Can I borrow your boyfriend for a day?" She asked sweetly.

"Rayan? What happened now? Don't tell me you are going to make him an Easter Bunny this time." She said,

"No, no, I was planning to but there's still time for Easter. It's something else. I need your permission, Can I take him to intimidate a guy? I want him to pretend to be my bf and make that guy leave... please." Isra pleaded.

"Hmm? Seems like Isra found her true love." She teased.

"No you too, I want to get rid of him before he reaches my home. Please. Please. I will lend you my golden frock you loved instantly for any event once."

"Done. Just a day, no kissing or anything."

"Thanks girl, I love you so much. Now it leaves convincing Rayan." She said excitedly, relief washing over her face.

"No problem, he won't refuse. I know. Just go." She laughed a little.

"Okay then, talk to you later. Bye."

"Bye." Isra cut the call and finally felt consoled. Having no problem now. The Next day, she went to Rayan to convince him so he could pretend to be her boyfriend just to keep this guy away.

Meeting him to make a humble request.