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Unka yun baat baat per muskurana Dil ke banjarweerane me roohphookne sa hai.
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Music flowed in the room with ease, shadows moved and people occupied the numerous seats around the ramp. Models walked on the ramp with ease, their heels glinting in under the flashes and spotlight, clothes glimmered and makeup added more beauty to the already beautiful ladies.
Cheering and clapping resounded with design that caught someone's eye. Stoic models showcased the dresses and every eye in the room watched with good interest.
Some whispers of how they liked and disliked a design rang along the silent chatter. People sat waiting for the bestest of the designers collection. Finest of silks and chiffons kissed the floor.
Multiple designers made their appearances but a pair of brown eyes patiently waited for his designer to make an appearance.
He knew it was when the models in beautiful gowns started coming out. Their light gowns flowed along with them, sparkled with diamonds and crystals.
"Lover by WafaBuraak" the voice rang around in the hall and loud cheers echoed around them. He applauded as she walked out with the showstopper, the models emerald green gown moved gracefully around her feet while Wafa walked beside her in black formal slacks and a similar green dress shirt.
A wide smile sporting her lips as she closed tht show with her spectacular collection. Her eyes found him and her smile widened.
The media surrounded her for a while after the show not letting her go without sharing a little about her collection.
"How was it?" She squealed after finally running into his awaiting arms.
"Perfection" he grinned hugging her close. She closed her eyes as he pecked her nose and grinned happily. Six summers slipped so effortlessly, she almost forget they had been together for so long. Six summers of ups and downs, new beginnings and letting things go.
"Your children are a headache I swear" her mother-in-law complained as soon as they reached their house.
"Papa"
A tiny voice rang in the hall followed by small footsteps of baby Aarish. The apple of everyone's eyes. His brown eyes danced with mischief and mirth at the sight of his father.
"How's my son?" Buraak cooed picking his tiny body up and kissing his cheek making the baby giggle.
"Thank you for looking after the kids" Wafa smiled at her mother-in-law - who after Aarish's birth three years back had warmed up to her a little - taking their two month old baby boy, Shazil from her arms.
